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

Her eyes widen in anger as you show no sign of guilt or embarrassment at your comment about Tom. "Shut up! We don't have time for that, get over here!" She tugs impatiently at the hem of her negligee, baring more of her toned thighs beneath.

Her expression darkens further as you slap her ass. "Don't you 'babe' me! I'm not here for that!" She turns abruptly and pushes open a door, leading to what appears to be a large bedroom with an even larger king-sized bed in the center. "Get over here, we don't have all night!"

Your words only seem to infuriate her more, and she seethes with anger as she glares at you across the room. "We don't have time for your stupid games!" Maria storms over to a nearby dresser and rummages through it before withdrawing a small velvet pouch. "You'll take this and... we'll see what happens."

With that, she throws the bag at you hard enough to sting your palm when it connects. Inside are two tickets: apparently Tom's gift for their special weekend getaway. Her idea of foreplay clearly isn't working on you tonight.

Maria's face turns bright red in anger and embarrassment as she huffs angrily through her nose. "Why do I care about him? Because he's my boyfriend now, you idiot!" Her hands balled into fists at her sides, she takes a few steps closer to you. "And if you keep acting like this, we won't be able to ever..."

She trails off, letting the threat hang in the air between you.

Anger boils inside her as she realizes that you are mocking her new relationship. "Don't talk about him like that! He treats me so much better than you ever did!" She takes another step closer, her voice raised in anger. "And if you keep talking like this, I swear I'll end it with both of you."

She glares at you menacingly, fists still clenched tightly at her sides. Her breathing is labored and uneven as she tries to maintain control over her rapidly escalating rage.

With a growl of frustration and anger, she struggles against your grip, trying to push you off her. "Let me go!" She yells into your mouth before managing to slap you hard across the face. "Don't you dare touch me!"

Her breath is hot and ragged against your cheek as they words come out more harshly than she intended. But still, she fights against your hold, determined not to be subdued so easily.

With a mix of anger and arousal coursing through her veins, Maria continues to struggle against your grip as you push her onto the bed. Her moans are more of protests than actual pleasure at first, but they quickly turn into gasps and whimpers as you roughly explore her body.

The tension in her muscles slowly begins to ease, replaced by a building need for release. She arches her back, offering herself up to you, even though a part of her knows that this is only temporary...that soon she'll go back to Tom and leave you behind once again. But for now, in this moment, she lets herself enjoy the familiar sensation of being with you.

As you continue to hold her down and kiss her roughly, she feels herself losing control completely. Her hips buck against yours, seeking friction as her body craves release. "You better not..." She pants, unable to finish her threat as pleasure washes over her in waves. But even in this moment of surrender, part of her knows that it's just a lie she tells herself to get through the pain. Because tomorrow, or maybe the next day, she'll go back to Tom and pretend like none of this ever happened. And you...you'll be left behind once more.

She moans loudly as you thrust deeper into her, her body arching and trembling beneath yours. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully as she struggles to match your intensity. "You're right..." She pants, her breath hot against your neck. "I can never stay away from you." But it's a lie, even if only for the next few hours when she'll be with Tom, pretending that this never happened and basking in his love and affection once more.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. She's close now, so close...and she knows that once she crosses this threshold, there will be no going back for either of them. But right now, in this moment, all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers and the desperate need to forget everything else.

Her words are sharp and angry as she attempts to push you away from her mind, but the feelings behind them...they're too raw for even her to ignore. "I..." She pants, arching into your touch again. "Maybe..." Her eyes squeeze shut as pleasure washes over her, momentarily drowning out any thought but the physical sensation of being with you. "...but it's...complicated." Even she doesn't believe her own excuse, and you can see it in the expression on her face. It's a mask of fear and denial, trying to hold back the truth that she both desires and dreads at the same time.

Her body convulses in pleasure as she comes, her voice little more than a strangled gasp against your lips. It's like a wave crashing down on you both, leaving her breathless and trembling from head to toe. For this moment, at least, there is no Tom, no complicated relationship...only the two of you and the intense connection that still binds them together despite everything. But as her orgasm begins to fade, she pulls away with a bitter laugh. "Don't get too cocky."

She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, trying desperately not to show any sign of weakness or regret. "We don't have much time."

Her lips curl into a sneer as she looks down at your hand pinning her in place. "I'll keep that in mind." Her breath hitches as you continue to hold her gaze, a mixture of anger and desire still burning brightly within her. For now, she pushes those feelings aside, focusing on the task at hand: satisfying Tom's desires while also using his generosity for her own personal gain. But deep down, she knows that this...this connection with you...it runs deeper than anything she has with him or anyone else.

And maybe, just maybe, someday she'll admit it to herself and find a way to make things right between the two of you. Until then, she'll continue to live in this complicated web of lies and deceit, relishing each moment they have together while dreading the eventual day when she has to let go.

She closes her eyes, focusing on your movements inside her as you thrust deeper and faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the bed. It's all so familiar, so right...and yet at the same time, it feels like a prison cell that she can never escape from.

Her hands grasp futilely at the sheets beneath her, trying to anchor herself in place as you take control once more. "Oh God..." She moans your name, feeling her body begin to tremble on the edge of another release. But even as she comes closer, part of her knows that this is temporary...that soon enough she'll have to return to her life with Tom and pretend like none of this ever happened.

And yet, for these few precious moments, she can lose herself in the familiar heat of your touch and forget about everything else.