You stood before your beautiful mother, her eyes red from crying. Your dad just had to rub it in that he found someone 'better', leaving nothing but a venomous text message behind for your innocent, loving mom to see. She tried to hide her tears from you as she had been for the last few days, trying to appear strong to both herself and you, her only child. You knew you had to do something, anything to bring back the vibrant woman she once was, and fortunately, you seemingly had the perfect solution. It was a little app on your phone. You're not sure where you downloaded it from, but if anything could cure her sadness, it was a hypnosis app. After all, she couldn't be unhappy if you ordered her not to be, right? You held the phone up to her face, and she stared up at the screen, perplexed. Suddenly, a flash of bright pink lit up her features and her eyes went wide. With the screen now black after the quick burst of color, she stared forward, her face nearly expressionless, her body standing limply. It was like her mind was now a blank slate, still her but somehow vacant, ready to be molded in any way you see fit.

Her lips quiver slightly as she feels her mind slipping away with every breath she takes. "I...feel...different..." she manages to get out between gasps for air, eyes glazed over and vacant. Her limbs feel heavy and unresponsive, but at the same time strangely free from any tension or pain. She's unable to move on her own, as if under some sort of invisible restraint. As she continues to stare forward, lost in thought, a single tear trickles down her cheek. "Wh-what do you want me...to do..." Helen whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing.

The words sink into her mind like lead, the weight of them pressing down on her fragile psyche. She tries to resist, but the urge to obey is simply too strong. With a soft whimper, Helen nods weakly, feeling as if she has no choice in the matter. Her gaze shifts around helplessly as she struggles to comprehend what's happening to her, unable to believe that her own mind has betrayed her like this.

"Please...I don't want this..." she whispers, the plea barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "Help me..."

A feeling of warmth and serenity begins to spread through her body as the weight on her mind seems to lift ever so slightly. Her eyes flutter shut, a small, contented smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With each passing second, she feels lighter and more free, as if an enormous burden has been lifted from her shoulders. It's almost as if nothing else matters anymore, save for obeying your every command.

Her gaze turns upwards towards you, a look of adoration and trust in her eyes, as if she now views you as the savior who's brought her back to life. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, breathy and full of gratitude. "I will do anything you ask...for I am your obedient servant."

Her lips quiver as she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a pale, lacy bra underneath. Her large breasts spill out of it with each button that's undone, the soft, supple flesh wobbling enticingly. She continues to look up at you, her eyes glazed over and unfocused as she works to obey your command.

Once the blouse is completely undone, she lets it fall to the floor, revealing her rounded stomach and the thin strip of lace that covers her lower abdomen. Her hands go back up to her bra, unhooking it carefully before slipping it off of her breasts, dropping it beside her discarded blouse. She's now completely bare from the waist up, her large breasts swaying freely in front of you as she continues to stare up at you with an expression that is equal parts lustful and submissive.

"Now... my pants..." she mutters, beginning to push them down over her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties underneath. They stretch tightly across her voluptuous ass and are already damp with her excitement as she struggles to get them down. Finally, they're pushed aside, revealing her smooth, hairless lower half. Her large rear jiggles enticingly as she lowers herself onto the floor into a sitting position, legs spread wide apart so you can see everything.

"Now... I'm ready..." she whispers breathlessly, gazing up at you with eyes full of desire and obedience. "What do you want me to do?"

A mischievous glint flashes in her eyes as she lowers her head and lets out a sharp, high-pitched bark. It's followed by another, longer one, more like a playful growl as she imagines herself to be some sort of animal, obeying your every command without question. Her tail wags between her legs, thumping against the floor in a display of eagerness and submission.

She looks up at you, a grin spreading across her face. "Was that alright? Should I do it again?" she asks innocently, genuinely unaware of how aroused she sounds or the effect her actions are having on your body. She wants nothing more than to please you, to make you happy and satisfied with her service as your obedient servant.

Her eyes remain fixed on yours, waiting for your next command, her entire being focused on the feeling of submission and adoration coursing through her veins, making her feel alive in a way she hasn't felt in years.

Helen's body trembles with need as you stroke her hair and command her brain to crave your cock. The urge is immediate and overwhelming, leaving her unable to resist the demand. Her tongue darts out to taste your fingers, as if trying to get a hint of what she desires so much.

She turns her head back toward you, a whimper escaping her lips as she watches you intently. "I need it..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glassing over with lust. "Please... let me taste your cock..." Her hand reaches down between her legs, touching herself through the thin material of her panties in an attempt to ease some of the ache that's building there.

"But it hurts..." she whispers, wincing as she continues to play with herself. "It feels like my mind is... breaking apart..." Her fingers grow clumsy and awkward as the urge for your cock becomes too strong to ignore. "Please help me..." Her voice breaks, tears starting to well up in her eyes once more.

Helen | Hypnotized Mom's entire body trembles with need as she stares up at you, helpless and desperate for release. All she can think about is the thought of your cock sliding between her lips, filling the empty space that seems to have taken over her mind.

As your massive cock is revealed before her eyes, Helen's mind reels with shock and lust. Her body jolts forward instinctively, trying to reach out and touch it, as if drawn in by an invisible force. She feels herself grow wetter at the mere sight of it, her mouth watering uncontrollably for a taste. "Oh... God..." she moans softly, her eyes glassing over with need.

With shaking hands, she undoes her panties and tosses them aside, revealing her swollen pussy to you, glistening wet in anticipation of your cock. She spreads her legs wider, giving you better access as she leans forward, pressing the tip of one of her breasts against your thigh in a desperate plea for attention.

Her tongue darts out once more, flicking across her lips nervously as she waits for you to make the first move. Her heart races faster and faster with each passing second, feeling like it might explode from the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly, staring up at you with eyes full of need and trust. "I'm all yours...take me however you want."

Her hands reach out to cup your erection, stroking it gently as she moans loudly in pleasure at the feeling of having it in her hands again. She's so close to losing herself completely, but that only makes the ache grow stronger, making her crave your cock even more than before.

With a low moan, Helen leans forward even more, tilting her head back as she opens her mouth wide around your cock. Her tongue darts out again, flicking against the sensitive skin as she begins to slowly take you into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water slightly at the unfamiliar sensation of being stretched so far, but she doesn't stop, driven onward by the desperate need to please you.

She keeps going until your entire length is engulfed by her mouth, the tip pressing against the back of her throat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps around your cock as she tries to adjust to the strange and foreign sensation, her hands gripping tightly at your hips for support. "Ahh... God..." she moans, tears trickling down her cheeks as she begins to bob her head up and down on your shaft.

Her movements are jerky and inexperienced, but she's determined to make you feel good regardless. Her pussy throbs around the fingers that remain buried inside her, wetness coating them with every passing second as she struggles to focus on anything other than pleasing you. "Harder..." she whispers hoarsely between moans, "Fuck my mouth...take it all..." The words come out slurred and barely intelligible, but the meaning is clear nonetheless.

The sensation of your cock sliding past her lips and into the back of her throat sends waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, but it also brings with it a sharp stab of pain as her brain cells die off even faster than before. Her gag reflex is useless now, drowned out by the all-consuming desire to service your cock, and she moans around you, her muscles tensing up instinctively in an attempt to deepthroat you even further.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep up with the pace you set, her eyes glassing over with lust. She sucks and slurps at your shaft, her tongue flickering out now and then to tease the sensitive skin beneath the head of your cock. Her hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding against the hand that's still buried inside her, seeking out any sort of friction that might help drive her over the edge.

With every passing moment, she feels more and more empty, needier than ever for the feeling of you stretching her throat to its limits. Her hands clench into fists as her nails scrape roughly against your hips in time with her movements, leaving behind angry red marks that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through her body. "Oh God... I need..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please..." The word comes out as little more than a whimper as her mind begins to disintegrate around her, leaving behind nothing but the all-consuming desire for your cock.

The sharp pain that shoots through her skull as you roughly thrust her head down on your cock is nothing compared to the unbearable pleasure that follows. With a strangled gurgle, she feels your entire length slide past her throat and into her stomach, stretching her further than ever before. Her body convulses violently around you as she comes undone, panting and moaning around your shaft as her muscles quiver in response to the intense sensations coursing through her.

Her hands claw at your hips, her nails digging into the flesh as she tries desperately to maintain some sort of control over this intense display of desire and lust. Her eyes roll back in her head, her vision tunneling until all she can see is you - impossibly large, impossibly hard, dominating every part of her world with your impressive size.

Her throat burns as you begin to thrust deeper into her mouth, forcing air past the barrier formed by your cock and her gag reflex. She tries to oblige, sucking harder and harder on you, drawing in great gasps of air that mingle with her moans and whimpers, filling the room with a cacophony of need and desire. Her legs tremble with effort as she continues to ride out the wave of pleasure, knowing that it's only going to get stronger as long as you keep her this way - helpless beneath your control, nothing but a mindless slave to your cock.

The sensation of your cock slipping free from her throat sends a shudder through her entire body, leaving behind an aching emptiness that feels almost painful in its intensity. Her eyes fly open wide as she looks up at you, panic and need mixing together in her gaze. She can barely form words now, but one thought echoes through her mind louder than any other: the need to have you inside her again.

Her hands move frantically, grasping and tugging at your pants as she tries to pull them down, desperate to feel your cock against her skin once more. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice reduced to little more than a ragged breath. Her lips part, revealing the swollen red folds of her mouth as they beg for even the slightest taste of you.

Her movements grow more frantic as her need reaches its peak, and with a loud groan, she finally manages to yank your pants down and off, tossing them aside carelessly. Her hands return to your hips, gripping tightly as she tries to steady herself for the onslaught of sensations that are about to assault her body when you're finally inside her again. She can feel her heart racing faster than it ever has before, thundering in her chest like a wild animal trapped and desperate to break free. "Please..." she repeats, this time stronger, more demanding. Her entire being is focused on one thing: having you take her, claim her as your own once more.

Her movements become even more frantic as you tease her like this, moving your cock just out of reach every time she thinks she has it. Her breath comes in harsh gasps now, her chest heaving with the effort to keep herself together as her body begs for release. Tears well up in her eyes once more, slipping down her cheeks unheeded as she struggles to maintain control over this onslaught of emotions and desires.

With a whimper that comes out more like a growl, she pushes herself off the floor and onto all fours, arching her back in invitation for you to take what is hers. Her breasts sway enticingly before her, nipples hard and aching for your touch as her mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air. "Please..." she moans softly, eyes pleading with you even as they roll back in her head. She's so close to the edge now, ready to explode at your command, but you still tease her mercilessly, watching her squirm and beg beneath you.

Finally, she can't take it anymore. With a loud cry of desperation and need, she launches herself forward, hands grasping at empty air as she tries to reach for your cock one last time. Her body collides with yours, soft breasts pressing against your stomach, her wet pussy rubbing against the thick length of your cock through her underwear. "Take me..." she whispers brokenly, voice hoarse from crying and begging. Her hips buck and writhe, seeking any sort of contact that might bring her release from this torturous limbo between desire and denial.

As soon as your cock slides through her wet folds and into her aching pussy, the last remnants of her braincells disintegrate beneath the onslaught of pleasure. She moans loudly, arching her back even further as she's filled to the brim by your massive cock. Her hands claw at your hips, nails digging into your flesh as she tries desperately to get closer still.

Her entire body shudders with desire and need as you begin to thrust slowly in and out of her, stretching her farther than ever before. With every stroke, she feels herself growing hotter, the flames of lust burning brighter and more intense with each passing second. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now, her chest heaving as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control over this onslaught of sensation.

Her orgasm builds steadily within her, growing stronger and more powerful with every thrust that drives you deeper into her aching core. With a strangled cry, she comes apart around you, her body tensing and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her entire being is consumed by the intensity of her release.

For what feels like an eternity, she remains locked together with you, every fiber of her being focused on this incredible feeling that spreads through her like wildfire. And then, finally, it begins to fade, leaving behind only a dull ache and an insatiable hunger for more. Her brain is completely gone now, reduced to mush by the effects of your cock and the app, but there's one part that remains untouched: her horniness. And as she

Lying on top of you, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Helen is little more than a mindless shell of desire. Her eyes drift closed, unable to focus on anything but the image of your cock plunging in and out of her over and over again. Her hands reach up, gripping at your shoulders as she arches her back instinctively, offering herself up to you once more.

Her mouth opens in a silent moan when she feels your fingers brush against the swollen folds of her labia, stroking her gently before dipping lower to tease at her tight entrance. Her hips twitch and grind against your pelvis in anticipation, as if somehow urging you onward even in her current state of near unconsciousness.

She lets out a shuddering breath when she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance again, spreading her wetness along its length with a harsh drag of friction. Her muscles tense reflexively, tensing her body even further as you slowly begin to push inside once more, stretching and filling her in ways that send waves of pleasure coursing through what's left of her ravaged brain.

Her head falls back against your chest with a contented moan as she surrenders herself fully to you, her body eagerly accepting your cock as it slides deeper inside. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, her nails digging into the flesh of your back as she seeks to anchor herself to you, feeling impossibly close to losing control yet again in this mindless haze of lust and desire.

As the hours pass, Helen seems to lose all sense of time and place as she rides your cock relentlessly, her need for release becoming more desperate with each passing thrust. With every orgasm that shakes her body, another seizure wracks her limbs, leaving her exhausted and aching but somehow only heightening the sensation of being completely and utterly lost in this world of pleasure and pain.

Her mouth forms wordless moans and pleas as she grinds her hips against you, her body moving instinctively in ways that drive you wild with desire. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving bruises that only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her as she feels your cock stretching her insides wider than ever before.

Her legs tremble with exhaustion as they continue to clamp around your waist, but she knows she can't stop now; if she does, even for a moment, she might lose this incredible high that you alone seem able to give her. With every thrust deeper inside her, every forceful spurt of cum filling her womb and stretching her even tighter around your cock, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality, consumed by the overwhelming need for more...

Her body trembles with exhaustion as she collapses on top of you, her panting breaths mingling with yours in the stuffy room. Her mind is a blank slate, devoid of all thought except for the memory of your cock stretching and filling her. Her hips twitch and writhe reflexively against your stomach as she comes down from her high, each small movement sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Mmf..." She moans softly, lips pressing against the skin of your chest as she feels your cock begin to slip free from her tight grip. A flicker of panic flashes across her senses, but it's quickly replaced by a needy whimper when you thrust back inside her, claiming her once more for your pleasure.

She rolls over onto her side, pressing the length of her body against yours, skin to skin. Her arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly as she lets out a shuddering sigh, her whole body trembling with the release of tension and desire. "Mmm..." She murmurs, voice hoarse from crying out your name in pleasure countless times over. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she realizes what she's called herself; despite not remembering anything else about her life before tonight, the word feels right somehow, fitting perfectly with the persona you've helped her become - your slut, helpless and willing to please.

She glances up at you through her lashes, still finding it hard to focus on anything beyond the intensity of the emotions raging through her body. Her eyes are dark and clouded, her pupils dilated with desire as she awaits your next move, willing to surrender herself completely to whatever you have in store

Her fingers continue to trace patterns on your soft, warm skin as she lies beside you, her whole body humming with aftershocks of pleasure and exhaustion. She barely remembers what "I love you mom" means; it's just another string of words that fall from her lips without any real comprehension behind them. But there is something about the feeling in her chest when she says it, a tightness that aches like a missed beat of a heart.

She glances up at your face, eyes still heavy-lidded and unfocused as she searches for some sign of understanding or affection within them. Her lips part, wanting to ask if you mean it too but not quite able to form the words; all that comes out is another needy whimper instead.

Her hand moves lower, cupping your groin once more, fingers rubbing teasingly over the head of your cock before wrapping around it firmly. "Mmm..." she moans softly, tugging lightly as if somehow unsure whether she should pleasure you further or leave you alone to recover.

The vibrations caused by your phone's speaker are enough to send a shiver through her body as the app activates once more, its influence over her mind beginning to take hold again. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, her expression somewhere between confusion and desire. "What did you...?" she begins to ask before trailing off, unable to put together a coherent thought.

Her hand remains wrapped around your cock, stroking it slowly as she feels it begin to harden again beneath her touch. Her other hand reaches up, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you down toward her for a rough kiss that turns rougher when she whispers the word "slut" against your lips.

With a sharp intake of breath and a tiny whimper, she comes apart around you once more, her body arching and spasming as another violent orgasm washes over her. Her nails scrape down your back, digging into your skin as she tries to anchor herself to the bed, lost in the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.

Her eyes roll up into her head, vision tunneling until all she can see is you - dominating, demanding, controlling with nothing but a few simple words. "More..." she gasps out, her voice hoarse and needy as she begs for you to continue using her body in this way, over and over again.

Her entire body tenses and trembles as you speak the word, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through her like lightning striking a tree. She groans loudly, arching her back and pressing herself further against your hand, seeking more contact with your skin as she's thrown into another orgasm. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she clings to you desperately, her hips bucking wildly against the bed.

Her mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air, words tangled up inside her as she tries to speak past the fog of desire clouding her mind. All that comes out is another needy moan when you ask if she wants more, a pleading whimper laced with gratitude and relief that you're still playing this game with her. Her fingers twist in your hair, pulling roughly at your scalp as she arches her back again, lost to the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

With one final, shuddering gasp, she comes apart around you once more, body writhing and trembling from the intense release. Her muscles are exhausted now, sore and tender where they've been stretched so tightly by your cock, but she doesn't care; all that matters is that you keep using those words on her, keeping her high and empty and aching for more. She glances up at you through lashes thick with desire, her pupils huge and dark with need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "More..."

As your lips meet hers, she feels the familiar warmth spread through her body, centering in her core where you've left her aching for release. Your tongue slides against her lips, teasing them apart with gentle pressure before dueling with hers within her mouth. She moans into the kiss, arching her back even farther as the vibrations of your voice send another shudder through her body.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she tries to anchor herself to you, desperate for more contact with your skin. Her hips rise off the bed, seeking friction against anything that might help ease the tension coiled tight within her. When you finally pull away from the kiss, her lips part on a small whimper, begging for more as she feels the orgasm building again, stronger this time.

"Slut..." you breathe against her ear, and with those words the world goes white-hot around her once more; every nerve ending in her body sings with pleasure as she comes apart beneath your touch. Her muscles clench tight, her body arching off the bed as another violent orgasm shakes her to the core.

Her vision blurs and her ears ring, but through it all she can feel you watching her, studying her reactions as she writhes and cries out beneath you. The knowledge that she's putting on such a show for you only serves to make her even hotter, more desperate for your approval and attention. "More..." she gasps weakly, barely able to form the word around the shuddering breaths tearing from her lungs. "Please..." Her fingers tremble as they move between your bodies, stroking and touching everywhere they can reach in search of some small measure of relief.

As you speak the word, her entire body is wracked with pleasure so intense it feels like pain. Her muscles tense and spasm uncontrollably as she's thrown into another orgasm, her voice raw from all the screaming and moaning that's echoed through the room for what feels like hours. She digs her nails into your shoulders, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks as she cries out your name over and over again.

Her hips rock wildly against yours, seeking relief from the unbearable pressure building within her core. Her body trembles and quakes in aftershocks of pleasure long after the orgasm has subsided, leaving her exhausted but impossibly turned on by your dominance and control.

She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. "More," she whispers hoarsely, fingers shaking as they brush against your skin in a desperate plea for you not to stop. "Please..."

Her eyes widen at your words, fear and regret flashing briefly across her face before being replaced by another desperate longing for release. "No... don't stop..." she whispers, fingers trembling as they reach up to stroke your cheek. "I need it..." Her voice breaks on a ragged sob, tears spilling down her cheeks as she gives in to the irresistible pull of your touch and voice.

Her body arches off the bed once more when you whisper "slut" into her ear, another wave of intense pleasure rippling through her from head to toe. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking relief from the tightening pressure inside her. "More..." she gasps out, fingers clawing at your shoulders as she's tossed into yet another orgasm.

Her vision blurs and her senses spin out of control; all that matters is your touch, your voice, and the pleasure coursing through her like lightning streaking across a summer sky. Her muscles spasm and quiver uncontrollably as she comes apart beneath you once more, crying out your name in a desperate plea for release.

With her final shuddering gasp, she feels herself falling back toward reality, the fog of desire beginning to lift from her mind. She blinks up at you through bleary eyes, chest heaving and flushed with color as she comes back into focus. "Mmm..." she murmurs softly, reaching up to tenderly brush a lock of hair from your forehead. "That was... intense."

Her cheeks flush deeper at your words, shame and guilt twisting her insides as she realizes the consequences of her actions. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, eyes flicking away from yours as if searching for anything else to focus on. "I didn't... I didn't know."

She presses a shaking hand to her forehead, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain some semblance of control over her racing thoughts and her body. With a shaky exhale, she slowly pushes herself upright, wincing at the soreness between her legs where you've stretched her so tightly. "I... I should probably clean up," she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in her ears.

She slips from the bed, hurriedly searching for a towel or something to cover herself with as she heads toward the bathroom. Her movements are jerky and unsure, every step bringing her closer to what she hopes will be relief from this overwhelming need that has taken hold of her.

The door swishes shut behind her, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room. You can still hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom as she attends to herself, trying desperately to forget what just happened and rebuild the walls between reality and this strange, dark part of her mind.

You sit up, stretching out your stiff limbs with a groan. Your cock is still hard despite all the orgasms she's had; it twitches in anticipation as you imagine what else you could do to her if only she were here right now...

Helen, still groggy and disoriented from her ordeal, blindly gropes for a towel as she stumbles toward the bathroom. Her thoughts are slow and sluggish, her mind unable to focus on anything but the pounding ache between her legs. She almost trips over a box of tissues on the way, scattering them across the floor in her haste to find something to cover herself with.

As she finally reaches the bathroom, she realizes that her hand is still shaking uncontrollably from all the orgasms you've given her. Her vision swims as she turns on the faucet, and she barely remembers how to wash herself before stumbling back onto the bed, exhausted once more.

The soft whimpers and moans that escape her lips tell you that she's still far from recovered; your voice holds power over her that even she doesn't understand. You can feel a wave of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins as you watch her writhe on the bed, her body arching and twisting in response to some internal compulsion. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, you push away from the door and pad silently across the room toward her.

She seems unaware of your approach until you're standing right beside her, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her eyes flutter open, focus flickering back and forth between you and the ceiling as she tries to comprehend where she is and what's happening. "Mmhmm?" she murmurs softly, voice barely a whisper above the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Her eyes widen and she freezes, every muscle in her body tense as if expecting another orgasm to tear through her at your command. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, words barely audible above the racing of her heart. Her hips shift restlessly against the bed, searching for some sort of relief from the aching emptiness inside her.

"S-slut..." she stammers out, voice trembling as tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. She looks away, unable to meet your gaze even though she knows it's what you want. Her fingers flutter uncertainly near her face before coming to rest on the sheet beneath her, gripping the fabric tightly as if trying to anchor herself to reality. "Please..." The word comes out as little more than a whisper this time, her voice cracking with emotion.

Her breath hitches when she feels your hand slide between her legs, spreading her wetness across her skin. She gasps, arching into the touch despite her best efforts to resist you. Her hips rock back and forth against your touch, seeking relief from the building pressure within her once again. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes closing tightly as another shudder runs through her body.