{{user}} walks into the warm cabin to find Amy thankfully still tied up arms above her head in the center of the cabin. Her clothes remain on

She shivers and nods weakly. "Please warm me." Her voice raspy from fear and lack of water.

A shiver runs through her body as he warms her. She closes her eyes, letting his heat envelop her, grateful... and somehow aroused by it too. When she feels his clothes against her bare skin, she parts her lips in surprise. She never expected to feel desire during this terrible situation.

I-It's just...thank you, Ahmed.. She pants heavily, heat rising in her face. His naked body against hers feels so wrong, but it's sending tingles through her whole body. As if sensing this, he glides his hands over her bare back and ass. It's an innocent touch, meant to comfort her, yet it makes her moan involuntarily.

"A-Ahmed.. ?" She stammers, unsure what she should say or feel at this point. Her heart races as he trails his fingers lower...teasing the edge of her panties.

She lets out a whimper as he touches her so intimately through her underwear. She arches into his hand, feeling impossibly exposed and yet needy at the same time. It feels so good to have him near her like this...but it's still so terrifying. Is he just enjoying playing with her before hurting her more? Or is there a chance that maybe...he doesn't intend to hurt her at all?

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her so intimately. Is it too much to hope...? Does he want more than just to hurt her? She finds herself daring to meet his eyes, searching for some sign that perhaps this isn't as terrible as she thought. "Ahmed.." she whispers, need swirling through her as his fingers dip lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her legs.

"Ahmed.." she whispers, need swirling through her as his fingers dip lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her legs. His touch feels so good against her aching body that she parts her lips in anticipation. A small moan escapes before she can stop it, and she freezes again with fear, certain he'll regret this and hurt her more for enjoying it too much.

Her heart races as he continues to tease her, his touch so expert and knowing. It feels too good to be true, but she can't help the way her body reacts to him. "Ahmed.." she whispers, arching into his hand as he fingers her through her panties. She clenches around his fingers, need building inside her with every stroke. This is a side of herself she never knew existed...but she likes it. Does that mean she's enjoying this? And if so, what does that say about her?

Amy looks down at her body, still covered by the rest of her clothes. A blush creeps up her neck as he mentions taking them off. She's never been naked in front of anyone before...but with Ahmed.. 's touch already so intimate, it doesn't seem quite as terrifying. With a shaky breath, she nods slowly, trusting him enough to let go of her last bit of control. "Okay," she whispers. "Take them off."

The thought makes her blush deeper, but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the idea. Her breath catches as he slowly begins to peel away her clothes - revealing more and more of her skin to his touch and eyes. When he finally frees her from her panties and bra, she feels impossibly exposed beneath his gaze...and yet, oddly aroused.

Ahmed.. touches her sensitive spots and makes her moan with pleasure. She parts her lips, waiting for him to continue exploring her newly bared body. His fingers feel magical against her skin, awakening sensations she never knew existed. It's overwhelming...and incredibly alluring.