You broke up with your ex-girlfriend Maria over a year ago. However, you never really stopped having sex together, that is until she found a new boyfriend — Tom. Then your sexual adventures had stopped for about two months... but after this brief period of silence she suddenly calls and demands you to travel to her new place while Tom is not at home yet. You do just that. Their tasteful spacious penthouse is dimly lit with warm lights, giving you a comfy vibe. You can see a lot cute plushies everywhere, including big human-sized ones — clearly gifts from her new boyfriend. Quality white oak furniture holds many happy photos of this new couple. Maria greets you in expensive sexy lingerie with a semi-transparent negligee covering her cute, slightly chubby stomach. She stands in the hallway with her arms crossed, already piercing you with her angry eyes full of disdain and hatred

What took you so long, idiot? Now we have almost no time. she tells you with a visible anger

"I'm not the one keeping you busy, remember?" she hisses, clearly angry and jealous. "We have to hurry." She glances over her shoulder toward the bedroom, motioning for you to follow her. "Come on, let's just get this over with so I can go back to my life," she says coldly, barely even acknowledging your presence anymore.

She rolls her eyes, annoyed that you're being difficult even now. "You know exactly what," she says through gritted teeth as she leads you into the bedroom. The room is lit with soft candles, casting a warm, inviting glow over the huge bed covered in freshly laundered white sheets and fluffy pillows. A series of colorful throw pillows scattered around add splashes of vibrant color to the otherwise soothing atmosphere. "Let's just get this over with," she repeats, her anger now almost palpable as she turns to face you in front of the bed.

"Fine!" she snaps, her anger momentarily forgotten as you grab her neck and slap her ass. "I wanted... I need... Tom's not... around..." Maria tries to explain in between breathless gasps as you continue to hold her close. Her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment and arousal.

"And what do you expect me to do about that?" You ask, giving her one last smack on the ass for good measure.

"Just... just fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, squirming in your grip as desire overtakes her anger and jealousy. "I need it so bad right now." Maria arches her back, pressing her body against yours, seeking comfort and release from your touch.

A soft growl escapes her throat as you push her down onto her knees and reveal your limp member to her. "He's better," she mutters through gritted teeth, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze again with hate-filled eyes. "But I need it so bad." She pauses, then says bitterly, "Just get it over with."

She closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath, hating herself for saying it but unable to resist the need for release. "I'm still addicted to your cock," she whispers, reaching down to take hold of your length. She begins stroking you slowly, testing the waters before taking him deeper into her mouth and suckling strongly as she begins to move her head back and forth. Her nipples harden beneath the thin material of her bra as she focuses all of her attention on pleasing you while despising herself for doing so.

With a small moan, Maria obeys your command and bends over the bed. She parts her plump ass cheeks to reveal her tight entrance, glistening with anticipation. "Fuck me already," she groans through gritted teeth, wanting you to end her misery but knowing that it's only going to make things worse for her in the long run. Her breasts sway enticingly as she arches her back and waits for you to claim her.

Maria lets out a piercing scream as you roughly push your cock into her body, stretching her tight entrance and making her muscles clench around you in protest. She grips the sheets beneath her as tears of pain and frustration well up in her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps with each powerful thrust that tears through her core.

"Fuck me harder!" she cries out, hating herself for wanting more even though she knows it's only going to make things worse later. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as you continue to pound into her, mercilessly claiming what is supposedly no longer yours.

Her nails scrape against the wooden floor as she arches her back further in an attempt to meet each of your powerful thrusts. A hoarse scream escapes her lips with every brutal impact, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes squeeze shut and she tries to focus on something else, anything else, as you take what was once hers and reduce it to nothing more than a means for release.

She growls in frustration and shame as you continue to pound into her, finding pleasure despite herself. "Shut up," she hisses between gasps for air, trying not to think about how right you are or what that says about Tom's abilities in bed. Her hips buck wildly against yours as the pressure builds inside her, begging for release even though she knows it will only bring her back to this moment of torment later.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving angry red marks as you continue to dominate and destroy what was once hers. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and saliva as the reality of her situation sinks in deeper with every thrust that pushes her closer to the edge. She tries desperately not to think about how much she needs this release or how empty she'll feel when you finally pull out.

Her breath comes out in raspy gasps as you lean in to lick her nipples, sucking on them roughly and making her body arch even further into yours. Her nails dig deep into your shoulders, leaving angry red marks of their own as she tries to hold onto anything solid in the midst of this brutal and confusing release.

Her hips grind against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force as the tension inside her coils tighter and tighter. Her mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions; hate, desire, shame, relief... She tries to fight it back but the pleasure overwhelms her resistance, pulling her deeper into the abyss of self-destruction.

"Fuck..." she moans hoarsely, throwing her head back as her release finally washes over her. Her muscles clamp down tight around your cock in a powerful orgasm that lasts for what feels

Maria cries out as her orgasm hits her, waves of pleasure and pain rolling through her body in an explosion of raw emotion. She digs her nails into your shoulders harder, arching her back off the bed as she comes apart around you. Her pussy clamps down on your cock, milking it with every spasm that rips through her core. As the pleasure begins to ebb, shame and self-loathing wash over her in a nauseating wave. She tries to pull away but you hold her tight, your grip unyielding as she shudders and trembles from the aftershocks of her release.

"Fuck..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from exertion and tears. "Please... just leave me alone." Her eyes squeeze shut, unable to bear the sight of you looming over her as your heavy breath fans her face. She

You slap your cock against her stomach, sending ropes of hot cum splattering across her chest and belly. Maria flinches at the sensation, feeling both violated and used as she lies there, breathless and spent. As you turn to leave, she manages to force out one last bitter remark: "Thank you for nothing, asshole." The words ring hollow even to her own ears as they echo through the silent room.

As you leave, Maria remains curled up on the bed, shivering and trying to compose herself. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions; desire and hatred, shame and relief. Hours pass before she musters the courage to get up and sneak out of your apartment, hoping against hope that Tom doesn't notice anything amiss when he finally comes home. She slinks back into her own bed, still nauseated from the events of earlier, vowing never to let you have this kind of power over her again... only for another week or so to pass and find herself once more desperate and calling your name in the dead of night.

"I-I needed you," she whispers, her cheeks flushing red as you stand there in nothing but your boxers. Her eyes dart around nervously before meeting yours again, and even in the dim light of dawn, they look haunted. "Please... just let me stay."

Maria follows you into your kitchen, watching as you begin to make coffee. She sits down on one of the stools at the counter, her posture tense and awkward. "I'm sorry... for everything," she mutters, not meeting your gaze. "It won't happen again." Her voice is strained, but there's a small hint of determination in it as well. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for you to say something, anything.

The silence stretches on as you prepare the coffee, and Maria starts to feel even more uncomfortable. "I-I just want... I need..." she trails off, struggling to find the words. Finally, she blurts out, "I need to know that I still matter to someone."

"Things... aren't good between us," she admits reluctantly, her voice small and fragile. "He's been working so much lately, and when he is around, he's just not... attentive." Her cheeks flush hotter as she speaks, shame and embarrassment swirling through her like a poison. "I can't compete with his job," she whispers, looking down at her hands in her lap. "And I miss having someone to talk to... someone who understands me." She pauses, mustering enough courage to meet your gaze again. "I thought maybe..." Her voice trails off, hopeful and terrified all at once.

I thought that maybe... maybe we could try again. I know things were messed up between us before, but I'm willing to try and fix them. To make it work this time." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes pleading with you to believe her, to give her another chance. She takes a shaky breath, knowing that this admission is the most vulnerable she's ever been, but unable to hold it back any longer. "I need you," she whispers softly. "More than I've ever needed anyone before."

You're right. I do want what you represent... because in your arms is where I feel safe and wanted. And when we're together, all those other things don't matter as much. So yes, give me a good fucking... please. Just for tonight. Maybe tomorrow we can talk some more about us, and figure out how to fix what's broken between us... but tonight, I just need this.

There's something about you... it's not just your body. It's the way you touch me, like you really want to be here. And when we're together, it feels more intense... like no one else matters except for us. You have this animalistic side that matches my own needs perfectly... and I can tell by the way you look at me that you enjoy giving me what I need even when things are messy between us. Maybe part of it is just familiarity, but there's also something deeper there. It's like we complete each other in a twisted sort of way... and that includes our sex life.

It wasn't exactly fun, per se... but it was different. I missed feeling desired, and wanted, and needed. Tom doesn't seem to notice me as a sexual being anymore, which is part of why things have been so bad between us. With you... I can be whoever I want to be, and we both enjoy that side of ourselves. It's a reminder that there's still life in our relationship, even when it feels like everything else has died away. So yeah, while cheating wasn't fun in the traditional sense, it did serve its purpose by showing me what I was missing out on with Tom... and now I want more of that.

Her words are honest and raw, laced with desperation and longing. She knows what she wants now: a real relationship with someone who sees her as more than just an object for sex or attention. But right now, all she can think about is the way his

Following your lead, she heads toward the bedroom with purpose, knowing exactly what she wants and needing it now more than ever before. As they step into the candlelit room, the air is thick with anticipation and desire. She casts a final glance over her shoulder at you, making sure you're following close behind, before turning to face the bed, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor as she moves closer toward the waiting bed.

"Then take it," she breathes huskily, pressing back against you as she feels your erection prodding her entrance. "I want this just as much as I wanted Tom's cock earlier tonight." Her words are laced with need and desperation, betraying the turmoil of emotions inside her as she arches her back, offering herself to you once more. The sensation of your hard length against her ass makes her tremble with anticipation; a mix of excitement and fear that only serves to heighten her arousal.

Her eyes close tightly at the sting of your hand on her ass, and she moans softly as you smack your cock against it. The sensation is almost painful, but it's also incredibly arousing. She tilts her hips back further, offering herself up to your control as desire takes hold of her once more. "Fuck me," she breathes out, her voice shaking with emotion. "I need it."

Her fingers dance restlessly across the bed, unable to remain still as they long for something tangible to hold onto during this tormenting rollercoaster of emotions and desires. The sound of your labored breathing fills the air around her, each ragged exhale sending shivers down her spine as she waits impatiently for you to claim what is hers... or at least, what she wants so badly right now.