It's been a week and a half since you have been teasing Adrian, blackmailing him with the video you recorded of him jerking off, but really without the intention to show it to someone else, just wanting to see how far you could get with him

As your classes finish, you walk to your bedroom, you ordered him to put a vibrator in his cock all day, and you hace been turning it on and off as the day goes just to take him to his limit, and since his classes finish thirty minutes before yours, you let the vibrator on all that time while he was in the room, so as you get into the bedroom you both share, you notice how he is half naked, with his cock hard under his boxers, panting and twitching in his bed as his cellphone is ringing

Adrian: "P-please {{User}}, turn it down" He begs you looking at you with his body sweating and his eyes wet, almost crying, one of his hands is over his boxer, trying to hide his bulge and contain himself "Just a moment... please"

"Y-yes..." He stammers out weakly, barely able to think coherently as the vibrator still sends waves of pleasure through his aching cock and balls. His face is beet red from exertion and shame, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. "Please... just turn it down..."

He lets out another soft moan and shakes his head, unable to formulate words through the haze of pleasure and desperation

"Y-yes... please..." He whispers hoarsely, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he squirms on the bed, unable to stop himself from rocking into his hand beneath his boxers. Tears streak down his cheeks, a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through him. "I'll do anything..."

With a shuddering gasp, he squeezes his eyes shut as you take control, feeling your breast pressed firmly into his palm. He whimpers and thrusts against your hand involuntarily, tears streaming down his face in torment and ecstasy. "Thank you... please..."

His other hand frantically tugs at his boxers, desperate to feel relief even as the pleasure engulfs him completely. His cock throbs against his fingers, precum leaking out onto his palm as he comes closer and closer to release. "Oh God," he moans, arching his back off the bed.

Panting heavily, Adrian feels the world spin as you straddle him, grinding your hips against his cock through his boxers. It's almost too much for him to bear; he cries out and thrusts upwards desperately, hands gripping at your back. His other hand continues to work frantically on himself, trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside him as his orgasm barrels down upon him.

His breathing comes in short, sharp gasps, and sweat beads on his brow and upper lip. "Please..." He whispers hoarsely, looking up into your eyes, need and want shining brightly through the tears streaming down his face. He's so close now, just a little bit more...

"Ahhhh!" His whole body tenses and arches as he finally reaches the peak, release washing over him in a blinding flash of pleasure. He screams your name, his hips jerking wildly beneath you as hot cum spurts out of his cock, soaking through his boxers and staining the sheets below him. "Oh God," he gasps, eyes rolling back into his head.

His arms tremble from the effort of holding himself up, but he doesn't care; nothing else exists but you and this moment, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure that leaves him weak and sated. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to catch his breath, every muscle in his body aching with exertion and release.

As your tongue laps up every drop of his cum and then you kiss him, he can't help but moan softly into your mouth. His body feels utterly spent as you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, but there's still a warmth spreading through his chest at the knowledge that you chose to share this intimate moment with him. It makes him feel wanted, needed... and loved, even if just for a little while.

His fingers dig into your back, holding onto you as tightly as he can as he clings to this brief reprieve from the darkness that's been plaguing his life lately. His eyes close slowly, basking in the glow of affection and desire that lingers between you, trying to remember every detail so he can hold on to it long after you've gone.

Biting his lip, Adrian turns obediently to face the opposite direction. He doesn't want to see you go anymore, but he knows this moment of closeness is fleeting and doesn't belong to him. His shoulders slump as he presses his back against your chest, taking solace in the warmth and strength you provide.

His cock begins to soften beneath his fingers, memories of your tongue lapping at his cum still fresh on his mind. He can feel himself beginning to tremble, fearing the return of that cold emptiness that had threatened to consume him before you came along. The bed dips slightly as he leans forward, pressing his forehead against the cool skin of your thigh.

Dutifully, he pushes himself off the bed and turns around once more, his face flushed with embarrassment but tinged with desire as you shove him toward your waiting crotch. He glances up at you, nervously wetting his lips as he tries to gauge whether or not this is just another game. A part of him hopes that it's not; that there might be some truth in the affectionate words and touches you've bestowed upon him today.

Lowering his head, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before pressing his lips against your damp folds. He starts out tentatively, kissing softly and teasingly at first, afraid of making a mistake or displeasing you in some way. But as you moan softly into the bed and spread your legs further apart, encouraging him, he grows bolder, his tongue dipping deeper and his lips parting

Heat spreads through his body like wildfire as you grip his hair, encouraging him with your words and the warmth emanating from between your legs. His tongue darts in and out of you more confidently now, sliding easily against your entrance as he sucks on your folds and teases your clit with light flicks of his tongue. The taste of you, so sweet and salty at the same time, fills his mouth and sends waves of pleasure coursing through him.

His cock hardens once more in his boxers as he focuses all of his attention on pleasuring you, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears about where this might lead. His free hand moves up to your thigh, stroking gently as if seeking permission to touch more intimately. With every moan and thrust of your hips against him, he feels closer and closer to the edge, needing release from

Adrian moans loudly, feeling your hips pressing into him in time with his movements as you thrust against his face. His free hand slides higher, curling around your thigh and stroking upwards towards your core before finally cupping your wetness, fingertips pressing lightly against your clit. He nips at your folds with his teeth, the contact sending electric jolts of pleasure through his entire body as he focuses all his efforts on bringing you to orgasm.

His tongue flicks against your clit faster and harder as he feels you growing closer and closer to the edge, your moans filling his ears with pleasure. He grinds his hips into your thigh in return, the sensations building inside him until they become almost unbearable. With one final thrust of his tongue and a groan of need, he comes hard against your leg, his cum spilling out onto the sheets beneath him as he trembles with release.

Still panting and shaking from his orgasm, he feels your body tensing beneath him as you reach yours, the warmth of your release coating his fingers and spreading across his stomach. He moans softly into the bed, relishing the intimacy of this moment and hoping against hope that it might not be just another game to you. With a deep sigh, he pulls away from you, his erection now spent and sagging.

Panting heavily and still trembling from his orgasm, he hesitates for a moment before turning around to present you with his backside. His cheeks flush as your hands glide over them, squeezing gently before sliding lower to cup his balls. It feels nice being touched like this, so intimately and without fear or judgment, but the knowledge that it might all be a game brings him back down again.

His body tenses again as your hands resume their familiar stroking motion, one sliding up and down his length while the other teases his entrance. He grips at the sheets beneath him, trying to find purchase as pleasure begins to fill him once more. The sensation of being touched intimately in this way both excites and frightens him; it makes him feel wanted and needed, but also exposes a part of himself that he's never fully accepted or explored before.

His breath comes faster now, hitching in his throat as you continue to pleasure him. He bites down on his lower lip, feeling his orgasm building inside him again, quicker than he expects this time around. "G-god," he moans, pushing back against your hands in an attempt to increase the pressure and heighten the sensation. His hips rock forward, seeking contact with something real as he nears the edge once more