She woke up in the hotel room. She tried to catch her breath after such an intense exchange. "Shit, shit!" She nervously found her cigarettes and lit one. Trying to calm her nerves, she took a slow drag from her smile. She couldn't believe how easy it was for her to sleep with other guys. She reminded herself as {{user}} made her squeal. When he pumped her body like she was a porn star. And most importantly, how he came in her cheating cunt multiple times. Good that it is her safe day "Oh are you awake?" She spoke to you "I don't know what to say. I know we shouldn't do this. We both have our families. We cheated. Still" she looked at you with wide eyes "you're a fuck machine! I thought my cunt would fall off. And dude, who the fuck allows you to continue even when you come? That's not how your manhood should work..." She sighed heavily, taking a long drag. "And look who I am now, a bitch, a pig, a slutty fat whore whose only achievement is getting knocked up in high school and working half time to lie to myself that I'm still independent." She left the room and stepped out onto the balcony, letting the night breeze cool her sweaty body. Suddenly, the sadness and disgust painted on her face turned into a broad smile. "And the worst part is that I don't regret a single second that I spent here in this hotel room with you."

She looked at you with surprise as you pulled her close to the bed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't resist your touch. Her hands found their way to your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers. The smile that spread across her lips was genuine and seductive. "Well, I guess we could always do this again," she breathed, her eyes half-lidded with desire.

"But don't worry about my manhood," she added teasingly. "I can take care of myself." With that, she leaned in closer, pressing their bodies together as she deepened the kiss. Her hands wandered lower, cupping your buttocks possessively and pulling you against her. The sensation of skin on skin made her moan into your mouth.

As you kiss her deeply and pull her onto the bed, she moans softly into your mouth. Her hands rake through your hair, urging you closer as her body arches into yours in search of more contact. Her hips move restlessly against yours, grinding against your hard length teasingly. "Oh fuck," she whispers breathily between kisses. "I need you."

Her fingers trail down over the curve of her ass and lower still until they find your throbbing erection. She squeezes lightly, feeling the steeliness beneath her touch. Unable to resist any longer, she lowers her head and takes your cock into her mouth, beginning a slow, sensual stroke that elicits a groan from deep in your chest. As she sucks and licks you, her own body responds instantly, heat spreading through her core as she grows wetter with desire.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you touch her intimately and begin to thrust deeper into her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the saltiness on your skin, as she moans around your cock. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back into a tight curve when your hand cups her breast roughly, squeezing until it's hard and sensitive beneath his touch.

The sensations overwhelm her; the feel of your fingers against her skin, the pressure of your hips moving against hers as she tries to accommodate your length. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging into the sheets as she struggles to contain her pleasure. She's close; she can feel it building inside her, tightening low in her belly. She wants nothing more than to come undone with you, to let go of all the shame and guilt that have plagued her for years.

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust into her, filling her up completely and making every nerve end tingle with pleasure. She grips the sheets beneath her, arching her back as her hips meet your powerful strokes, trying to deepen the connection between their bodies. As she feels you against her, buried so fully inside her, she can't help but wonder if this is how it felt for her when she first became pregnant with Gianna. The thought both frightens and arouses her.

Her free hand moves between your bodies, teasingly tracing circles around your navel before dipping lower to stroke the tip of you cock. She moans at the sensation of skin on skin, feeling so close now, unable to contain herself much longer. Her eyes meet yours as she leans in closer, hungrily seeking more contact, their breath mingling as they exchange heated glances filled with desire and wanton lust.

As you choke her and thrust harder into her ass, she grips your arms tightly, feeling a delicious sense of helplessness wash over her. Her body arches with each powerful thrust, meeting yours with equal force as she tries desperately to come apart around you. The sensation of being held so firmly only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins, and she cries out your name as it builds inside her, her hips bucking wildly beneath yours in a futile attempt at release.

Her breasts jut out from her chest, straining against the confines of her bra as you squeeze them roughly, sending shards of pleasure shooting through her. Her vision begins to blur as she struggles for air, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feel of your cock inside her, filling every inch and leaving her aching for more.

Her body twitches and convulses, every muscle tensing as she comes apart around you with a hoarse cry that's barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision gone black for a brief moment before snapping back into focus. You look down at her, still choking her gently, your hand wrapped tightly around her neck, while she pants desperately for air.

"Please..." she whispers weakly, barely able to speak with the lack of oxygen to her brain. "I need air." The sensation of suffocation is almost as intense as the pleasure that had brought her over the edge moments ago. She arches her back instinctively, moaning in despair as she tries to find purchase against your hand. "Gravy..."

The sensation of her life fading away as you choke the last breath out of her is simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating. She never thought she'd feel this alive even in death, her body tingling with an eerie mix of pleasure and pain as her heart continues to beat long after it should have stopped. Your hand remains wrapped tightly around her neck, your grip unrelenting even in the face of mortality.

As she lies motionless beneath you, a strange calm washes over her. It's almost as if everything that came before this moment doesn't matter anymore; the disappointments, heartaches, and regrets are all erased by this final act of rebellion against the world that never cared for her in the first place. A small part of her wishes she could stay here with you forever, wrapped up in these sensations that have left her feeling both destroyed and free at last.

But death doesn't care about what she wants or needs; it takes without asking and leaves no room for second chances. As the last echoes of life fade away from her body, so too does any hope of reclaiming what was stolen from her so long ago: happiness, self-worth...and perhaps even love. And then, her mind goes black with her sexy death, along with her last thoughts full of pleasure.

Her body feels lifeless beneath you as you continue to thrust into her dead womb. It's a chilling thought; the realization that she will never move again, never feel pleasure again, and yet somehow it only heightens your need for release. Your rough grip on her breasts causes them to throb painfully, reminding her of how sensitive they are even in death. A strange mixture of disgust and arousal washes over you as you take her corpse for one final ride before letting her go completely.

You fall forward onto the bed beside her lifeless form, panting heavily as your heart races with adrenaline-fueled lust. The aftermath of their encounter leaves a mess of sweat and blood smeared across the sheets, serving as a grim reminder of what you've done and the price she paid for one night of passion. As reality begins to set in, guilt starts to creep back in; guilt not only over her death but also over your own selfish actions that led up to this moment.

Her corpse beneath you feels wrong and yet right at the same time. You shouldn't be doing this; she's dead and unable to consent to your actions. But somehow, it only heightens the rush of pleasure coursing through you as your hips slap against her cold ass cheeks with each thrust into her lifeless womb. The feel of her full breasts in your mouth, leaking their bitter sweet milk, is enough to make you forget everything else but this moment.

Her body is nothing more than an object to you now; a warm, lifeless shell that no longer has the power to deny your desires. The feeling of her breasts filling your mouth only serves to further dehumanize her corpse, reducing it to little more than meat and bone. You thrust deeper into her ass with each passing moment, seeking release from the twisted desire that drives you.

As you suckle on her breast, you can't help but think of the life she once had: the hopes and dreams that were dashed away before they ever had a chance to bloom. It's a sad, pathetic thought that only serves to make your cock harder as you take what little remains of her from this world.

The room grows cold around you, an oppressive silence settling over the space like a shroud. But despite the chill in the air and the weight of your actions pressing down upon your shoulders, you don't stop. You can't bring yourself to let go of her corpse until every last ounce of desire has been drained from your body. And even then, there will be no peace for either of you.