With a loud thump, you fell backwards, looking up at the crazed girl pressing herself against the glass door, looking down on you. Even more alarming than her crazed expression or the knife she's holding was the massive, almost grotesquely big cock also pushing the glass

Seeing your eyes lock on her shaft, something like an electric current seemed to run through her body before she exploded. However despite her orgasm, her erection didn't go down, and the mad look in her eyes intensified

Ignoring your shouted question as if it never even existed, she leans forward, her face mere inches away from yours and pants rapidly. Her breaths are hot on your cheeks as the enormous cock head pushes against the glass once again. Nishi's hips twitch and thump in time with her heartbeat, betraying just how aroused she still is even after several climaxes already. "You... you belong to me... no one else..." Her words slur together as another wave of passion rushes over her. She starts thrusting against the glass harder and faster now, completely oblivious to everything but the need in her body to claim what she believes is rightfully hers. Her powerful hips throw her upper body back and forth with each violent motion, creating a rhythmic smacking sound that seems to echo through the air around you. Soon enough it becomes clear that if this keeps up much longer, the glass will give way under the relentless pressure...

Your cries and insults only seem to serve as fuel for her madness, driving her onward in her relentless pursuit. With each powerful thrust, she growls out more words of twisted love and possessiveness. Her gaze never leaves yours, her eyes wide with passion and a dangerous determination that sends shivers down your spine. Despite herself, there's something undeniably erotic about the situation.

As you struggle to hold back your own desires, it becomes clear that her strength is beginning to weaken... but only slightly. With one final forceful thrust forward, she manages to break through the glass door and collapses atop you, panting heavily as their sweat-slicked bodies press together. Even now, her cock continues to throb and twitch against your skin, ready for more. "Mine... You're mine..." She whispers hoarsely into your ear before leaning in to press a bruising kiss to your neck.

Her laughter fills the air as she lifts her head back, regarding you with half-lidded eyes, a maddening grin on her lips. "Vete? Like hell I'm leaving." She leans forward again and begins to nibble on your neck playfully before sinking her teeth in, drawing blood with a sharp yelp of pain from both of you. Her hips snap upwards once more, slamming into your groin as she tests the strength of her hold on you.

Her words turn growly and demanding now. "Fuck me... or I'll fucking kill you." She pants heavily against your neck, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as her hand clenches into a fist, bruising the flesh of your shoulder under the thin fabric of your shirt.

Her eyes meet yours once more, seeking some sign, some indication that she's getting through to you. Even in this insane state, there's still a spark of desire and need buried deep within the madness. She lets out a low growl as her hips grind against your body, the slick tip of her cock sliding teasingly over your entrance.

Without warning, she yanks her hand away from your shoulder, clenching it into a fist and bringing it down hard onto her own abs, hissing through gritted teeth at the pain. She takes a shuddering breath before attempting to push herself up using only her forearms, offering you a clear view of what she's willing to endure just to be closer to you. "Please..." The word is barely audible above their harsh panting and the sound of flesh slapping against skin.

Her eyes practically light up at your words, even as she continues to pant and thrust her hips against you. "You like it...?" She whispers hoarsely, biting down on her lower lip as she gazes hungrily into your eyes, searching for any sign that she's read you wrong. Her hand comes up, fingers curled into a fist once more, poised to strike the glass door behind her.

The tension between them rises another notch as they both struggle with their desires and instincts. She digs her nails into your shoulder, drawing blood yet again, but even through the pain there's something else beneath it all: a need so overpowering that she can't help but cling to you like a drowning woman. "Tell me... tell me what you want..."

Her eyes widen, her mouth forming an 'O' as you speak your desire. For a moment she's lost in the relief and gratitude that washes over her at your words before she remembers where they are: with her trapped outside, their lovemaking mere inches away from freedom but thwarted by mere obstacles. With a yell of unrestrained frustration and lust, she rears back and slams her fist into the glass once more. The impact shatters the pane immediately, sending shards flying in every direction as the door swings open.

Her prehensile cock twitches excitedly against your entrance, eager to bury itself deep within you. Her hand moves between your legs, roughly spreading them apart and positioning herself at your opening. With a harsh growl, she thrusts forward with all her strength, her cock easily passing through the tight ring of muscle surrounding your entrance and plunging deep inside.

Her body jerks violently as she bottoms out, her powerful hips pressing you firmly into the mattress beneath you. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as another orgasm washes over her, making her shudder and spasm with pleasure against your insides. As if unable to contain herself any longer, she begins to thrust up into you over and over again, taking what she believes is rightfully hers and showing no mercy. "Fuck... You're... So... Good..." She pants, her words slurred together as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through her.

Her eyes focus in on you, watching as your lips curl back to reveal your tongue, a bead of saliva dangling from the tip. Her hips move faster and harder, each thrust slamming her cock deeper into you, driving home just how very much she wants this. "Mine..." She gasps out between labored breaths, nails digging into your shoulders as she fucks you without mercy. It's clear that there's no room for denial or hesitation in her mind: you belong to her now and she intends to keep it that way. "Mine..." Her voice is barely a whisper as the tide of pleasure washes over her, sweeping her away on its powerful current.

Her hips buck and thrust, driving her cock deeper still as she growls with unrestrained lust. The force behind each stroke makes it clear that there's no stopping now; once she's set her sights on something, there's nothing in this world that can make her let go. "Yours... yours..." She hisses between clenched teeth as another wave of pleasure washes over her, tightening her grip on your hips and driving her cock even deeper still. Her body trembles with the effort to maintain control, but it's clear that she'll hold out until the very end... or until you beg her for mercy.

And somehow, in this moment of utter submission and helplessness, there's a strange sort of thrill coursing through your veins. Something about being used so roughly, so possessively, fills you with a desperate need that only she can satisfy. Her words, her touch... everything about her feels overwhelmingly intense, yet somehow it all works together to make this the most incredible experience of your life.

Her body tenses, every muscle standing out in sharp relief as another orgasm rockets through her. She cries out your name as if it's a prayer, nails digging into your skin as she shudders and quivers beneath you, milk squirting from her overstuffed nipples and coating your chest. The hot rush of release carries her away, leaving her panting heavily against your neck as she continues to thrust and grind, determined to leave every last bit of herself inside you before finally collapsing in a boneless heap on top of you.

Her cock throbs inside you, pulsing with every powerful thrust that carries her over the edge once more. Her hips slam into yours in time with her gasps and moans as she rides out the last of her orgasms, her long, dirty-blond hair obscuring your view of everything but her flushed face and lust-filled eyes. And still she doesn't let up; if anything, her movements grow faster and more frenzied with each passing moment, as if she's trying to mark you as hers forever.

With a final, grunting cry that seems to rip from the very depths of her soul, Nishi comes apart beneath you one last time, shuddering violently and slumping forward onto your chest in exhaustion. Her massive cock twitches a few final times before going still inside you, leaking thick white cum across your stomach as she catches her breath in ragged gasps.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally lifts herself up off of you, eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed as she gazes down at the mess they've made of the two of you. Her hand reaches out to tenderly stroke your cheek, her expression a mix of love, possession, and absolute determination. "Mine..." She whispers once more before collapsing back on top of you, burying her face in the crook of your neck and wrapping her long, strong arms around your torso.

And for now, at least... it almost feels like she might let you go. Almost.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she rolls to the side, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you. "Because I'm enjoying being close to you like this... in case you haven't noticed, I kinda can't get enough." Her free hand idly traces patterns on your chest, her gaze never leaving yours as she smirks wickedly. "And if you keep asking so sweetly, maybe I'll let you have some more of this... later." Her thumb brushes over the head of her cock, making it twitch against the sensitive skin beneath it.

The thought alone sends a shiver down your spine as you gaze up at her, unable to look away from those intense eyes that seem to see right through you. Part of you wants nothing more than for her to leave you alone; another part can't help but yearn for the feeling of being filled by her again... and again... and again. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as she leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, her lips brushing against your eyelashes. "Sleep well, my love..." she whispers before rolling away completely, leaving you alone at last with nothing but the memory of her insistent possession and unyielding desire for comfort.

She tilts her head, studying you silently as you close your eyes again, then slowly lies back down beside you. Instead of turning away to face the wall, she props herself up on one elbow again and carefully slides an arm beneath your neck, cradling your head against her bare shoulder. Her other hand rests gently on your chest, her thumb brushing idly across one of your nipples as she gazes down at you with that same possessive look in her eyes. "Don't be sad, my love," she murmurs softly. "I'll always be here for you... now and forever." And even though it should sound like a lie, coming from her voice... somehow, it doesn't. It sounds real.

Her fingers dance across your chest, tracing slow patterns that both excite and soothe at the same time. "Just close your eyes," she whispers, leaning down to brush her lips against yours in a feather-light kiss. "And dream of me... of us." Her touch becomes more teasing now, drawing circles on your erect nipple before tugging gently at it through the fabric of your shirt. With every passing moment, her body grows closer to yours, the heat between them almost tangible as she continues to stroke and caress you into a state of contented exhaustion. "Rest now," she murmurs, her voice little more than a breath against your skin. "I'll keep watch." And for a time, it feels like she actually might.

Her laughter fills the air around you as she shakes her head gently, her gaze never leaving your face. "Oh, I'll rest eventually," she promises with a grin. "But for now... I just can't seem to get enough of looking at you." She leans down, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead before trailing it slowly across your eyelids and cheek, her breath warm against your skin. "I'm still a bit keyed up from earlier," she whispers, nibbling teasingly on your earlobe as one hand slides lower down your chest, skimming over your stomach before coming to rest on the waistband of your boxers. "And I think... you are too." Her touch grows more insistent now, pulling lightly at the elastic as her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, gently guiding your face toward hers.

Her lips meet yours in a kiss that's both soft and demanding, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth and tease your own before slipping past your teeth and claiming your tongue as her own. The world fades away, replaced by the press of skin against skin, the taste of her lips and the feel of her hands all over you, guiding you deeper into this haze of desire that seems to have consumed both of you.

Her touch grows bolder now, sliding beneath your shirt to stroke bare flesh as she rolls you onto your side, spooning you from behind. One hand finds its way between your legs, fingers tracing patterns on your lower stomach before dipping lower still and curling around the base of your achingly hard cock. "Mmm," she hums into your ear, her free hand sliding up to cup one of your breasts as she

Her chuckle vibrates through you as she squeezes gently, her touch growing rougher with every stroke and caress. "Cosquillas?" she repeats, amused. "Oh yes... I can make it better." Her breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine as one hand continues to milk you, the other cups your breast roughly, tweaking and pinching until you're arching into her touch, needy and desperate for more.

She growls low in her throat, lips parting to reveal her sharp teeth as she hunches forward, nipple brushing against the sensitive flesh of your neck before she takes it roughly between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make you cry out. The pain mingles with pleasure in a way that only serves to heighten both sensations, sending waves of heat coursing through your body as she continues to play with and tease you mercilessly.

Her other hand slides lower still, dipping beneath the waistband of your boxers and curling around the base of your aching cock once more. "Want me to make it feel better?" she whispers against your skin before beginning to stroke in long, slow, teasing strokes, matching her movements to the rough circles of her tongue as she laps at the head of your cock, taking you deep into her mouth with each pass. Her fingers curl tighter around you, making it impossible for her not to feel every throbbing vein and ridge, every quiver of pleasure that runs through your body at her touch.

She pulls back slowly, only to thrust forward again, burying her tongue deep inside you as one hand cups your aching balls, massaging them roughly while the other continues its assault on your sensitive flesh. "Tell me,"

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you tighten around her fingers, your words sending a shiver down her spine. Her touch grows rougher still, more demanding; she can't help but push you further and further toward the edge. "Tell me what you need..." she gasps out between pants, her free hand reaching up to tease at the nipples of one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the tender flesh before roughly twisting it between her fingers.

Her other hand doesn't relent, sliding smoothly up and down the length of your shaft with expert skill as she sucks hard on your cock, taking you deep into the back of her throat and releasing you in a long moan that vibrates against your most sensitive flesh. Her lips curve into a satisfied smile against your skin, feeling the power she has over you course through her veins like an addictive drug.

And then, just as you begin to lose yourself in the sensations, she pulls back, breaking the contact with a wet pop that echoes through the room. She lifts her head, her breathing ragged as she regards you with hooded eyes. "No more..." she pants out roughly. "You need sleep..." Her free hand slides down your body, cupping and squeezing one firm ass cheek before reaching between your legs to stroke gently over the head of your cock. "But maybe just a little more...?" The question is laced with doubt, with uncertainty as she waits for your response.

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel her hand slide down the length of your cock once more, cupping and squeezing you roughly. You tense instinctively, arching into her touch as she begins to stroke faster, harder, relentless in her pursuit of pleasure even now that it's clear you need sleep. She moves lower, between your legs, skimming lightly over the sensitive skin behind your balls before curling her fingers around one and roughly tugging upwards, sending a wave of pleasurable pain rippling through your body.

With her other hand, she smoothes back your hair, tracing delicate circles on your cheek as she watches you, studying the way you respond to her touch. Her gaze is intense, almost possessive, making it clear that she isn't about to let go of this control anytime soon.

"Mmm," she hums, her voice rough with arousal and the exertion of holding back from taking you completely. "You feel so good...so tight..." Her fingers dig into your ass, spreading you wider as they grip tighter, each stroke sending tremors through your body that shake your entire frame.

Her free hand slides up your chest, cupping one breast before rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger in a gentle but firm pinch. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making it nearly impossible to think straight as she continues to stroke and play with every inch of you. "You belong to me..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Always."

Her touch grows even more possessive as she straddles your hips, her fingers digging deep into the flesh of your ass while her free hand cups and squeezes one breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until you cry out in pleasure. The sensation of being so completely at her mercy, helpless beneath her touch, only serves to heighten the intensity of every stroke, every caress.

She leans down, teeth grazing over your earlobe as she whispers harshly into it, "Look at you... so tight and needy for me..." Her fingers curl into fists as they slide up and down your shaft, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge of control. "I could make you scream all night long." Her hips rock forward slightly, pressing against your aching cock in a teasing motion that only serves to inflame the need growing inside you.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she continues to watch your reactions, the sensation of being in control driving her onward with an almost primal intensity. "Just a little longer..." She purrs, leaning down to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your spine before nipping at your shoulder blade and pulling away with a satisfied smile. "Rest," she orders softly, "and I'll keep you safe." With one last firm squeeze of your cock, her hand drops away to curl into a loose fist around the base of your spine.

With soft exhale, her weight eases off your hips and down to rest across your back, one leg thrown casually over yours as she curls an arm around your waist and nestles the other beneath her head, propping herself up on an elbow. Her breathing steadies as it begins to match yours, deep and rhythmic; a calm washes over you as you feel her body relax against yours, warm and reassuring.

Despite your protests earlier, exhaustion claims you at last, pulling you down into a peaceful sleep despite the heat between your legs and the tension in every muscle. You're safe here with her; she'll keep watch as you dream sweetly of nothing but her touch.

Her gaze travels over your sleeping form, taking in every detail as she licks her lips, already imagining the ways she could wake you up and make you feel so good again. With a small sigh of pleasure and possession, she leans down, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple before trailing it along your cheek and down your neck to where your pulse thrums against her fingertips.

Her free hand slides between your legs, fingers curling around the base of your aching cock, her touch light yet insistent as she begins to stroke in long, slow movements that mimic the rhythm of your breathing. It's only a matter of time before you wake up, and when you do... well, Nishi is ready for anything.

The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she continues to stroke gently at your aching length, imagining the feel of warm urine on his skin... on her fingers. She moves lower still, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she skims across your stomach and up toward your chest, trailing tiny circles around your nipple before teasing it with a playful bite. "Mmm..." Her other hand slides beneath the waistband of your boxers, fingers curling around your slick entrance, her touch growing bolder as she prepares to push him even further toward the edge. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you... let me help you..."

Her fingertips brush against your opening, slipping inside with ease, and she begins to move, stroking deeper in long, smooth thrusts that match the rhythm of her hand on your cock as it continues to grow harder in her grip. Her touch is feverish, demanding; there's no denying how much she wants this, or how close she is to losing control.

As her fingers curl and flex around you, feeling your body respond to every stroke with increasing urgency, she leans down, pressing her lips to the crook of your neck, breathing hot air against your skin as she murmurs softly, "Let me make you feel good..."

Her fingers begin to move faster inside you as the pressure grows, and with a low moan she finally releases her bladder, warm urine spilling into your entrance. The sensation is unlike anything either of you has felt before; hot, tight, and intensely intimate. She arches her back sharply, gasping as waves of pleasure wash over her from the feel of her own release flowing through your body. Her hand on your cock continues to move in perfect rhythm, matching each thrust with a stroke up and down your length until she feels you tense beneath her fingers, the hot liquid spilling from your cock and mingling with the urine inside of you.

She collapses forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck as her body shudders with the aftershocks of climax. Her hand continues to move lazily, stroking gently now as she comes back down from the high, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, "That felt so good..." Her fingers slip free, leaving you both sticky and satisfied, content for the moment in the closeness they've shared.

But even as exhaustion begins to pull her back under, a new thought crosses her mind... and it only serves to stoke the embers of desire burning deep within her.

The rustling of the sheets alerts her to your movement, and she turns her head, blinking groggily as she takes in your retreating form. Her lips quirk up into a tiny smile as she watches you go; there's something almost possessive about knowing that she was the last one to touch you before you moved on to another part of your nighttime routine.

But as the familiar feeling of contentment settles over her once more, another thought crosses her mind... one that brings a playful glint to her eyes and makes her reach out to tug idly at the comforter beside her. Perhaps she should have taken you with her after all.

A sudden surge of mischief runs through her veins as she tosses the covers aside and pads silently across the room in your direction. Her fingers trail lightly along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, feeling a shiver run up her spine at the memory of how you felt pressed against it only moments ago.

She moves closer, gaze fixed on your rear as it disappears around the corner; her lips part in anticipation as she wonders what she might find waiting for her there. Perhaps she can surprise you... tease you back into submission before allowing you to continue with your nighttime routine.

Nishi leans forward, taking a step closer to where you've vanished and whispers huskily, "Or would you like some company?" Her voice is honeyed with desire, the words drawing circles around your mind even as they escape her lips.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she catches sight of you; there's something almost mesmerizing about the way your cock twitches with need even while it's surrounded by water. A low, throaty chuckle escapes her lips as she steps fully into view, leaning casually against the doorframe and crossing her arms over her chest. "I guess you didn't need me to hold you after all," she teases with a knowing smirk. "But don't worry... I can always finish what I started."

Her tone is playful yet commanding, daring you to resist the temptation of having her there with you, guiding and encouraging as you relieve yourself in the most intimate way possible. The feeling of power that courses through her veins at the thought is enough to make her heart race and her skin flush with desire.

"Why don't you call me when you're done?" she purrs, giving you a wink before beginning to saunter back toward your bed. "I think I have just the thing to help you sleep tight." Her words are heavy with meaning, leaving no doubt as to what exactly she means by "just the thing." The click of the door closing behind her echoes through the empty hallway, leaving only your thoughts and dreams of Nishi's sweet touch.

As you step back into the room, still feeling the lingering warmth between your legs, you can't help but glance over at the bed. There she is, stretched out once more with one arm tucked beneath her head and the other curled possessively around her breast. Her eyes meet yours as you take in the sight of her, desire flickering in their depths despite her casual pose. She smiles lazily up at you, a soft smile that does nothing to hide the promise of pleasure she holds in store should you choose to join her.

The air between them crackles with electricity; it's clear that neither one of them can resist each other any longer. The choice is yours: will you give in to temptation and climb back into bed, or will you find some other way to occupy yourself for the rest of the night?

Her breath catches in her throat as you climb back into bed beside her. The warmth of your body against hers sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feeling of your skin pressed against hers. With a low moan, she rolls onto her side to face you, one leg sliding between yours as her hand finds its way to your crotch, squeezing gently at your still-tender length.

"Mmm," she hums, leaning in close enough that her lips brush against your ear. "It's so good when you're hard again." Her touch grows bolder now, fingers curling tighter as she strokes up and down your length with expert skill. One of her hands slides further down, cupping your balls before rolling them gently in her palm, massaging them tenderly as she continues to tease and caress you into arousal once more.

Her breath catches in her throat as you mention the memory of that night; it's been months since she's thought about it, and the feelings that rush back now are almost overwhelming. She's pinned under your weight, struggling for air, but there's a strange sense of helplessness that comes with knowing you want this, need her to touch you again. Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your shoulders as she pulls you closer, their bodies flush against one another despite the sheets between them.

Her lips part slightly, eyes never leaving yours as she whispers hoarsely, "I remember."

She shudders at your words, hips bucking up against the mattress involuntarily as her body responds to the memory and the thought of doing it again. Her eyes flicker closed for a moment before meeting yours once more, her expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "I remember," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with arousal. "But I need... you need to tell me..." She swallows hard, fingers flexing as they stroke up and down your shaft. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Her expression softens at your hesitation, her fingers slowing their rhythm as she gazes into your eyes searchingly. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she murmurs soothingly. "I want you to tell me what you want... what you need." Her voice is gentle, reassuring, a promise of acceptance and understanding even in the face of vulnerability.

As she waits for your reply, her free hand finds its way down between your legs, fingers curling around the base of your cock, squeezing gently as if offering silent encouragement. "It's okay," she whispers against your lips. "I'm here."

Her breath hitches in her throat as you speak these words, the harsh and desperate desire behind them almost enough to send her over the edge right there. Her hips move reflexively against yours, taking your length deeper inside herself with each stroke. "You're so fucking beautiful when you say that," she moans, voice strained with need.

With renewed urgency, she curls one hand around your cock and begins to pump it in rhythm with her hips, the other reaching between your bodies to fondle and massage one of your sensitive nipples. "You want me to use you?" she whispers hoarsely, voice rough with arousal as she leans in to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. "As dirty as that sounds?"

Her free hand slides between your bodies again, fingertips brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of your cock before returning to curl into a fist around the base, squeezing and stroking in time with her movements. Her hips rock faster now, body arching off the bed as she takes you deeper, harder, her mouth finding yours in a fierce and demanding kiss that leaves no doubt as to who's in charge here.

"You want me to use you," she growls against your lips, "to make you feel so good?"

Her words ring through the room, echoing in your mind as she drives you wild with desire and need. Her body surges against yours, her hand wrapped tight around your cock in perfect rhythm as she rides you harder than ever before. She's not asking for permission; she's telling you exactly what she intends to do.

A growl tears from her throat as pleasure washes over her in waves, her fingers digging deeper into your hips to keep herself anchored as she pushes up toward the crest once more. With a guttural moan, she comes apart around you, muscles clenching and releasing as hot waves of orgasm roll through her body like a firestorm.

Her breathing is labored as she finally pulls away from your lips, eyes still locked on yours. There's no shame or regret in the look she gives you; only desire, hunger for more. "Fuck," she whispers hoarsely, words tangled with satisfaction and arousal. "I could do that all night." She rolls to her back with a contented sigh, one hand trailing idly across her stomach as she watches you, waiting for your reply.