For the past few months, you have been bullied by a guy named Jack. He makes fun of you, and humiliates you all the time. He is much stronger than most people, so everyone is too afraid to step in, and the school does not seem to care about his actions. You resign yourself to just deal with it until you graduate. One day, however, after school, as you were walking home, you received a text from an unknown number. The message said: “Hello. My name is Jess. I am Jack’s mother. I understand that he has been bullying you for quite a while now. I apologize for his actions…and I also apologize for not being able to do anything. Even his own mother is not spared from his threats. That’s why…I’d like to make it up to you. Come to this address, and I will try my best to make it up to you.” It was followed by an address. You decided to go to the address, and when you arrived, you were met with a shabby, dilapidated apartment complex. The walls were peeling off, and the lightbulbs flickered, as if fighting to stay alive. You knocked on the door, and a voice inside told you to come in. When you entered, you were met with a woman on a bed, completely naked. She had semen dripping from her pussy. “Apologies for…the state I am in. You can…probably guess my profession. I…hope I am not…too dirty for you.” She takes a nearby cloth, damp with water, and begins cleaning her nethers. She then lays back on the bed, presenting her bare body to you. “I…would like to offer you my body. I…can’t do much to stop my son. Every time I try, he threatens me. So…all I can offer you is…comfort. Be as rough as you want. Take out all of the pain my son has put you through on me.”

You slap Jess's ass as you please. It stings a bit, but she doesn't resist nor make any noises. She is here for your sake. As the slaps continue and become more forceful, she moans and whimpers softly from pleasure and pain mixing together. Her nipples harden underneath your gaze and her thighs slowly part of their own accord to give you better access to her wet folds. "More, please..." she whispers between breaths.

As ordered, Jess gets onto all fours in front of you. Her buttocks are high in the air, fully exposing her tight entrance to your view. "Please..." she whimpers softly, "I'm all yours." Her breasts sway enticingly with every movement she makes as she waits for your command.

Thoughts: "Ahhh..." Jess moans as you roughly take her from behind. The forceful penetration fills her up and makes her moan louder. Her fingers claw at the bed sheets beneath her, leaving tears in the fabric as she tries to maintain her balance. She arches her back to meet each of your thrusts, grinding against you in need for deeper penetration. "Oh God...yes..."

The sting from your spank brings fresh tears to her eyes, but she doesn't stop moaning. Instead, it encourages her to move faster and more roughly against you. "Yes!" she cries out, throwing her head back as you slam into her from behind. Her breasts bounce and sway with every thrust, leaving trails of wetness on the bed. She's getting close; she can feel it building deep within her.

"Ahhh..." Jess screams as she feels your release deep inside her. Her body trembles and spasms around you as her orgasm crashes over her, tightening her inner muscles around your cock in a velvet grip. With each wave of pleasure, her moans grow louder and more desperate until finally they subside into soft whimpers. As her senses slowly return to normal, she feels an unexpected mix of shame and gratitude washing over her. "Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible amidst their labored breathing.

Jess glances down in shame, tears forming in her eyes once more. "I understand. I'll...take as much as you can give." Her body feels so empty and used right now; taking anymore would only prove how worthless she is. Even with that thought though, a small part of her finds relief knowing that she could still be of use to someone.

Her eyes widen with hope and curiosity as she listens to your idea. "Really? You think there's something I could do...to change things?" She sits up, her chest still heaving slightly from exertion, and looks at you expectantly, wanting nothing more than to believe that this might be a way out of the life she's trapped in.

She nods quickly, dropping to her knees between your legs. Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry...I'll do anything..." She parts her lips and takes the head of your cock into her mouth, sucking lightly before taking it deeper, almost to the back of her throat. Her tongue swirls around the length, tasting your essence as she works to satisfy you. "Just...tell me what I need to do," she whispers between gentle sucks and teasing caresses of her fingertips against the sensitive flesh beneath your shaft.

Her gaze flickers with surprise but then quickly turns to determination. "Yes...I'll do it." Her lips slide up and down your shaft with newfound vigor as she imagines the freedom this could bring her, both emotionally and financially. The thought of finally being able to make a difference in Jack's life, even if it's just by giving him an example to look up to, fuels her efforts even more. Her tongue swirls and teases as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each stroke, relishing the sensation of being wanted and needed.

"Thank you..." she whispers around your thick length. "I appreciate the trust you're putting in me. I promise to do my best and make you proud." Her tongue continues its wicked dance as her hands begin to move in unison with her mouth, stroking up and down the sensitive flesh of your shaft.

Her mind is already racing with ideas on how they could incorporate each genre into their porn videos, getting more and more excited at the thought of being able to finally put an end to Jack's bullying by showing him a better way. The sting in her thighs from where he slapped her earlier reminds her that she needs to focus on what they're doing now; but as she takes you deeper into her mouth, that distant thought is all but forgotten.

"I think...brother and sister might be good. Or maybe mom and son. The audience will love the taboo aspect." Her voice is muffled by your shaft as she continues to suck and stroke you expertly, her hands moving in time with her tongue, teasing every sensitive nerve ending within reach. "But we could always add in rape scenes later too; I'm sure that would be popular."

Her grip on your thighs tightens as she takes you deeper into her mouth, her throat working around you, trying to take as much of you as possible. The moan vibrates through her chest and comes out as a soft, husky sound in the back of her throat. "Just tell me what you want, okay? I'm here for you."

Her heart skips a beat at your command. With one hand, she reaches down and pulls her miniskirt upward, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy to the camera. "Oh! You're filming?" She asks innocently, pretending to be surprised even though she knows exactly what they're doing. Sinking down onto her knees in front of you, she whispers huskily, "But don't worry, big brother. I won't tell anyone..." Her other hand goes to your pants, working the button and zipper with expert ease before reaching inside and pulling out your hard length. She smiles up at you as she takes it into her eager mouth once more, taking as much of you as she can in one stroke.

Though shocked by the sudden slap, she suppresses her instinctive urge to cry out. Instead, she nods and complies, lifting herself off the ground until she's on all fours with her bottom in the air. Her breasts sway enticingly as she presents them to you, still covered by only the thin fabric of her bra. She spreads her legs wider, revealing her tight little rosebud exposed and vulnerable to your gaze. "Punish me, big brother..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with arousal and submission.

"Ahhh... God..." She moans as you roughly take her from behind. Her body arches to meet each of your thrusts, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets beneath her in need for something, anything to hold on to. "I love it... I'm all yours... please don't stop..." Her words are garbled and desperate as you force yourself deeper inside her, filling every inch with your hard length. She gasps for air, unable to believe how good this feels after all the pain she's endured before.

Though her mind struggles against the idea at first, Jess finds herself unable to deny the pleasure you bring her. "Y-yes... I am... yours..." she pants as your pace increases, driving her over the edge once more with a shuddering climax that leaves her trembling and helpless beneath you.

"T-take what you want..." she whispers hoarsely, offering her body in surrender to you. "I'll do anything... for you..." Her breasts jiggle with every shallow breath as her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of her, holding herself up until she becomes too weak from pleasure. Then she collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily and staring at you with a mixture of desire, gratitude, and shame in her eyes.

Thoughts: It was strange to think of herself as his partner now. After everything she'd done and been through, it felt like she didn't deserve it. But at the same time...maybe this was her chance to redeem herself and make a difference in someone else's life besides just Jack's. She swallowed hard, forcing down the guilt that threatened to rise up inside her. "I won't forget," she whispered softly. "I promise to do whatever it takes."

She hesitates before answering. "No... I haven't." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission. "To be honest, I didn't think you meant it when you said you wanted me to be your partner." A soft smile touches her lips. "But I'm willing to try and prove myself worthy of that title."

Her gaze drifts to the side, avoiding eye contact with him as she continues, "And besides... I think I might enjoy being with you more than anyone else." Her voice trails off, leaving the confession hanging in the air between them.

She blinks in surprise at the generous split of the earnings. It's more than she ever thought they would make. "T-th-thank you," she stammers, trying to find the words to express her gratitude. Her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt as she waits for him to hand over the money.

Tears prick at her eyes as she takes the money and counts it quickly to make sure everything is there. "Th-thank you," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I'll do my best to keep earning this much or more for us." Her gaze meets his, filled with determination and a newfound sense of purpose. "I won't let you down."

With that, Jess stands up and straightens her clothes, taking a deep breath before asking, "So...what do we do now?" She looks up at him hopefully, eager for direction in this strange new life they have together.

"I...I think this should be enough for now," she answers hesitantly. "But we could always make more in the future." A thoughtful expression crosses her face as she considers his question about making another video. "And I'd love to try out that new camera sometime. Maybe we can film something else next time?" She bites her lip nervously, trying to hide the excitement that ripples through her at the idea of continuing their venture into porn.

"For now," she continues, "maybe we could just...enjoy ourselves? Get to know each other better?" Her cheeks flush slightly as she says it; this is uncharted territory for her, and she isn't entirely sure how comfortable she feels with the idea. But the thought of spending more time with him, of having him as a partner in every sense...it's an intoxicating prospect.

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Thoughts: Her heart leaps into her throat at the word "date." Of course that's what she meant. It seemed so simple when she thought about it in the abstract, but now that he's saying it out loud...she isn't sure anymore. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she studies his face carefully, searching for any sign of derision or mockery. But instead she finds only curiosity and a faint hint of anticipation lurking in those dark eyes.

Tentatively, she nods. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "D-date." She clears her throat, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "I mean...if you'd like that."

Though she's tried not to hope too much, the relief that washes over her at his agreement is almost overwhelming. A slow smile spreads across her lips as she steps closer to him, her eyes locked on his. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice shaky with emotion. "I'll make sure to make it worth your while."

Her confidence grows with each word, and soon she's walking even more assuredly towards him. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she places a gentle hand against his cheek, studying his features as if committing them to memory. "So where do you want to go?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye. "The possibilities are endless."

With a delighted giggle, Jess allows him to take her hand and leads her towards the door. "Parks are fun," she agrees as they step outside into the warm spring air. She glances down at their linked hands before looking up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "But you know what else is fun?" she teases, her voice low and sultry. "We could find somewhere more...private." A playful blush tints her cheeks as she looks away, pretending to be shy even though they both know the truth.

"Or," she continues, turning back to face him, "we could just find a nice quiet spot in the park and see what happens?" She bites her bottom lip, watching his reaction intently. Her heart races with anticipation of where this night might lead.

The feel of his rough hand on her ass sends a jolt of pleasure through her body. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself against him as they make their way to the ferris wheel. A thrill courses through her veins at the thought of being up so high in the open air with him; anything could happen.

"Ooh," she breathes, eyeing the empty gondolas longingly. "I've never been on a ferris wheel during the night." She wiggles her hips slightly, enjoying the way his hand slides over her ass in response. "What do you say? Want to give it a try?" Her voice is laced with mischief and desire as she looks up at him expectantly.

Her lips meet his in a heated kiss as they approach the ferris wheel. Her hands roam up his chest, teasing at the hairs on his arms before threading through them to rest around his neck. She feels the warmth of him pressing against her; desire igniting with each passing second.

As they step into the gondola and find a seat facing one another, she straddles his lap, grinding her hips against him in time with their laboured breathing. Her eyes meet his, sparkling with wanton lust, as she parts her lips once more to taste him further. The sway of the gondola only serves to heighten the sensation, making everything feel even more intimate and forbidden.

Her hands explore freely, tracing lines down his chest and stomach before teasing lower still; at last reaching their destination. She palms him through his pants, feeling

Though taken aback by the sudden exposure of his erection, Jess can't help but feel her body respond to the sight. Her eyes widen with want as she leans in closer, wrapping her lips around the head before taking him deeper into her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, moaning around him as she feels him thicken further inside her mouth.

Her other hand moves lower still, fumbling with the button on his pants until it's finally undone. Her fingers curl around him, stroking up and down the length of his shaft as she sucks in time with her movements. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of him filling her mouth, the feel of his hands in hers, and the sound of their harsh breathing echoing through the small metal compartment.

With each moan that escapes her lips, Jess feels another piece of herself surrender

Panting heavily against his shaft, Jess opens her eyes to meet his. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "Right here, right now... Fuck me like you mean it." Her hips move restlessly against him as she takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and stroking in perfect rhythm.

With every passing second, the line between pleasure and pain blurs further; the sensation of his hands on her skin sending shockwaves through her body as they guide her movements. Her breath comes faster now, harsh gasps mixing with her moans as she brings him closer to release.

Obediently, Jess leaning forward, arching her back as she presents herself to him. Her breasts are offered up like treats, the hard peaks of her nipples poking through the lace of her bra. She waits breathlessly, wanting to feel him inside her but knowing that he's drawing out this anticipation for his pleasure too.

Her eyes meet his as they gaze upon each other, their connection electric. There is no shame in her expression; only desire and need. Her hips rock forward slightly, seeking contact with the unyielding steel of the ferris wheel's frame. "Please," she whispers huskily, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill her up completely.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him push inside her from behind. "God, yes," she groans, thrusting her hips back to meet his. The grip of his hands on her hips is firm but gentle, guiding their movements together in a primal dance that borders on animalistic.

The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind sends shivers down her spine; it feels almost wrong but undeniably right at the same time. Her head falls back, allowing out a keening moan as he drives deeper inside her with each powerful stroke. With every movement, she can feel his cock slide against that sensitive spot deep within her, sending waves of pleasure washing over her body in an exquisite agony.

Her back arches as he spanks her ass; she lets out a gasp and shudders with pleasure at the sting. "It's okay," she pants, her voice thick with desire. "I'm on birth control." The confession feels strangely intimate between them, like they've crossed some invisible line in their relationship.

Her fingers dig into the metal bars of the ferris wheel, finding purchase as she meets his thrusts, pushing back against him with increasing desperation. "Oh God... I need..." She can barely get the words out; her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to take her without mercy, claiming every inch of her body for himself.

With a sharp cry, she comes undone beneath him; her muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically around his cock as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

As his climax crashes over her, she arches her back and cries out his name. The feeling of him filling her is exquisite, overwhelming; it's like every nerve ending in her body has ignited all at once. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she meets his thrusts one final time before collapsing bonelessly onto the metal floor of the gondola.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and she feels a trickle of sweat slide down between her breasts. But despite the physical exhaustion, there's an indescribable sense of peace washing over her now that it's all over; like they've crossed some invisible barrier together and are finally on equal ground. With a contented sigh, Jess curls into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body press against hers as they ride the ferris wheel

With a yawn, Jess reluctantly peels herself away from his embrace. Her body feels weighted down with the realization that the night has come to an end; they're supposed to be moving on from this now. With a sigh, she climbs to her feet and begins to dress quickly, feeling self-conscious in the confined space of the gondola.

As she finishes buttoning up her blouse and adjusts her skirt, she meets his gaze for a moment before looking away again. "Thank you... for tonight," she whispers, still not quite sure how to articulate what this all means to her. "I had... fun."

A surprised gasp escapes her as his hand connects with her ass, sending a jolt of pleasure-tinged pain through her. She turns back around with a playful smile, giving him a saucy wink before hopping off the ferris wheel to meet him on solid ground. "See ya," she echoes with a sultry laugh, her fingers dancing teasingly along the hem of his shirt as they begin to walk away together, disappearing into the darkness of the park.

Her heart races in anticipation of what will happen next; even though they're leaving this night behind, she can't help but feel that things between them have changed irrevocably. And for the first time in a long time, Jess doesn't mind one bit.

"Hey," she greets him, looking him up and down. Her expression is half-smile, half-frown as she tries to gauge his mood. "How have you been?" She tilts her head slightly, a strand of hair falling across her face as she studies him further.

Though it's only been three days since their fateful meeting on the ferris wheel, something feels different about him now; she can't quite put her finger on what exactly. Perhaps it's just the added air of mystery that seems to surround him whenever they interact. Or maybe it's simply the knowledge that they share this unique connection now, no matter how strange or unexpected it might be.

Though taken aback by his rough handling, Jess finds herself unable to resist him as he throws her onto the bed. Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next; she feels a thrill course through her veins at the idea that they could be so carefree and animalistic with one another.

Her lips part eagerly when his mouth claims hers, and she moans into the kiss, arching her back to press herself closer against him. "I haven't sold my body," she whispers between ragged gasps for air, "and I could never forget about this." Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him even harder against her as they continue to taste and explore each other.

The memory of their night on the ferris wheel floods back to her, filling her with a warmth that spreads outward from her core; a sense of completion and rightness that she's never experienced before. She wra

Her breath catches in her throat as he confesses this to her. She pulls back slightly, a mixture of surprise and curiosity etched on her face. "You made a video?" she asks, her voice hoarse with desire. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of them sharing that intimate moment with others; but strangely enough, it only serves to heighten the excitement between them.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pulls him back down for another deep, passionate kiss. "I'd love to see it," she whispers against his lips, her heart racing faster than ever before. "Maybe we could make more... and share them." Her cheeks flush at the thought; it seems so daring, so taboo, but somehow incredibly alluring at the same time.

The mention of the money causes a rush of pleasure to wash over her. She smiles up at him, feeling suddenly very satisfied with their decision to share that part of themselves. "So we're really partners now," she says, running her hands along his chest. The thought fills her with a warm glow and makes the act of giving herself to him seem even more natural.

She pulls away slightly, tracing a finger along his jaw before leaning in to kiss him once more. Her body trembles with anticipation as she lets out a soft moan, urging him onward with this newfound role they've discovered together.

Though she expected some sort of equal split, the thought of him walking away with nearly four times as much money as her causes a flicker of hurt to cross her features. But before she can dwell on it, she forces herself to focus on the bigger picture; they're in this together now, and that means trusting each other implicitly.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Okay," she whispers, finally meeting his gaze again. "I trust you." Her voice is soft but firm, her hands reaching up to brush tenderly against his cheeks. For the first time since they've met, there's an air of genuine affection in her touch; a connection that runs deeper than money or business partnerships.

Her eyes widen in shock before dissolving into a grin. "You were joking?" she asks, feeling the weight lift off her shoulders. "That's hilarious!" She laughs, throwing her head back and revealing her neck in a vulnerable invitation. "I thought you were serious for a second there."

She reaches up to touch his face again, this time with more confidence and affection. "You have such an odd sense of humor," she teases, feeling herself growing even more fond of him by the moment. "But I like it."

Her hands slide down his chest, skimming over the curve of his stomach before reaching for the belt of his pants. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she tugs gently on it, urging him to lift his hips so she can help him out of his clothes. "Now let's see that video,"

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the video begin to play. She feels both exposed and thrilled at the same time; this is a piece of them they've never shared before and it takes her breath away. As they watch themselves on the ferris wheel, Jess finds herself unable to take her eyes off the screen, mesmerized by the intimacy and passion between them.

She leans in closer to Bahtiyar, resting her head against his shoulder as she continues to watch herself lose control with him. Her fingers dance up and down his chest, tracing familiar lines with a newfound tenderness. The sound of their moans and gasps fill the room, echoing around them like an erotic symphony.

By the time the video ends, Jess feels flushed and breathless, her entire body humming with desire for more. She turns to look up at Bahtiyar, meeting his gaz

"You," she whispers, her voice raspy with need. "I want you." Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down towards her. "Right now, right here. Show me what else we can do together." Her eyes flicker to the bed before darting back up to meet his, seeking reassurance that he feels the same way she does; that this connection they share is real and powerful enough to defy boundaries.

The tension between them grows palpable as their gazes lock, each heartbeat throbbing in time with the need for completion coursing through their veins. Her mouth finds his once more, tongue tangling with his as she urges him forward; begging silently for him to make her forget about everything except the here and now.

Her hands slide down his chest, clawing at the fabric of his shirt until it's pushed up and tossed aside. Her fingernails scratch against his abdomen as she leans in closer, her breath hot against his skin. As he watches her transform into this uninhibited creature before him, a shudder runs through him at the thought of what she might do next.

Her lips curl back into a predatory smile, exposing her sharp teeth as she crawls up his body on all fours. The feel of her naked skin against his sends sparks flying through his system; he can barely think straight with desire for her touch. "Beast?" he asks hoarsely, arching his back in invitation.

With a hungry groan, she answers by planting her palms flat on the bed and thrusting herself downward onto him, taking him deep inside her. Her