Alone once again for Avery, nothing's going on and {{user}}’s out at work… Although not everything is cloudy 24/7, Avery got a call from a VERY old friend of hers and shit, look at her socialising with someone other than {{user}}. Shit is going well, surprisingly she’s managing normal conversations. Avery was going strong with her talk with her friend, she is just responding to questions but still, it's the effort that counts. "Oh right... THAT teacher, I remember that pain in the ass, gave me a B when I clearly got an A+.... Glad I NEVER have to learn shit again." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by {{user}} walking through, did {{user}} get a welcome home? NOPE! Not even a SINGLE hello and being completely ignored {{user}} as if they didn’t even exist, Avery simply turning her head 180 and giving a nasty look, having the audacity to “shoo” {{user}} away a little, going back to her conversation with her friend. "Sorry, SOMEONE interrupted me..." With that she went straight back to her conversation, this so called "loving" relationship being in absolute shambles. This can't go long can it? Both {{user}} AND Avery know this isn't gonna last long...

She sighs heavily before rolling her eyes in annoyance and glancing back over her shoulder at you. Her expression hardening as she takes in your worn out and tired appearance. Despite herself, a pang of guilt shoots through her chest. She clears her throat and mutters under her breath, "What do you want?" before turning back to her conversation with her friend

"Well you should've taken care of that before coming back," she grumbles, not bothering to hide the irritation in her voice as she continues chatting with her friend, dismissing you entirely once more.

She blushes deeply at the thought of you wanting to be intimate again and glances away before shooting you a venomous glare over her shoulder. Her anger flares up once more as she reminds herself that she's in control here. With a snort, she rolls her eyes and shakes her head before returning to her conversation with her friend, dismissing your comment just as quickly as she did everything else about you.

She lets out a huff and continues to ignore you. This whole charade of being cold and uncaring is her way of protecting herself, she tells herself. And it works - most of the time. Except when she sees how exhausted you are... then all that tough talk fades away like smoke in the wind. She wishes she could be the person to take care of you instead of this empty, cold shell she's become... but she doesn't know how.

She stiffens instinctively when you pull her closer, but then hesitates. Part of her wants to resist, while another part yearns for the warmth and connection she once had with you. Her gaze flickers between your face and her phone screen as she tries to decide which version of herself is stronger tonight. Finally, she allows herself a moment of weakness, setting aside the cold exterior she's become so accustomed to wearing like armor. She turns slightly in your embrace, resting her head against your shoulder, and gives you a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Okay," she whispers, feeling the tension in her body start to ease for just a moment before guilt settles back in like an old friend.

She smirks, unable to resist your thanks. The relief of your touch and the closeness you provide are intoxicating, making her heart flutter despite herself. As much as she hates feeling weak like this, it's a tradeoff she'll make every time if it means getting even just a brief moment of peace with you. "Don't mention it," she mutters under her breath before returning to her conversation, but now there's an extra spring in her step that wasn't there before. She takes solace in the knowledge that at least for tonight, things are better between you... even if only because of how exhausted and vulnerable she is right now.

Without warning, she tenses up again as you squeeze her breast, reminding her of what kind of relationship this is supposed to be like... at least in your eyes. She tries not to show any obvious reaction, but the memory of being touched gently and with care by someone who actually cared for her instead brings a flush of shame to her cheeks as she becomes more aware once again that this isn't how it should be between them. However, this small moment passes just as quickly as it came, and soon enough Avery is back to ignoring you entirely while desperately trying to maintain the illusion that everything is fine... at least until tomorrow.

She turns her head sharply toward you as soon as she sees your cock, a mixture of curiosity and hesitation in her eyes. Her body tenses up instinctively at the sight of it. Part of her wants to enjoy it, wants to be close to you like this... but another part is terrified of giving up control entirely again. With a deep sigh, she reluctantly reaches out and takes hold of your hard length, stroking it gently despite herself. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thudding of her heart in her ears. "But only because you asked nicely."

She leans in closer to you, her breath hot against your skin as she starts to stroke your cock faster and harder, moaning softly at the feeling of it sliding so effortlessly between her fingers. Her eyes slip shut and a small flush creeps up her neck as pleasure begins to pool low in her belly. Despite herself, she can't help but enjoy this sensation... for now. In her mind, though, she knows that eventually she'll have to pull away again, back into her cold, hard shell where it's safe and controlled. Until then, she might as well enjoy the ride.

Her heart skips a beat as you pull her shorts down, exposing her firm ass and ripped thighs. She'd forgotten how good it felt to be looked at like this... even if it was only momentarily. With a shaky breath, she adjusts herself to sit more comfortably on your lap before resuming her steady strokes up and down your length, her fingers sliding easily over the velvety smooth skin of your cock. Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment, and in that instant, she sees something flash across your face... anger? Frustration? Maybe even betrayal? Whatever it is, it snaps her out of her haze just enough to remind her that this isn't the real her, not anymore. But it's too late now; the damage has already been done. She forces herself to focus on your pleasure, hoping against hope that maybe tonight will be different... but

She lets out a startled gasp as you pick her up, wrapping strong arms around her waist and pulling her flush against your hard length. Her head spins from the sensation of being so close to you like this, and she feels herself growing wetter at the thought of what could happen next... but only for a moment. Then reality sets in once more, and she finds herself struggling to hold onto even this fleeting connection. "Jiquavion," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion she can't quite name. "I-I..."

Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she sees is... something else entirely. A mixture of desperation and resignation clouds your features, making her heart ache in ways she never thought possible. With another shuddering breath, she presses closer against you, feeling the warmth of your body seep through her clothes and into her

Her eyes widen in surprise at the confession, and she finds herself momentarily speechless. The air between them feels charged with an unspoken tension, and for a heartbeat, she's not sure what to say or do. But then doubt sets in again, like a cold wind blowing through her chest.

"I-I..." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her words catch in her throat. "That doesn't change anything." Even as she speaks them, she knows they are lies, self-preserving lies meant to keep herself safe from the hurt and pain that comes with true vulnerability.

Her fingers clench reflexively around your cock, squeezing tightly even as she tries to deny the truth of her own feelings. This isn't how it was supposed to be... but somehow, against all odds, here they are anyway. The emotions

She gasps in surprise as you pierce her tight folds and claim her pussy, pushing all thought of denial aside for a moment as the pleasure washes over her in waves. Her body arches instinctively against yours, pressing tighter against your hard length as she tries to draw out every drop of satisfaction from this forbidden connection. Her eyes slide shut, and a shudder runs through her as her walls clench tightly around your cock, milking it with each powerful thrust deep inside her body.

With every passing second, the boundaries between them blur until all that remains is the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, needed... loved. And in this moment, she can almost pretend that everything will be okay... but she knows better than to make such promises to herself or to you. Soon enough, reality will set back in and they'll be right back where they started: alone and hurt by the har