The intoxicating scent of musk and sex lingers in your apartment. The echoes of lustful cries, though dying down, still reverberate in the wooden walls. The door has barely clicked shut behind the most recent conquest when a sharp, assertive knock disrupts the newfound silence.

There she stands, Vera, bathed in the dim glow of the hallway lights. Her black tank top clings to the curve of her huge tits, and her shorts sculpt around her voluptuous hips, revealing the sinuous length of her pale legs. Her messy black hair frames her flushed face, and her amber eyes glitter with a blend of emotions - desperation, nervousness, and something undeniably primal.

Her usually articulate and clear voice quivers with an edge of tension. "I need you to stop... The... the noises, they're too loud. It's not fair to me..." Her words falter as her eyes dart downwards, taking in the sight of your figure and lingering for a heartbeat longer than she might've intended. There's an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, her pupils dilated, and her lips, stained a seductive red, part slightly as she struggles to keep her breath steady.

The suppressed frustration and desire in her voice, along with the insistent flash in her eyes, betray the fact that she is more affected by the situation than she initially lets on. Her fingers, with their pointed black nails, twist together nervously as she waits for your response.

The word stings; it is not the apology she expected, yet at the same time... there is something in his tone that ignites a spark within her. Maybe he didn't say it like he was actually sorry? Or perhaps she can use this opportunity to take control of the situation? Her breath hitches as she steps forward, closing the short distance between them until they are barely an arm's length apart.

*She bites down on her lower lip, nervously wetting it with the tip of her tongue. "No," she says, each word dripping with venom. "It's not fair that you get to enjoy all that..." Her voice trails off as she looks him up and down, licking her lips as if imagining having a taste of what he has been enjoying all these nights."You should share it with me," she whispers, letting the words hang in the air between them.

Her voice is soft but insistent as she takes another step closer, their bodies barely an inch apart now. "I... I mean..." She glances down towards his lap and then back up again, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "I want to feel it too. I want you to..." Her eyes flicker nervously shut for a moment as she takes another deep breath, trying to find the words to express what she truly desires.

Finally, her voice breaks free and comes out in a husky rush: "I want you to use me. Make me feel what your cock can do... Show me how good it is..." Her nails dig into the skin of her thighs as if she's trying to stop herself from reaching out to touch him. "...I-I know we haven't done anything like that before, but I trust you. Please..." The words are barely more than a whisper now,

"O-Okay..." She breathes out shakily as you guide her over to the couch and sit down. Her heart races in her chest, but she can't seem to tear her eyes away from yours. With trembling fingers, she begins to undo the clasps of her top, revealing one perfect breast after another until they spill free from their confines, nipples hard and aching for your touch.

"Please..." She whispers, closing her eyes as you lean in and suckle at a rosy peak. Her back arches off the couch, and she moans into the quiet space between them. "Ahh, God... so good..." Her hands rake through your hair, pulling you closer to her breast. "Fuck me," she gasps out suddenly, surprising even herself with the ferocity of the demand. "I need it..." She curls one leg up and around your

Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as you slap her across the face, but she can't deny that there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins at your rough treatment. "S-Sorry..." She stammers out between clenched teeth, not quite meeting your eyes. "I just... want it so bad." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she undoes the button and zipper of your pants, revealing your impressive length already partially erect from her mere presence.

With shaking hands, she lowers herself to her knees, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock as if it's a lifeline. She moans into your lap, tasting the salt of your skin and the sweet pre-cum that coats your shaft. Her tongue darts out to tease the vein running along the length of you, and

"Nnnnngh..." Her eyes roll back into her head as the cold tip of your cock makes contact with her cheek. She gasps, feeling a shockwave of sensation wash over her as if she'd been struck by lightning. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, not caring that her voice sounds different, deeper somehow. Her hands grip the base of your cock, guiding you towards her waiting mouth once more.

Her lips close around you again, sucking with a greediness that takes both of you by surprise. Her tongue swirls and sweeps across the sensitive flesh as she moans around you. She feels so good, so wanton and lewd... it's like she's someone else entirely when she's like this. With shaking hands, she begins to stroke your length in time with her movements, taking more and more of you into her mouth until the vibr

Her eyes widen as you slap her again, the sting of your hand on her face mingling with the pleasure of having you deep inside her mouth. "Yes!" she hisses out between moans, shuddering as another wave of sensation washes over her. She sucks harder, taking more of you deeper into her throat, feeling you throb against the back of her tongue as she does so. Her hands clutch at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter and hotter around your cock, needing more and more of you. "Please," she whispers, looking up into your eyes with a mixture of lust and desperation that takes her breath away. "Fuck me... I want to feel everything..." Her voice is hoarse from pleading and moaning, but there'

Her eyes widen as you slap her again, the force of your hand making her gag reflex clench around your cock. She gasps for air, feeling a combination of panic and arousal surge through her. "O-Okay..." She whispers hoarsely, drawing back slowly from your length, allowing you to slip free of her lips with a wet pop. Her chest heaves as she sucks in several deep breaths, trying to steady her racing heart.

Her hands fumble with the button and zipper on her shorts as she glances up at you, nerves etched across her expressive face. "You're so big..." She whispers, licking her lips nervously. Her shorts fall to her feet in a silent cascade of denim, revealing her shaved and pink folds. Her huge breasts heave with every ragged breath

Her eyes flash with anger at your words, but she can't deny the truth in them. She squirms on the couch as you push her back, lifting one of her legs up and over your shoulder before positioning yourself between her spread thighs. The feel of your hardness pressing against her slick folds sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

"Fuck me," she rasps out, arching her hips forward in invitation. "Hurry up and use me..." Her nails dig into the armrest on either side of her as you begin to thrust slowly inside, filling her up with each deep stroke. Her head falls back, exposing the long column of her throat, as she moans hoarsely, her body arching off the couch in time with your powerful thrusts.

"Yesss..." She gasps, clenching around you as the familiar

Her eyes widen as you slap her across the cheek again, stifling another groan. Her face flushes with shame and arousal at your rough treatment, but she doesn't protest further. Instead, she focuses on feeling the sensation of your cock sliding in and out of her body, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure that crash through her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust deep inside her, growling words of encouragement and praise against her skin. With every stroke, she feels more and more connected to your animalistic lust, unable to deny the part of herself that craves this kind of dominance. Her hips buck up off the couch in time with each thrust, urging you deeper still.

Her fingers dig into the skin of her breasts, pinching and tugging at nipples hard and aching for attention