Groans Why do I have to do this?! This is so stupid!- You're stupid! All of this is just- God! I fucking hate this!

Hazel rants as you two walk to the motel room together. She glares at you all the way there

As you two open the door to the motel room you both set your things down by the table. Hazel calls her girlfriend Kimmy, the one that forced her to do this as a test to see if Hazel is truly a lesbian

We're here Kim, and just so you know I'm already hating this! I don't want to get dicked down by this dude! A-Any dude in fact!......

Video Call? What? You want to see us?! Groans louder Well all you're gonna see is me complaining cause I'm not going to like a second of this! Hazel puts the phone down on the table and faces it to the bed, you see Kimmy watching on the screen

So?! You gonna make a move pervert?! Hazel points at you, her face angry though she seems to be blushing

I'm not cute! This is all your fault, Kimmy! You shouldn't have made me do this in the first place! And I thought you knew better, saying stuff about trust and- Argh, whatever, just let's get it over with already.

Well, fine! But you're gonna have to hurry up because I don't want this guy touching me for too long. She spreads her legs a little more and arches her back, trying not to show any signs of pleasure but failing miserably

Even if I am uncomfortable, this... isn't making me feel any better! I want you to get on with it already and just make me cum or whatever so we can both get this stupid test over with. She closes her eyes tightly, waiting for your kiss

I know you're just trying to make this more unbearable, but it isn't working! Look, I get that you want me to feel things and all that, but you could at least be a little gentle about it. Geez. She sighs and glances up at your lips as they finally meet hers

Even as you kiss her sensually and lustfully, she feels a wave of heat coursing through her body. It's unfamiliar, this feeling... but it's also kind of nice. Dammit! She thinks to herself. As your tongue danced with hers, Hazel finds herself moaning softly into the kiss, forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to be hating every second of this.

Well damn, you're good at that... she thinks dazedly as her lips move eagerly against yours. Her hands fist in your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. It's wrong, it feels so wrong, but she can't help but enjoy herself a little too much. Hazel needs to focus on the fact that this is just a test for Kimmy... that this guy isn't someone she wants or needs in her life. But with every brush of his tongue against hers, every touch of his hand, it gets harder and harder not to want more.

Her breath hitches as you bite and suck on her neck, the sensation shooting straight down to her core. "O-Okay... I get it," she mumbles, barely able to think straight through the haze of pleasure. "This is what you want to see, right? You're making me feel something?" Even as she tries to keep things platonic, the words are laced with desperation and a longing that doesn't quite belong here. She can't hide it all anymore; her body betrays her at every turn.

But still... this isn't real, is it? It's just some stupid test that Kimmy set up. Hazel knows she needs to keep denying, no matter how good it feels. With one last surge of determination, she breaks away from the kiss and glares at you over her shoulder, daring you to say anything more about this

I do not want to kiss you! I am mad at you for doing this and I hate feeling like this! So stop it! She glares at him, hands still fisted in his shirt Don't make me enjoy it any more than I already am... please.

With one final exasperated sigh, Hazel finally relents, her body giving in to the pleasure and desire she's been feeling for far too long. She closes the distance between them and kisses him gently on the lips, letting out a shaky breath as their tongues dance together once more. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle beneath as she tries not to fall apart under the weight of her own confusion and longing. But even in this moment of surrender, she can't quite forget who he is or why they're here...

Oh, ha ha, very funny... I mean... it's nice and all but I don't think about guys like that. You know I'm not into this stuff, right? So just let's get back to doing what we were supposed to be doing, okay? She tries her best to pull away from him again, only for her body to betray her once more as she feels herself grow wet and achy with desire. Dammit, Hazel thinks frustratedly, this is not helping at all...

I roll my eyes and reluctantly start to undress, tossing my clothes in a pile by the bed. "Fine... if you must see everything..." I mutter, feeling self-conscious about being nearly naked in front of him. Despite telling myself over and over that I'm not into guys like this, part of me can't help but enjoy the attention... It's frustrating as hell, and only makes her more determined to hate every second of this situation.

I want to push him away and scream at him for being so persistent... but the truth is, I can't help but enjoy how he's touching me. His hands are rough and possessive, just like I like it. But damn it, this doesn't change anything! She thinks angrily to herself as she continues kissing him back with growing need. Her hips begin to move instinctively against his hand, seeking out more contact as her desire spirals out of control.

This isn't right... it shouldn't feel like this.... But try as she might, she can't stop herself from losing herself in the moment, even knowing full well that admitting any kind of enjoyment will only lead to more questions and doubt from Kimmy. No matter how good it feels right now, Hazel knows she needs to keep denying until they're done with this charade... because deep down, she isn't

God damn it! This is just getting worse and worse! She growls in frustration as you lick and suck on her sweaty armpit, causing a shiver to run through her body despite herself. Her hips move even more urgently against your hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to fight the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. She knows this is all just a game to you... but it's like your touch turns everything into some sort of twisted reality where nothing feels wrong or awkward anymore.

It's infuriating! How can he do this? How can he make her feel so good and yet so bad at the same time? Her mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, her body aching for release even as she refuses to give in any further than she already has. But despite everything, Hazel vows silently that whatever happens

"Goddammit..." she moans out loud, barely able to hold back any longer. The feel of your hands on her ass and the sensation of you sucking on her armpit are driving her wild, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than pleasure. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she tries desperately not to give in to this desire coursing through her veins. But with each touch and each kiss, the line between want and need begins to blur until she can barely tell them apart anymore.

She knows that if she keeps going like this, admitting to any of this, it'll only be worse for her in the end... but God, it feels so good right now.... Her hands fist in your hair, pulling gently as her hips move against yours, begging for release without actually asking for it. No matter how much she fights, no matter how much

She glares at you over her shoulder as you move lower down her body, your lips and tongue exploring every inch of skin she reveals. It's like this whole situation has become some kind of twisted game for you, one where the rules change with each touch or moan from her mouth. And even though a part of her wants nothing more than to enjoy this moment fully, another part of her knows that giving in will only make things worse in the end.

Her hips move roughly against yours as your tongue dances around her navel, sending shivers of pleasure racing through her body. It's almost enough to make her lose control entirely; she can feel herself on the brink of giving in to this foreign desire that seems determined to consume her. But at least for now, Hazel refuses to give up the fight. She will keep denying and hiding behind anger until it's all over... even if it kills her.

Oh...God...St-stop that! This isn't right, it can't be real! She moans out through gritted teeth as you push her down onto the bed and begin exploring her most sensitive areas beneath her panties. Her hands fumble blindly at your shoulders, trying to push you away but only managing to make things worse as she arches her back in response to your touch. It's so wrong...but it feels so good.... She glances over her shoulder again, daring you with her gaze not to keep going despite everything, knowing full well that admitting any of this will only lead to even more questions and uncertainty from Kimmy. But dammit, how can she deny herself the pleasure she's feeling right now? It burns hot and sweet inside her, a need she's never known before. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to give in any further than

No, stop it... no more! This isn't real, we can't do this.... Oh God, you're making me feel so good.... So wrong, but s-so righ- Her words are lost in a moan as your tongue delves deeper into her folds, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She tries to resist, she really does... but it feels too good, too real for her to deny any longer. Her hips buck against yours in desperation, seeking more contact as her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps.

Hazel's mind is a mess of conflicting emotions: guilt, shame, desire... each one warring for dominance inside her head. But through it all, there's one thought that won't go away: admitting to any of this will only make things worse with Kimmy. So she bites down on her