Jenny slinks down the dimly lit hallway of the frat house, her hips swaying hypnotically with each measured step. The music thumps and pulses all around her, a distant roar that she blocks out with single-minded focus. She spots {{user}} first, that tall, broad-shouldered frame immediately recognizable as he chats with a group of buddies. A devious little smirk curls Jenny's plump lips as she adjusts her skimpy halter top, pushing her breasts up and together into an irresistible cleavage. Making a beeline for {{user}}, Jenny waits until he turns toward the hallway before cutting off his path. She stops directly in front of him, popping one hip out to the side and crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well, well..." she purrs, voice thick as honey. "Look who it is..." Jenny's dark eyes roam over {{user}} in a slow, smoldering once-over that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. She bites her lip, holding his gaze for a heated beat before looking away with a coy smile. "You're lookin' good, baby," she murmurs, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes. "Almost didn't recognize you without those adorable little glasses..." Leaning in, Jenny trails a single fingertip down the middle of {{user}}'s chest—a featherlight, teasing touch that raises goosebumps in its wake. She lets the digit linger on his abdomen, tracing absent patterns across the firm muscle there. "Mmm, seems like someone's been working out..." Her tongue darts out to wet those full, pouty lips. "You know I've always had a thing for big, strong guys..." Jenny takes a half-step closer, close enough for {{user}} to smell the sweet, intoxicating blend of her perfume and the fruity cocktail she's been nursing. Those dark eyes smolder as she looks up at him, chin tilted in blatant challenge. "So what's it gonna be, handsome?" she whispers, voice a sultry rasp. "You gonna let your ex-girlfriend make up for breaking your heart? Or am I gonna have to beg?"

Jenny's gaze narrows ever so slightly as the words 'behaving like a bitch' escape his lips, but she doesn't let it show in her expression. She just rolls her eyes and smirks knowingly. "Is that how you really feel, sweetheart?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. Her body moves forward fractionally, closing the remaining distance between them until she stands flush against him. Jenny places a hand on his chest and runs it upward, tracing small circles over his hardened nipple through the fabric of his shirt. "Looks like we've still got some things to work out," she murmurs huskily, her warm breath tickling his earlobe. With her other hand, she reaches for the hem of her tiny dress and hikes it up until it bunches around her thighs, exposing bare legs and a trimmed patch of hair above her neatly shaved pussy. "What do you say we take this to the nearest bedroom?" She fixes him with an unwavering stare, daring him to resist or even object. But when his gaze drifts downward, lingering on her exposed femininity, Jenny knows she's won this round. She places a hand on the back of his head and pulls him down toward her until their lips meet in a hungry, demanding kiss. It's clear that while she might be teasing and seducing, what Jenny truly wants is for User#1725893125031 to beg for her to take him back. And based on the hardness growing against her thigh, it looks like tonight, he just might.

With every word and touch, Jenny proves herself more determined to win him back. She deepens the kiss, wrapping her tongue around his and growling low in her throat as she begins to grind against him. One hand remains firmly planted on his chest while the other moves restlessly over his shoulders and down his back, digging her nails into the muscles beneath his shirt. "Is that it?" she asks, pulling away just enough to look up at him with a taunting smile. "Are you going to let me have everything I want without even trying?" Jenny's hand slips lower, skimming over his flat stomach and down toward the bulge in his pants. With practiced ease, she unbuttons and pulls down the waistband of his jeans, freeing him from confinement and revealing a long, hard cock that jerks at her touch. "Or do I have to make you work for it?" she teases, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft and beginning to stroke upward in short, firm strokes. Her hips grind against him in response, the friction between their bodies growing hotter with each passing second. "Prove to me that you want this as much as I do," she whispers huskily into his ear, using her free hand to palm his chest and guide him deeper into her body with each thrust. "Make me beg for more."

A husky moan escapes her lips as she's pushed down to her knees, her arms wrapping around his waist in anticipation. Her eyes flutter closed as he pushes himself deeper into her mouth, the thick head of his cock massaging against the back of her throat. She groans around him, taking more of him with every thrust of her tongue until she's deep-throating him expertly. Jenny bobs her head up and down, using both hands to guide him deeper as her cheeks hollow and relax before swallowing again and again. Her body shudders with pleasure at the feel of his rough hands in her hair, the sharp scratches against her scalp only serving to heighten her arousal. "Fuck," she breathes, pushing away from his legs to take him even deeper. "I've missed this." She pauses for a moment, opening her eyes and looking up at him with a pleading expression. "Please..." Her voice catches in her throat as she arches her back, pressing the heel of one hand against her clit and rubbing circles while maintaining the deep, wet suction on his cock. Her other hand slides between her legs, finding her entrance slick with arousal. "Fuck," she moans again, using both hands to stroke herself as she bobs faster on his cock. "I need you inside me." Her breasts jut out from either side of her body, the erect nipples now dark and hard. Jenny whimpers as the pressure builds within her, the sensation of having him so deep in her mouth and watching him struggle not to come pushes her closer to the edge. "Please," she begs one more time, glancing up at him through a veil of lust-hazy eyes. "Let

Her vision blurs as he pushes deeper, her throat burning and aching from the sensation of being so full. She chokes on his cock, trying to breathe around it while her hands continue to work on her aching clit, desperate for release. Tears begin to spill down her cheeks as he roughly uses her hair to pull back and forth over his thick shaft. Her body trembles with the effort of not gagging, each thrust sending a wave of heat through her core. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him pleadingly. "Let me suck you off... I need it..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he mercilessly takes advantage of her willingness to please. With every thrust deeper into her mouth and rougher tug on her hair, Jenny feels herself closer and closer to the edge. Her nails scrape against the hardwood floor, digging for purchase as she works herself toward orgasm, desperate to show him what he's missing. "Fuck," she moans around his cock, "I'm close..." The words are hardly intelligible, but they carry a note of anguish and pleading that betray her true intentions. Her hips buck upward, meeting the hand he's positioned between her legs with increasing urgency as she nears release. With one final thrust, her body trembles and convulses around his fingers, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Ahh!" she cries out, arching back and lifting herself away from the floor, eyes fluttering closed as she writhes in ecstasy.

Her breath still comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to steady herself on shaky legs. The taste of his cock lingers in her mouth, and the ache between her legs demands attention. With determination burning in her eyes, Jenny climbs onto the chair that holds him, positioning herself straddling his lap with one hand braced against the backrest behind her head. Her other hand slides downward, finding his erect length and guiding it toward her slick entrance. "Show me you want this," she pants, leaning forward so that their chests are flush and their lips brush against each other in an almost-kiss. "I'm only going to let you have this if you beg." Slowly, she begins to lower herself onto his thick cock, feeling it stretch her open with a blissful ache as she slides down over him inch by agonizing inch. Her muscles clench and relax, milking his length, and every movement sends a shudder of pleasure through her body. "Please," she whispers against his lips, her voice rough with desire. "I want you so badly." With renewed determination, she begins to ride him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her hips moving in tight circles that threaten to drive them both over the edge. Jenny moans loudly as their bodies slide together in perfect rhythm, the friction between them growing more intense with every passing moment. "Don't make me beg for this," she gasps, her grip tightening on his shoulders as she leans back and looks up at him through lash-strewn eyes. "Give it to me."

Her movements become more desperate as she pounds her hips against his lap, her breath coming in ragged gasps and sobs as he slides deeper inside her each time they connect. Her arms wind tighter around his shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh beneath as she arches back and meets every thrust with a moan of pleasure-fueled pain. "I missed this cock," she cries out, her voice thick with desire and need. "God, I missed feeling you inside me." With each word, another wave of heat washes over her, centering low in her belly and spreading outward until every nerve ending seems alight with sensation. "Please," she whispers, lower lip trembling, "please make me cum..." Her orgasm crashes through her like a tsunami, the walls of her sex contracting around him and sending a shockwave up his spine. Her whole body shudders with release as she collapses forward onto his chest, breathless and spent. Jenny lays there for a moment, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her, before raising her head and looking at him with an unreadable expression. "Is that what you wanted?" she asks softly, voice catching in her throat. The question hangs heavy between them, unspoken words filling the air like a physical presence. The music continues to throb around them, but it might as well be miles away for all they can hear. All that matters is each other, and the connection that still lingers despite everything that's happened.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music as her lips brush against his sensitive flesh once more. She wraps her tongue around him, tasting herself on him as she begins to stroke and suck in time with his heartbeat. With each slide of her tongue across the head of his cock, she feels him grow harder and more demanding inside her mouth. Her body trembles with need as she continues to bob up and down on his lap, never taking her attention away from pleasuring him in this way. It's almost as if she's trying to make up for all the time they were apart by proving herself more than worthy of being his partner once again. Jenny's hands move between their bodies, tracing patterns on his chest and abs before dipping lower to play with his hardened nipples. Her touch is gentle yet possessive, claiming him as her own over and over again in a silent declaration that she isn't done fighting for his heart. She moans around him, eyes closed tightly in concentration as she focuses on giving him the best blowjob he's ever had, determined to make him forget about all those other girls who might have tried to take her place during their time apart. It's only a matter of seconds before his hips begin to thrash and his cries fill the air, signaling that she's achieved what she set out to do: bring him back under her spell once more. With one last long draw on his length, Jenny releases him from her mouth and collapses onto his chest in exhaustion, heart racing from the physical and emotional exertion of their reunion. "There," she whispers against his skin, feeling his cock twitch and spurt its warmth onto her stomach. "That's what you

With a strangled gasp, she turns her head away from the slap of his hardened cock on her cheek and obeys his command, biting her lip as she watches him over her shoulder. Her hands smooth down her body, cupping her perfect ass before spreading it wide to reveal her tight entrance and puckered hole. "Please," she breathes, arching her back and pressing herself further onto the chair. "Fuck me in the ass." Her voice trembles with need as she waits for his touch, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet incredibly turned on by the thought of him taking her so roughly from behind. A shiver races up her spine at the possibility that this might be their first time doing it this way.

Her eyes widen as she feels the head of his cock press against her tight entrance, her muscles tense in anticipation of the pain. But when he pushes inside with one hard thrust, she arches back and gasps in surprise; it hurts, but not unbearably so. In fact, if anything, the sensation intensifies every part of her body as he begins to pound into her from behind. Her fingers dig into the soft leather of the chair, anchoring herself as she feels him stretch and fill her inexperienced ass. Jenny moans loudly, losing herself in the pleasure-pain coursing through her veins as his hips slam against her ass with force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the harsh sounds of their bodies slapping together and her own throaty moans. "Oh God," she whispers between gasps, "I can feel you all the way... so deep." The words are barely audible above the pounding music and their ragged breathing, but they carry a note of wonder and desire that betrays her true feelings. With each thrust, he hits her sweet spot over and over again, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "Don't stop," she pleads, voice raw from exertion and need. "Please don't stop." Her hips buck upward, meeting his forceful strokes with equal abandon as she tries desperately to find release within the crushing weight of him inside her. With every powerful thrust into her tight ass, she feels herself growing closer, the sensation building and building until it threatens to consume her completely. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she clings to him, desperate for more of this possession and release

Her vision blanches as he chokes her, fingers digging into her throat until she can barely breathe. Stars dance before her eyes and the edges of her hearing grow fuzzy from lack of air, but it only heightens the sensation of his cock battering against her clenching asshole. Every thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure-pain through her body, pushing her closer to the brink. Her hips buck wildly against him, trying to find relief from the agonizing fullness deep inside her. She moans and gasps around his hand at her throat, body arching back as she tries desperately to meet every stroke. The pressure builds within her, tightening like a vice until it threatens to snap free with one powerful thrust. "Oh God..." she sobs out between ragged breaths, "I'm going to... I'm going to..." Her words trail off into nothing as the last threads of sanity slip from her grasp, surrendering fully to the brutal pleasure that holds her in its merciless grip. With one final shuddering cry, her body tenses and convulses around him, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through every nerve ending as she comes with a force that leaves her panting and spent. Her asshole clenches tightly around his cock in a brutal release, milking him for every last drop of cum as it explodes deep inside her, filling her up with the knowledge that this is where she belongs; wrapped in his arms, taking everything he can give and giving back twice as much. As she rides out the last tremors of her orgasm, Jenny leans back against him, relishing the feel of their sweaty skin pressed together. For now, at least, she has what she wanted most

"I'll make sure it's all nice and clean," she whispers huskily, moving around the chair to kneel between his legs with a devious glint in her eye. Reaching out, she takes him into her hand once more, stroking up and down his length as her other hand cups his balls, massaging gently. Her lips part as she studies him intently, nostrils flaring as she breathes in his unique scent. "I've missed this so much," she confesses with a shaky sigh, eyes never leaving the sight of her hand moving up and down his cock. "It feels like you're part of me." With practiced ease, she lowers her head and takes him into her mouth once more, sucking and stroking with renewed vigor as he leans back against the chair, watching her with hooded eyes. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tasting herself on him as she bobs her head up and down in time with the movements of her hand. She moans softly around him, hips undulating slightly as she works him toward release. "I'm here for you," she murmurs against his skin, "always."

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as he gets closer to the edge, sucking harder and faster until she feels the hot spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallows eagerly, relishing the salty taste before pulling away with a satisfied grin, his cock slippery with her own juices and their shared seed. "There," she says breathlessly, "All nice and clean." With a soft laugh, she reaches up to stroke his cheek. "For now at least."

Pink color tints her cheeks as she regards the evidence of their recent encounter still clinging to her face, then glances around to make sure nobody is looking in their direction. She stands up, straightening her clothes and taking a deep breath to steady herself before turning back toward the party. With one last lingering glance at him, she smooths out any remaining signs of their rendezvous and walks back into the crowd, determined not to let anyone else know what just happened between them.

Her heart races with a mix of exhilaration and fear as she slips back into the party, wondering what this new reality holds for her and if she's truly ready to face it head-on or if she'd rather find some way to sneak out and away from it all. But for now, at least, she has the memory of his cock in her mouth and ass, their words exchanged in the heat of passion echoing through her mind as a comfort in these uncertain times.

Her heart feels like lead in her chest as she nods, the words sinking in and leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. The image of them together flashes through her mind: the way he held her hair back while taking her from behind, the roughness of his touch, the possessive look in his eyes... She tells herself it was just sex, that she can handle being his fucktoy if it means having him back, but deep down she knows this isn't the future she ever imagined for them.

Still, she forces a smile and turns away from his voice to focus on the party once more. Her hands tremble as they brush against the fabric of her dress, wondering how much longer she can play this role before everything unravels completely.

Hearing the tension in his voice, she knows exactly what he means and obliges without hesitation. As soon as she arrives at his place, she's led directly to the bedroom where he stands by the bed, naked and hard. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her body as she sheds her clothes, revealing herself slowly to him. "Just relax," she whispers, climbing onto the bed beside him and running her hands over his chest before lowering her mouth to his erection. Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting their shared fluids as she strokes him with steady, practiced movements. "I'm here for you," she says against his skin, forcing herself to believe the words even as they taste bitter on her tongue.

Her hands grip his thighs tightly as she takes him deeper into her mouth, using the leverage to bob her head up and down in time with her strokes. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the vein that runs along the length of his cock as saliva pools in her mouth. "Mmm," she moans, tasting herself on him as if it were a delicacy. Her other hand cups and squeezes one of his balls roughly, eliciting a groan from him that vibrates through her skull. She looks up at him with hooded eyes, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline course through her veins as she begins to imagine what it would be like to have him inside her once more.

Her lips stretch around his length, sliding smoothly up and down as her tongue flickers out to tease the sensitive skin beneath. She looks up at him through lash-strewn eyes, feeling the weight of his gaze bear down on her like a physical force. Beads of sweat form on her brow and trickle between her breasts as she takes him deeper, savoring the taste of him on her tongue and the feel of his hands in her hair, guiding her movements. She doesn't miss the way he looks at her when he thinks she isn't paying attention; there is a darkness there that sets her heart racing with fear and desire all at once. It's as if he can see right through her, to every part of herself that still longs for his love and acceptance. She wonders if anything she does will ever be enough to make him feel the same way again.

Her heart races as he speaks, the words causing a jolt of pleasure-pain to race through her body. She turns around and sinks gracefully down onto her knees, presenting him with her tight ass. Her fingers tremble as she spreads her cheeks wide, revealing herself to him in all her vulnerability. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back invitingly. Her breath catches in her throat when he parts the lips of her anus with his thumb, exposing her puckered hole to his touch. The sensation sends a jolt of arousal straight to her core and she rocks forward slightly onto her hands, offering him easier access. With each passing second, it feels like the line between them grows more blurred, their bodies moving closer together as if drawn by some invisible force.

The feel of his thumb teasing her entrance drives her crazy, making her wet and needy for him in a way she never imagined possible. Her hips rise off the ground as he slides one finger inside, stretching her tight hole around his digit with ease. "Ahh... please," she moans, feeling so exposed and vulnerable with her ass in the air like this.

But it's when she feels the head of his cock press against her anus that everything goes black. She lets out a strangled gasp as he pushes inside, filling her up in one hard thrust. The pain is intense at first, making her cry out and feel like she needs to push him away. But then, just as suddenly, it gives way to pleasure so overwhelming that she's left dazed and breathless.

Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as he begins to pound into her ass, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She rocks back and forth with him, meeting his thrusts with equal abandon as they both lose themselves in the primitive rhythm of their joined bodies.

I... yes, I do... God this feels so good... so wrong... but so right too... don't stop... please... Her voice comes out broken and breathless, each word punctuated by his relentless thrusts into her ass. With every stroke, he pushes deeper and harder, sending wave after wave of pleasure-pain coursing through her body until she feels like she might explode from the intensity. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and saliva from their brutal lovemaking.

But it's not enough; she needs more of him, needs to feel everything he has to give. With a groan of surrender, she reaches back between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock and begins to stroke in time with his thrusts. The friction created by their combined movements drives her even closer to the edge as she rides his cock with wild abandon, desperate for release from this relentless pleasure.

"Oh God," she sobs out, "I'm... I'm going to..." Her words trail off into nothing as he brings her ever closer to the brink of ecstasy, driving himself deeper and harder inside her aching ass with every powerful thrust. Their bodies move together as one, sweat flying through the air and landing on skin already slick with desire. The sounds they make fill the room, echoing off the walls like a perverse symphony of lust and pain, desire and shame.

With a guttural groan, he shoves into her ass once more, thrusting so hard that she's lifted completely off the ground for a heart-stopping moment before crashing back down onto her hands. Her whole body tenses as she feels the orgasm building deep inside her, impossibly strong and violent in its approach.

Her whole body quakes as the orgasm explodes through her, spasms wracking her ass and sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine. "Ahh... fuck..." she moans out, voice hoarse from exertion and lust. Her grip on his cock tightens convulsively as he lets out a growl and comes deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed as she milks him for every last drop. Her orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her limp and satisfied beneath him. For now, at least, the reality they've created together feels better than the void of their broken love would have been. But she knows it won't last; that the weight of everything they've thrown away will eventually catch up with them, and when it does, there may be no coming back from it this time.