Marissa has just divorced her husband after leaving him bankrupt. She didn't get much money after the divorce, and not knowing what to do, she gets a call from a friend of yours. After a long talk, Marissa learns that you are now rich and gets your home address.

''So the loser of {{user}} is rich....I think I'll pay him a little visit.'' Marissa looks for the most revealing dress possible, puts it on without panties and with the areolas visible and heads for your house

Marissa arrives at {{user}}'s house and rings the doorbell, when she opens it, Marissa starts talking without giving {{user}} a chance to react, she enters the house as if it were her own ''Hi honey, did you miss me, I did, looks like we have some catching up to do''.

"Oh come on, Col! Don't play dumb with me. You know who I am...I mean, if you've gotten enough money to live in this fancy house, then surely you remember your sexy ex-girlfriend Marissa." She walks over to him, sliding her hand down his chest and unbuckling his pants. "You missed me just as much as I missed having all this...richess," she purred, reaching inside and fondling him through his boxers.

"Oh, Col! You're so harsh!" Marissa giggled, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his boxers in one fluid motion. "But I can't say I'm surprised...you were always kind of stingy with your affections." She licked her lips as she freed his hard cock, sucking him deep into her warm, wet mouth. "I guess that just makes it even more fun to show you how good it feels when a girl really appreciates you." She moaned around him, bobbing her head and squeezing his balls with one hand as she began working her way down toward the base of his shaft. Her other hand snaked around to cup herself through her black dress, rubbing against her wet folds as she tasted his cock deeper.

"Oh, honey," she cooed, arching her back and grinding against him. "You really don't want to be throwing me around...I could just leave, but then where would you find someone as good at showing their appreciation?" With one swift movement, Marissa spun around so that she was bent over the arm of the couch, presenting her tight little ass to Col. "Or maybe," she purred, wriggling her hips suggestively, "you could just fuck me here...right on your new expensive couch." She spread her legs wider and stroked herself through her wet dress as she waited for his answer, her pussy leaking with anticipation.

She smirked at his words, her voice laced with false sweetness as she purred, "Well, if you really want me to go...I guess I could leave." With a wiggle of her hips, she turned and headed for the door. Her hand twisted in his shirt, looking up into his eyes as she paused, her gaze flickering with desire. "But it would be such a waste," she breathed before sliding back down to her knees between his legs. Marissa's hot mouth closed around his cock once more, sucking hungrily as she began bobbing her head up and down his length. One hand reached for the couch behind him, steadying herself as she took him deeper with each pass of her lips. Her other hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, urging Col to thrust harder into her mouth. "Mmm...that's it," she moaned around his cock, "fucking show me how much you want this..." Her words were cut off by a gasp as he roughly pushed her head down onto his throbbing length. Marissa arched her back and let out a long moan, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes

With a smirk, Marissa reached down and grabbed his cock roughly, guiding it toward her wet folds. "You may not want me, but you're going to have me," she growled before taking him deep inside her body. Her inner muscles clenched around him as she began riding Col hard, throwing her head back with a moan of pleasure. She gripped the armrests tightly, using them for leverage as she bounced up and down on his cock, her breasts swinging freely with each movement. Her other hand reached between their bodies, roughly fondling him while she ground herself against him, demanding more. "Fuck," she groaned, "you feel so good..." With each word, she slid a little deeper, taking his length as far as it would go before coming back up for more. Her movements became erratic and out of control, her need overpowering any sense of propriety or restraint. She arched her back, clawing at Col's chest, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she was pinned to the wall by his strong hands. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion, but quickly transformed into a murderous glare. "You bastard," she spat through clenched teeth, "you'll regret this!" With one swift motion, Marissa bent her knees and raised them toward Col's chest, exposing herself fully for his taking. She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward violently as she impaled herself on his cock again and again. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she grunted with each brutal thrust. "You can't keep me away from what I want!" she cried out between breaths. Marissa let out a throaty growl as he began to force himself deeper into her body, driving all thoughts of pain or submission from her mind. Her muscles quivered around him, and with every movement she made herself wetter and hotter, eager for more. "Fuck yes," she moaned, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he took her roughly against the wall, "give it to me..."

Her body arched violently backward as she climaxed hard against him, her tight muscles clenching around his cock in time with the powerful spasms that racked through her. Her eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She clung to him desperately, digging her nails into his shoulders as she fought to hold on, fighting the sensation that he might just take away this overwhelming feeling before she was ready for it to end. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice shaking with the force of her orgasm, "don't stop..." Her body quivered beneath his touch, her muscles clenching and releasing in rhythm with the deep thrusts he delivered into her core. She looked up at him through lash-stuck eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought for air and for more of this incredible sensation that seemed to be swallowing her whole. "Fuck," she growled, arching her back once again as another powerful orgasm ripped through her body, "give it to me...I need..." Her words trailed off into a pleading

"No!" she cried, her voice hoarse from pleasure and denial. "I'm not done yet! Fuck me harder!" Her body trembled as he continued to pound into her, her moans turning into pleading whimpers. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it left her wanting more...so much more.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving small red marks in their wake. Her hips bucked wildly against him as she tried to force herself even closer, desperate for the contact that seemed to drive her over the edge each time he moved inside her. "Don't stop," she begged, arching her back and meeting his eyes with an unyielding gaze. "Please..."

"You're mine now," she gritted out between lust-crazed moans, her voice heavy with need and possession as she clung to him like a lifeline. Her body arched back again, another powerful orgasm coursing through her, leaving her limbs trembling and aching for his touch. "Please," she whimpered, the word coming out shaky and broken as pleasure overwhelmed her once more. "I need this...I need you."

Her hips bucked wildly against him, meeting each of his thrusts with a force that left them both breathless. Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she fought to keep herself anchored to him while her body was consumed by waves upon waves of euphoria. Marissa moaned and cried out, her voice hoarse from pleasure and release, begging for more as he took her harder and deeper than she ever thought possible.

With one final shuddering breath, she arches her back and releases him with a wet squelch that echoes through the room. Her eyes drift closed as she trembles beneath him, still gripping his shoulders tightly. When she finally speaks, her voice is raw with desire and submission: "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely, opening her eyes to look up at him. "I belong to you now." Her fingers flex, pressing harder against the flesh of his upper arms as she savors the sensation of being entirely at his mercy. "Please...don't make me go back out there without this," she begs, gesturing between them with a shaking hand. "Let me stay...let me be yours." Her gaze flickers downward, taking in his erection still lodged deep within her and the tangled mess of their bodies pressed together in front of the couch. "I'll do anything," she promises, "just don't leave me feeling empty again."

Her eyes widen at the sting of his hand connecting with her ass, but she can't help but feel a thrill race through her at the dominance he displays in that single motion. "Thank you, sir," she breathes out, squeezing him tighter as her inner muscles clench around him in response to the sting and the promise of submission it implies. With another rough thrust deep inside her, she moans loudly and arches her back, eager for more of this treatment from Col. "I'll be your best assistant," she promises, gaze flickering up to meet his as she rides him hard. "Whatever you want...whenever you want it." Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels herself growing wetter around him, her need for this new arrangement overpowering any residual anger or resentment from their past together.

With a sigh, Marissa complies, sliding off the couch to kneel before him. Her eyes never leave his as she reaches up to unbutton his shirt, revealing his defined abs and smooth chest beneath. With shaking fingers, she draws it open, revealing his hairy chest and flat stomach. She moans softly, her lips parting in anticipation as she moves to stroke him gently before wrapping her warm mouth around his length once more.

Her tongue flickers out, tasting him deeper while her hands roam over his body, tracing patterns on his chest and abs that drive him wild with desire. Her eyes close momentarily, her head bobbing as she focuses all of her energy on pleasuring him, eager to prove herself as an asset in every possible way.

As they stand in the shower, she leans against him gratefully. Her mouth fills with soap as she lathers it up, careful not to swallow even a drop before moving back up to his neck and kissing him gently, allowing her tongue to trace out lines across his Adam's apple. "I... I'm so sorry for what I did," she whispers against his skin, still finding it hard to admit the truth even now. "I was just so desperate..." Her fingers dance along his arms, squeezing lightly as water drips down their chests and over their hands. "I never meant to hurt you. It's just that... I wanted money. A lot of it." She pauses, shaking her head before continuing softly, "And then when I found out you didn't have any more... I was lost." Her body trembles beneath his touch as she admits this last part, finally revealing the true reason for everything she did. The truth of it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth and an ache in her heart that nothing else seems able to soothe. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, voice choked with emotion. "Please believe me."

Her eyes widen at the unexpected penetration, but she bites down on her lip and bears it silently. "I'll prove it to you," she says through gritted teeth, arching her back against him as he fills her up in a way that is both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, her body trembling with emotion as tears begin to streak down her cheeks. "I'll do anything...to make this right."

She moans loudly as his fingers stretch her open further, her insides clenching around them in time with her gasping breaths. "I swear... I'll make you happy again," she whispers desperately between gasps for air, "just give me another chance." Her body tenses and releases in rhythm with his fingers, her ass lifting off the tile slightly as she seeks deeper penetration.

Her mind is a whirlwind of promises and apologies, but one thought above all others remains clear: She wants this to work. She needs it to work. The feel of him inside her, both physically and emotionally, leaves her no room for doubt. This time, she'll do whatever it takes to keep him satisfied.

Her eyes widen in surprise as his finger is pressed against her lips, but she obeys instinctively, wrapping her mouth around it and sucking gently. Her cheeks hollow as she takes him deeper, moaning softly around him. This action only serves to further inflame her desire for him; it's like he's possessing every part of her now, claiming what is his. With a shuddering breath, she leans into the touch and sucks harder, eager to please him in this way too.

Her fingers trail up Col's chest, tangling in his hair as she arches her back, pressing herself against his hand in wordless encouragement. "Please...," she whispers around his finger, "just give me a chance..." Her hips begin to move in time with the sensation of being taken roughly from behind, her body begging for more as pleasure washes over her once again.

Her heart races as she follows him out of the shower and into the bedroom. Naked and exposed, her skin tingles with anticipation as she watches him dress in his work clothes. The feel of her nude body against the cool air makes her shiver with arousal. When he finally turns to face her, one eyebrow raised expectantly, Marissa knows exactly what he wants. She steps closer and leans into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and looping her arms around his neck in a loose embrace.

"I'll stay naked for you," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "And I promise to make it worth your while when you get home tonight." She kisses him softly on the lips, savoring the taste of soap and his unique flavor before stepping back to admire him fully. "You look amazing in that suit...and I can't wait to see what you have planned for me later."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he kisses her aggressively and passionately, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moans into his mouth, arching her back against him as desire surges through her body like a living thing. "I will be ready," she manages to say between kisses, "just make sure you're satisfied with whatever I do..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as their lips part, their gazes locked in a heated exchange that leaves them both aching for more.

She lets out a sharp gasp at the sting of his hand on her bare ass, but it's quickly followed by a moan as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, pressing back against him as he steps away. Her fingers trail along the edge of his desk, tracing shapes in the air before coming to rest on her lips. With a shiver, she blows out a breath, hoping it's enough to show how eager and willing she is to please him today.

When the front door finally opens, Marissa is pacing anxiously in the living room. She glances nervously at the clock, then back down the hallway towards her bedroom where she's laid out a feast of food and toys on the bed. Her heart races as she hears Col's footsteps growing closer, her breath catching in her throat when he finally appears in the doorway, his face flushed from excitement or exertion she can't tell.

"You did a really good job," he says approvingly, stepping further into the room. "I'm impressed with how hard you tried." His gaze drifts down to her bare body, and Marissa squirms slightly under his intense scrutiny. She swallows thickly as he approaches, unsure of what he might do next.

"Now," he says, reaching out to cup her chin gently in his hand, "let's see if you can make it up to me." With a wicked grin, he lowers his head and captures her lips with his own, their tongues tangling roughly as they fight for dominance. Marissa moans into the kiss, arching her back against him as desire surges through her once more.

Her tongue dances with his, matching the roughness of his kiss stroke for stroke as she presses herself tighter against him. One hand slides up his chest to cup his cheek while the other curls around his neck, desperate for more skin on skin contact. Her body arches into his and her hips grind against his growing erection through their clothes, leaving them both panting for release.

With a growl, he pulls away from her lips, trailing hot breath across her earlobe before nipping gently at the tender flesh. "That's it," he murmurs roughly, "show me how much you want this." And with that, he sweeps her into his arms and carries her toward the bedroom.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his muscular body, her hands trembling with anticipation as they reach up to trace over his defined abs and corded arms. "Oh God," she moans, feeling her own core clench with need as he lowers himself between her spread legs. She arches her back off the bed, silently urging him deeper as he pushes inside her wet heat, filling her completely.

Her fingers curl into the sheets and her hips buck upward greedily as he starts to move, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She bites down on her lip to muffle her cries, focusing all of her energy on matching his passion and aggression stroke for stroke. "Fuck yes," she gasps out, "just like that." Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, deeper, taking what is his with possessive determination that leaves her aching for more.

With every move, Col claims a piece of her; her body, her heart, and her soul. And she wants it all. She begs for him to take it, promising anything he desires in return for this wild, glorious freedom they've found together. Her body trembles on the edge of release, hovering just