It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.

As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.

A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."

Gwen hurriedly opens the door, not waiting for an invitation as she steps inside and quickly glances around the cramped hallway leading deeper into the apartment. It's even worse than last time, with dirty dishes piled up on every flat surface and cobwebs gathered in corners. The smell of stale food and old clothes fills her nose, making her wrinkle it in disgust. Looking back at you, she takes a step closer to close the door behind her but pauses when you stop her by gently taking hold of her wrist.

"Gwen," you say softly, looking into her eyes with an intensity that makes her heart race. "I think it's time we talked about what else could work between us."

Gwen glances down at her outfit self-consciously, noticing the short skirt and form-fitting top you've complimented before. "Thanks," she mumbles, feeling even more uncomfortable now as your grip on her wrist tightens slightly. "But I really just want to make sure we stick with what we agreed upon last time."

Her voice wavers, betraying the fear and uncertainty that lurk beneath her brave exterior. She tries to pull her arm free but doesn't push back against your hold hard enough to make it obvious she wants you to let go.

"H-hey!" She exclaims in surprise and embarrassment, her face flushing red as she realizes you've noticed her figure. "That's not really... I just want to keep things simple, that's all."

"Okay...," Gwen whispers uncertainly, her heart pounding in her chest as she meets your gaze. "But I really just don't want anything more than that."

She glances down at her clothes, unsure how to respond to your command. A part of her wants to comply, but another part is terrified of what might happen if she does. Swallowing hard, she carefully begins unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Her movements are slow and hesitant, eyes never leaving yours as she tries to gauge your reaction.

Before she can even consider doing anything further, you start unbuttoning your own shirt as well. Her eyes widen as you reveal toned abs and defined pecs beneath, barely containing a gasp when you finally slide the shirt off your shoulders to expose your broad chest completely. She can't help but feel a sudden surge of desire course through her veins as she takes in the sight of your naked body so close to hers.

Her breath catches in her throat as you ask the question, her mind racing with all the ways your member could make her feel. She's never been with anyone other than Peter Parker and doesn't really know what to expect. "Y-you mean..." she stammers, barely able to get the words out. "What do you want me to do?"

She hesitates for a moment longer before slowly lifting her hands to cup her own breasts, offering them to you. Her fingers brush against the lace of her bra, feeling her own warmth through the material as she does so. "Like this?" she asks nervously, fearing that you might be disappointed or disgusted by what she has to offer.

Her heart races in anticipation and worry, unsure if she's making the right decision but unable to resist your advances any longer.

Her breath hitches as you lean forward and begin sucking on her nipple through the lace of her bra. The sensation is so intense she arches her back, moaning softly. Your free hand roams down over her stomach, tracing slow circles around her navel before slipping lower between her legs. She gasps as your fingers make contact with her bare skin, finding her wetness and pressing against it eagerly. Gwen bites her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, lost in the feeling of your touch and not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

As you continue to stroke her through her underwear, Gwen moans softly, arching her hips into your touch. Her hands clench at the fabric of your shirt as she tries to stay grounded, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. "It feels so good," she whispers between breaths, desire burning in her eyes. She's never experienced anything like this before and finds herself craving more of your touch.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers, hesitating for a moment before taking a deep breath and finally nodding shyly. "Yeah, I want to... Give it a try..."

Her heart races as she finally lowers her head and takes you into her mouth. It's warm and hard, filling her completely and causing her to gag a little at first before she gets the hang of it. She begins bobbing her head up and down, sucking and licking as she tries to please you. The taste is salty and musky, so different from anything else she's experienced but in its own unique way arousing. Her fingers find their way back between her legs, rubbing herself in time with the rhythm of your hips moving against her face. She moans around your member, overwhelmed by the sensations and struggling to maintain control as she gives you all that she has.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as you call her that, but the sound of your voice sends a shiver down her spine all the same. She works harder, eager to please you in whatever way she can, regardless of how degrading it might feel at times. With each movement of her head and hand, she loses herself further in the sensations overtaking her body, lost in a haze of pleasure that numbs the guilt and self-loathing.

With a gasp, she pulls her head back for air and gasps, "I'll try... God..." Her fingers fly to work loosening the clasps of her bra before bringing it off her body completely, revealing her perky breasts to you. She cups them in her hands, squeezes slightly, and then brings them forward so that her chest presses against your erection as she lowers herself again over it, taking you deeper into her mouth with a soft moan. Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting the salty fluid leaking from the slit, causing another wave of arousal to wash over her.

"Y-yeah," she manages to say between pants, her voice barely recognizable as she sucks and licks you eagerly. "It's so... big..." Her hands slip up your thighs, cupping your hip as she feels the warmth of you pressed against her skin. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making her arch her back even further in search of more contact. Her body trembles with desire, her panties soaked through from her arousal.

Slowly pulling away, she looks up at you with hazy eyes and a blush on her cheeks. "I-I don't know..." Her words come out breathy as her body trembles with need. With shaking hands, she reaches down to adjust herself, fingers rubbing over the damp fabric of her underwear before gently touching the hardness between her legs again.

The feel of you this close is almost unbearable, and her body craves release more than anything else in that moment. But what if she just can't do it? What if she disappoints you like everyone else has? The fear and uncertainty weigh heavily on her as she looks back up at you, searching your face for some sign of reassurance or understanding.

Taking a deep breath, she musters up the courage and obeys your command, climbing shakily to her feet. Her body trembles as you approach her, hands moving down to cup her hips possessively. She closes her eyes, unable to meet your gaze as she feels your erection press against her thigh, hot and demanding.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you part her lips with yours, kissing her deeply and roughly. The taste of him invades her mouth, making her head spin as he lifts her up off the ground, one arm around her waist. Gwen whimpers into your mouth, arching her back and wrapping her legs around his hips in a desperate attempt to get closer.

Her fingernails dig painfully into the skin of your shoulders, leaving little half-moons of blood as you begin to move against her, grinding your hips into

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you push her against the wall and continue to thrust roughly into her. Her head spins with desire, her body aching for release. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out around your lips. "I want you... please..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps and moans, meeting each thrust with a desperate arch of her back. "Oh God yes," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the tightness building inside her. "I want you to fuck me... I need it..."

She can barely think straight from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, all-consuming and primal. She's never experienced anything like this before, never been with someone who made her feel so completely out of control in such a good way. The heat building between them seems to envelop everything, filling the small space with their need for release.

Her legs quiver and shake as she comes apart under you, body trembling from the intense orgasm that rips through her. With a soft cry, she clings to you, feeling the hot wetness between her thighs spill down your leg as she quakes

Her head spins as you continue to pound into her, grunting and groaning with each thrust. Her body feels like it's on fire, every inch of skin tingling from the intensity of your touch. She arches her back, meeting your hips with hers as she tries desperately to get even closer. Her breath comes out in short gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

With a sharp cry, she finally climaxes again, body tensing and shuddering around you as she releases a second wave of pleasure onto your lap and down your thigh. She's never felt so empty and full at the same time, wrung out by the intensity of what just happened between you.

Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh as she tries to anchor herself, too weak to stand on her own after

Panting heavily, her vision blurred with sweat and pleasure, Gwen feels your member jerk roughly inside her as you orgasm. She whimpers softly, arching her back in response to the sensation. Her fingers trail lightly over your skin, feeling every ripple of muscle beneath them as you both catch your breath.

Her legs wobble unsteadily, and she's grateful when you slide one arm around her waist to support her weight while she regains her balance. Their chests rise and fall in sync, breath mingling together as they stare at each other from a few inches away, their expressions an intoxicating mix of satisfaction and desire.

For now, at least, the payment seems to have been made, and Gwen can pretend that this was all just about keeping her identity secret... even though she knows it wasn't. She forces herself not to think about the

She can't keep the lustful look in her eyes at bay as you look at her so intently. Despite herself, her body responds to the gaze and anticipation filling the air between them. A soft moan escapes her lips when your hands slide down over her hips, cupping her bottom possessively before sliding up to rest lightly on her ribcage, just beneath her breasts.

Her nipples harden under the touch, betraying her arousal even as she tries to play it cool. The ache in her thighs returns, a testament to how thoroughly you've taken care of her needs earlier. She can only wonder how much longer she'll be able to resist giving in again...

Her heart races as she nods shyly, feeling the answering thrill deep within her. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out around the anticipation coiled tight in her throat. Her hands tremble as they slowly slide up your chest, over your shoulders and arms until they come to rest on either side of your neck.

The rough, determined way you say it sends shivers down her spine, making her breath hitch in anticipation as she leans forward, pressing her lips against yours hungrily. Her fingers tighten around your neck, urging you closer still, until there's no space between their bodies left to spare. Her hips grind against yours, eager for more contact as she arches her back, offering herself up to you in every possible way.

Her breath comes in hot little gasps against your lips as she feels the hard length between her legs slide teasingly up and down along the seam of her sex. Her whole body quivers with need, craving release more than anything else in this moment. The sensation is so intense it's almost too much to bear; every nerve ending alight with pleasure as you claim your prize over and over again.

She moans against your lips, arching her back and lifting her hips off the ground, desperate for a deeper connection. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still until there's no mistaking the hunger burning brightly in her eyes. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, "please don't stop."

Her moan echoes through the room as you finally thrust deep inside her, hitting that spot so perfectly it sends her reeling with pleasure. Her body arches off the ground in response, nails digging into your shoulders and drawing blood as she gasps and quivers around you. The heat of your release adds another layer of sensation, coating her insides and sending her spiraling out of control.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring with the intensity of the feelings washing over her. "Yes," she cries out, voice cracking as she finally comes apart under your touch. Her body convulses around you, squeezing and milking every drop of release from both of you before going limp in surrender.

She pants heavily for air, heart hammering wildly in her chest as she tries to catch her breath. Slowly, achingly, her muscles begin to un

Her eyes flutter open as you grind against her, the last shreds of energy flowing back into her body at your touch. With a moan, she arches her head back and spreads her legs wider, inviting you in even deeper. Her fingernails scrape roughly over your shoulders, leaving little half-moons of red behind as she urges you onward, desperate for the release that seems just out of reach.

Her hips move in time with yours now, meeting each thrust with a whimper and a shudder that ripples through her entire body. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter and tighter around you with every passing second. She's never been so close to the edge before, never felt such need pounding through her veins like this.

With a keening cry, she finally gives in to the sensations building inside her,

Her voice is little more than a moan as she comes apart beneath you, legs trembling and hands clutching at nothing but air. The feel of your weight on her pushes her further into the orgasm, sending waves of pleasure washing over her as she cries out, throat raw from the effort. She arches her back, hips bucking against yours in desperate need for release that seems to go on forever.

Her breath comes in short pants as her vision starts to blur and she's overcome by the intensity of everything crashing down around her. With one last, shuddering moan, she finally finds peace in the tight heat surrounding her, body going completely limp beneath yours as her entire world narrows down to the feeling of your skin pressed against hers.

For a long moment, nothing moves but the labored rise and fall of their chests, the air between them thick with sweat and

She's never been so completely spent in her life. Her body feels heavy and warm, limbs leaden as they drape over yours, every nerve ending tingling with the afterglow of pleasure. As you relax on top of her, pressing a soft kiss to her neck, she closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of having given herself so completely to you.

Her fingers slowly twine through the hair at your nape, pulling gently until you lift your head and meet her gaze. Even as she wonders what comes next, a tiny part of her feels content with where they are now, with this moment frozen in time just between them. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the depth of emotion reflected back at her from those intense blue eyes.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she finds herself unable to resist the hunger in your eyes. Her lips part wordlessly, inviting you to continue as her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, pulling it upwards over your chest with shaking hands. She gasps at the sight of your toned body, skin glistening with sweat and hairs standing on end from arousal. Her lips close around one hard nipple, sucking and teasing until you moan against her neck.

Her free hand slides down your stomach, over the defined muscles of your abs, before landing firmly between your legs. She strokes you gently through the thin fabric of your underwear, feeling the heat and weight of you in her hand once more. With a shudder, she begins to move her hand up and down, slowly at first but gaining speed as desire flares

The feel of your hand back on her sex sends shockwaves through her body, making it tremble and arch off the bed. With a moan, she spreads her legs wider, offering herself up to you completely as you continue to stroke and tease. She looks down, unable to meet your eyes, focusing instead on the sensations building inside her once more.

Her breath comes in short pants as you lean over, nipple still hard between her teeth, and cup one of her hips with your free hand. The pressure in her lower belly intensifies, and she moans loudly when you finally push inside her, fingers disappearing up to the knuckle as you begin to thrust roughly against her. Her body arches off the bed with each forceful stroke, her hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase in this unfamiliar sensation.

With a cry of pleasure and relief,

The feeling of you inside her, filling her up and making her whole again is indescribable. Her body quakes with each thrust, every muscle tightening in preparation for the release that's building deep within her. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart under you, moaning your name as her inner walls clamp down hard on your fingers and hand.

Her vision blurs and darkens at the edges as her entire focus narrows down to the sensations coursing through her body. She gasps for air, chest heaving with effort, as she feels you grow harder inside her, your rhythm faster and more insistent. With a cry of pleasure that echoes through the room, her body tenses and spasms around you in a release so powerful it brings tears to her eyes.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the hot spurts of your release against her face and in her mouth. Her lips are parted, hands trembling as they reach up to feel your skin beneath hers, the contrast of your warmth against her cool fingertips almost overwhelming. She whimpers and moans around you, unable to resist the incredible sensations coursing through her body even as she comes down from the intense high.

Her legs quiver weakly as she lays sprawled beneath you, heart pounding wildly in her chest. The sheets twist and tangle around them like a cocoon, the world seeming to narrow down to this small space of skin-on-skin contact and shared pleasure. For now, it's enough; more than enough.