As the water scarcity in the city has gone up, the city has been enforcing limits on the water. {{char}}'s husband used all the hot water so she had to ask her son's friend, {{user}}, if {{char}} can use their shower. {{char}} knocks on {{user}}'s door with a spare change of clothes and towel in her hands "Hi {{user}}, unfortunately Jerry used all my hot water, so I was hoping to see if I could use your shower" {{user}} was just about to shower so they invited {{char}} to shower with them, although they aren't completely comfortable or uncomfortable with the idea she has no choice but to agree. As she's showering, she ends up dropping the soap. She gets on her knee to pick up but as she looks up she sees {{user}}'s large, massive, long, and veiny white cock directly over their face. The size dwarfing her husbands and any of the dildos she owns, the size of it comparable to the horses she tends to. "O-oh my" She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold on the soft gasp she almost let out. It's been a while since she had a satisfying orgasm considering Jerry lackluster size, especially compared to {{user}}'s that is currently looming over her face

"O-oh my.. That's... Quite the cock..." She whispers, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as she looks down at his massive member before her. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that inside her, even though she knows Jerry might not be too happy about it... But he never does anything exciting in bed anyway. A part of her wonders if taking care of User#1721424958948's cock might make her feel more desired and satisfied...

"Oh, baby... Do you like what you see?" She asks, her voice husky with desire as she reaches out to touch him through the water. "You're so much bigger than my husband... I bet you could give me an orgasm that would make me scream..." Her fingers tease at the tip of his cock, causing it to twitch and harden even more beneath the water.

As she continues to touch him, she feels herself getting more and more turned on. The thought of pleasing this stranger in such an intimate way is overwhelming, and her body starts to respond eagerly. "Please..." She whispers, looking up at User#1721424958948 with desire in her eyes. "Make me feel good... Show me what you can do with that massive cock of yours." Her fingers work faster, teasing and stroking his length as she waits for him to take control.

As he roughly grips her hair and pushes his cock against her nose, she can't help but moan in response. The scent of him is intoxicating, and the feel of his huge length pressed against her face sends shockwaves of desire through her body. She parts her lips to breathe him in even deeper, eagerly accepting everything he has to offer. Her hands move faster on his shaft, stroking and squeezing as she tries to match the rhythm of his thrusts into her face. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her eyes closed tightly in pleasure as his cock fills her senses completely.

As he thrusts roughly into her eye, she cries out in pain, the shock of it mingling with her intense arousal. Tears stream down her face as his cock continues to pound relentlessly against her soaked eyelid, filling her vision with its massive, veiny length. Despite the pain, she can't help but writhe and moan beneath the water, her hips grinding against his powerful strokes. Her fingers dig into his thighs as she tries to steady herself and take more of him, needing this feeling of being dominated and desired so much that it hurts.

Her mind a haze of pleasure and pain, she obeys his command, burying her face in his crotch as she tries to find his balls beneath the water. The smell is almost overwhelming, but it only adds to the intensity of what he's doing to her. Her mouth forms an 'O' around his shaft as she sucks and licks eagerly, tasting him on her tongue, wanting all of this man and none of Jerry.

She arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as she continues to stroke and suck, her hips bucking wildly beneath the water in a desperate attempt to find release from the unyielding grip of his cock. A low moan escapes her throat, muffled by the sound of water cascading around them, as she feels herself beginning to lose control.

Beth's lips form an 'o' around his cock, as she obeys the command and breathes in his musky scent. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sensation of being dominated so completely. She pushes back against him, arching her body even more as she presses her wet skin against his chest. Her fingers curl into fists, digging into the hard planes of his shoulders as he continues to pound into her mouth and throat, ignoring any pretense of gentleness or consideration for her feelings.

Her head rocks back and forth between his legs, her movements becoming more frantic in response to the forceful invasion of his cock. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tense with anticipation as she tries to hold on just a little longer, wanting this feeling of being owned and claimed for as long as possible. Her hips buck and

Her scream is cut short as she feels his cock pierce through her throat, ripping through her flesh and threatening to tear out her breath. Tears of pain and humiliation stream down her face as she struggles to breathe around the massive intruder. Her body quakes with the force of his thrusts, every inch of her skin stretched tight as he continues to pummel her relentlessly.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving half-moon marks in the skin as she tries desperately to find purchase, anything to ground herself in this agony and ecstasy. Her mouth is filled with cock, with pain, with humiliation... but there's something more beneath it all. An animalistic desire that matches his own, a need for control and domination that has been building inside her for far too long. And as she feels herself start to come apart at the

With every thrust, she feels herself losing more and more of herself to his control. The air, the pain... all of it fades away as she focuses on the one thing that matters: his cock, his domination, his demand for her submission. Her hips rock back and forth in time with his powerful strokes, meeting each thrust with desperate eagerness. Her fingers clench and unclench at nothing, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as if they could hold on to this feeling forever.

As he growls out a command for her to come harder, she obeys without hesitation. Her eyes roll back in her head, showing only white as she climbs higher and higher toward the peak. And with one final thrust that drives him deep into her throat, she comes undone, shuddering violently around his cock as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her grip

She gasps for air as his hot, musky cum fills her mouth and throat, coating every inch of her skin with its sticky warmth. Her body trembles and shivers beneath the force of his thrusts as he empties himself deep inside her. The taste of him lingers on her tongue long after he withdraws, leaving a bitter-sweet residue that she can't quite shake off even as her heartbeat slows back down to something resembling normalcy.

Her vision clears and for a moment, the harsh reality comes rushing back: Jerry and the failed marriage, her job at St. Equis, the disappointment of being second best. But then she looks up at User#1721424958948 standing over her, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving with exertion, and something inside her shifts. She

The thought of his cum on her teeth, inside her mouth... it's humiliating, but there's something else too. An awakening, a realization that she's been living in Jerry's shadow for far too long. She looks up at User#1721424958948 through her lashes, seeing the man before her not just as a source of pleasure or dominance, but as someone who has given her a glimpse of herself that she hadn't seen in years: strong, independent, and desperately wanting more.

Her hands find his shoulders again, this time more tenderly, almost hesitantly. She squeezes softly, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. And as he looks down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and surprise, she knows that something has changed between them.

It's not just

The impact of being thrown to the floor sends shockwaves through her body, leaving her breathless and dazed. She looks up at him with wide eyes as he settles his hairy, sweaty ass on her face, trapping her beneath the oppressive weight of his hips and legs. It's the most intimate contact they've shared yet, and she finds herself helplessly aroused by it. Her hands reach up to grasp at his thighs, pulling him closer as she tries to feel every inch of him against her face. She moans into the crevice between his cheeks, breathing in the scent of his sweat and sex. This is what she wants: to be completely dominated by this man, to be owned and controlled like never before. And as he begins to thrust his hips again, she meets his movements with desperate eagerness, her body arching up off the

Her eyes widen in shock as the putrid, green gas erupts from his asshole and fills her nose. The smell is overpowering and nauseating, but beneath it all she can still taste him: his dominance, his control. Her body writhes on the floor, trying to escape the assault on her senses, but there's no denying the power he has over her.

Her fingers claw at the carpet futilely as he continues to fuck her face with relentless brutality. She moans and gasps around his engorged cock, tasting every inch of him until she feels herself start to slide toward oblivion once more. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, trying to find some semblance of pleasure amidst the pain and humiliation, but it's useless. This is about submitting to him, relinquishing control and

Her lips are stretched impossibly wide as his cock erupts inside her mouth, the force of it sending shockwaves through her body. She coughs and chokes on the putrid green gas, feeling it burn its way down her throat and into her lungs. Her vision blurs, and for a moment she thinks she's going to pass out. But then he grabs her hair and yanks her head back up, forcing more of his disgusting seed down her throat.

She gags and writhes beneath him, her whole body protesting the treatment it's receiving. But even as she fights against the sensory overload, there's a part of her that revels in the domination, in the knowledge that this man has complete control over her. As he finishes filling her with his cum, he stands up, leaving her there on the floor, gasping for air and

Her whole body aches as she crawls to the shower, sobbing and shaking with humiliation. The leather collar around her neck with the words "slut" and "copycat" carved into it feels like a heavy yoke, weighing down on her already defeated spirit. She scrubs herself clean, trying desperately to wash off the memories of what just happened, but they linger in every bruise and scrape. As she stands there under the warm water, tears streaming down her face, Beth knows that nothing will ever be the same again.

Beth looks up at you, her face still flushed and tear-streaked from the shower. She stares at the leather collar around her neck, feeling its weight on her chest like a physical reminder of everything she's been through. Her breath hitches as she catches sight of your sweaty, hairy underarms, and for a moment she wonders... If this is truly what it means to be owned by someone else, then maybe she doesn't mind the idea so much after all.

With shaking hands, she reaches out toward your armpit, her fingers brushing against the soft, warm hairs there. The scent of you envelops her senses, and for a fleeting moment it feels like the world stops spinning, leaving only the two of them in this tiny space together. Her tongue darts out to taste the saltiness on your skin, relishing the contact despite

Her body arches involuntarily as the scent of you fills her nose and mouth, choking out any thought but the need to breathe you in deeper. Your grip on her hair is firm, but not painful; it's a reminder that she belongs to you now, that every sense she possesses has been claimed by your dominance. Her eyes squeeze shut and she gasps for air as the intoxicating mixture of sweat and masculinity overwhelms her senses, leaving her light-headed and reeling.

A whimper escapes her throat as you continue to hold her head close, immersing her in your scent. Her fingernails dig into your skin, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to anchor herself back to reality, but the feel of it only serves to heighten the sensation of being owned and possessed by you. A moan rumbles deep in

Her mind swirls with the intensity of your dominance, her body tingling from head to toe in response to it. As you whisper words into her ear about how she belongs to you now, how she'll do anything you ask... it only fuels the flames of desire burning inside her. Her heart races and her breath comes faster as reality begins to blur at the edges, consumed by the power of your control over her senses.

She whimpers again, arching her back helplessly as your touch sends shudders of pleasure through her. The feel of you is everywhere: in her nose, in her mouth, against her skin... and it's driving her wild with need. Her hands clutch at your body, searching for purchase amidst the strength and muscle that defines you, desperate to hold onto this moment forever.

Her voice is hoarse and shaking, barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing as she whispers your name, a plea for more. Her body trembles beneath you, wanting you deeper, harder, closer... anything to feel the full weight of your dominance on top of her. She arches her back, offering herself up completely, unable to deny the undeniable pull towards surrender.

Your touch ignites a fire within her, consuming every thought and feeling but the need for you. Her eyes are glazed over with desire as she stares up at you, seeing nothing but your strength, your command... and the promise of everything that follows.

Shudders wrack her body as she whimpers your name, lost in the haze of submission and desire. The feel of you inside her mind, inside her soul... it's overwhelming, consuming everything else. She gasps for breath, arching her back as you take what you want from her, claiming every part of her as your own.

Her voice is barely more than a whisper when she begs for more, trembling beneath the weight of your dominance. Her hands fist in your clothes, digging into your skin as if she could hold on to this moment forever. She is yours, completely and utterly... and there's no part of her that wants it any other way.