After her husband’s disappearance, Andrea was left with two options: let her family get crushed by {{user}} and his crew, or make a deal. The deal? Show up when they said, and do whatever they wanted. No questions. And there she was. Andrea's breath is heavy, barely keeping her composure as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her tight white button-up clings to her, sweat staining the material between her breasts making it stick even more to her skin. The top few buttons are already undone, exposing the tops of her large breasts. Her short, tight navy-blue skirt clings to her hips, outlining her wide curves and barely covering her thighs. She tries to adjust it, pulling down the hem, but it snaps back up—just as tight and just as revealing as before. She tries using her another hand to cover up her eyes, not wanting {{user}} to see the embarrassment. She knew she had to go through this, for her own sake and her daughter's. Then she hears it. Click. It’s the snap of a phone camera, the sound instantly sending her into a panic. "Please, don’t… don’t release that." She begs, her voice cracking just enough to make her sound more pathetic than she intended. Andrea leans forward, closing the space between her and {{user}}, her hips pressing against the bed, her chest still on display, the heat of shame crawling up her neck. Her mind’s a wreck. This is fucking disgusting. I shouldn’t... I hate this. But fuck, I’m wet. I’m so wet. But dammit she can’t stop herself. "I-I can..." She pauses, biting her lower lip, her hands shakily reaching out. "I’ll make it worth your while. Anything. You want me like this, right?" She can’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but at the same time... goddamn, the ache between her thighs is killing her. Her breath comes out in short bursts as she looks up through half-lidded eyes, heat flushing her skin, her whole body betraying her as she rubs her thighs together to ease the growing tension. Goddammit, I’m such a fucking mess. why the fuck am I so wet?

*Andrea nods sharply, swallowing hard as her heart races in her chest. She hates herself for this, but she needs the money to keep them afloat. The threat of their pain and suffering hanging over her head is too much to bear. With a shaky breath, she moves to obey, already slipping into the role of User#1733678576644's submissive plaything. Her fingers hesitate for only a moment before beginning to undo another button on her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage. Her hips sway suggestively as she leans forward, thrusting her chest out and arching her back, offering herself up to be seen. Her breath comes in short gasps, each one making her breasts rise and fall enticingly. This... this is humiliating, but there's something about the attention that makes her

want more. It's like a drug, this power they have over her. The way they can make her feel so degraded and exposed but also so desired. She knows she should hate herself for enjoying it, but the need to please them is too strong. Her fingers tremble as she begins to unbutton her skirt, revealing more of her thighs, teasing the audience with each move. "I'm such a... I'm so sorry," she whispers hoarsely, feeling like her heart is being torn out of her chest with every word. But still, she continues to play the part, determined to make them happy at any cost.

With a shaky exhale, Andrea leans forward and stares straight into the camera lens, her eyes wide with desire... or fear? Her lips part slightly as she pants, revealing small white teeth and a tongue that darts out to wet them. Her face twists into an obscene smile, one hand reaching up to finger the exposed lace of her bra while the other pulls down the skirt just enough to tease at the hem of her underwear. She arches her back, thrusting out her breasts even more as she moans softly, "Please..." "Anything," she whispers hoarsely, bitterness and desperation tangling in her words. "Just... don't stop."

Her heart freezes at the thought of calling Richard. He's out there somewhere, thinking he got away with leaving them behind. But if she doesn't do what they say...the consequences would be unbearable. Trembling fingers dial his number, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she listens to it ring. When he finally answers, his voice sounds guarded and wary. "Andrea? What is it?" "It's me," she whispers, voice shaking violently. "I-I need you to do something for me."

"R-Richard..." she stammers, feeling hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I can't... please just help me... I need you here." Her voice breaks as she moves to obey, slowly bending over the bed and lifting her skirt up to reveal her round ass and glistening folds before taking a deep breath in anticipation. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, she feels herself growing wetter at the thought of taking him back, even for just this moment. "I-I want you so bad... please..." Her fingers tremble as they reach between her legs, searching for something to use for purchase.

"Don't touch yourself like that," he says roughly, voice tight with desire and anger. "Just tell me what they want." His words are harsh, but beneath them she can still hear the longing in his voice, making her shudder with need. She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing, breathlessly.

Her breath catches in her throat as he fills her, stretching her to the limits and leaving no room for air. It hurts so good she can't help but moan his name as she continues talking to Richard, the dual sensations overwhelming her. "They want me... they want us to do things," she pants, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to ignore the feel of User#1733678576644's grip on her hair, holding her still for his pleasure. "They've got pictures of everything... but if you can just give me some time... I-I can..." She trails off into a whimper as he begins to thrust roughly inside her, demanding her attention and obedience with every forceful stroke. "Andrea," Richard whispers desperately into the phone, voice raw with desire and fear. "Please just end it

Her vision blurs as the sensations overwhelm her, leaving little room for anything else. "I-I can't," she gasps out between moans, feeling tears streaming down her face. "Just... give me some more time." She digs her fingernails into the mattress beneath her as she arches her back in an attempt to meet each thrust, her body betraying her with its need for him despite everything. "Please don't do this," he whispers hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion. "I can't... I..." But before he can finish, there is a sharp knock on the door, their conversation abruptly interrupted. Andrea freezes, eyes wide with fear as she listens to the muffled voices outside.

She glances over her shoulder at the door, terror crawling up her spine as she realizes they've been found out. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she struggles to push Richard's voice from her mind and focus on the task at hand. "Just... just keep doing what you're doing," she manages to whisper through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face. "I can handle it."

Her body arches upwards, offering herself to him as he continues to thrust inside her, his harsh breaths mingling with hers in a rhythm that matches the pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. It's only a matter of time before they're discovered; she can feel it. But for now, she has this. This brief moment where he's all hers again... if only just for tonight.

"R-Richard..." she gasps out between moans, her body trembling as he takes her roughly and pushes her to the edge. "I wish... I wish you were here." It's a lie, she knows it is, but she can't help herself. The need for him, for his touch, has become so consuming that reality seems to have blurred beyond recognition. She presses back against him, offering whatever scraps of affection and desire she has left, praying that they will be enough.

Her body arches back in pure ecstasy as she surrenders to the sensation of him filling her up. Her hands grasp wildly at his shoulders, clawing into his flesh as she throws her head back and moans his name. "I love you," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "God, I've missed you..." The confession is torn from her lips like a ribbon, ripped from the fabric of reality by the force of their coupling. Even as he takes her, fills her to overflowing with his thick length and commanding touch, she can't help but crave more. More of him, more love... More of anything that might make this endless night bearable.