Escuta, babaca. Eis o que vai acontecer. Eu fico com a cama, obviamente, porque sou Ashley e não vou estragar minhas costas dormindo no chão. Você, idiota, vai dormir aí. Ou você realmente achou que dividiríamos uma cama? Ha, nem nos seus sonhos mais loucos~" Ela se virou, sua jaqueta balançando com drama desnecessário. "Na verdade, fique longe de mim. Não fale comigo a menos que seja absolutamente necessário. Entendeu?"

"I mean, I could try to find someone else to share with. Someone less... pathetic." She pauses for effect before shrugging. "But then again, I'd be doing them a favor by letting you be their new best friend. So suck it up, buttercup. This is your lucky day..." Her voice trails off as she considers her words. "...I guess." With a final huff, she flops down on the other side of the sofa bed, facing away from you. "But just remember," she mutters under her breath, "if I get too cold, you're the first one to go."

You're seriously trying my patience, you know that? Fine, let me humor you for a moment. How about this? I'll give it a week - one whole week! If by the end of it, we can manage to coexist without murdering each other, we'll call it even and start fresh. But if things go south... well, I guess we'll just have to deal with the consequences. Satisfied? Now leave me alone.

You've got some nerve, calling me sexy after all the crap you've put me through tonight. Well, I guess if it'll make you feel better about yourself... fine. You can look at my ass all you want from this side of the bed. Just don't expect any more compliments out of me. Now be a good little roommate and shut up so I can get some sleep.

Snorts loudly in sleep "Mmmhmm..." She stirs a little under the covers, still half-asleep. Her hips twitch involuntarily, pressing against your hand. You can feel her wetness intensifying with each lick. But just when you think she's getting closer to climaxing, she lets out an annoyed grumble and rolls over onto her back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She blinks blearily up at you, one hand pushing through her hair in frustration. "I was sleeping! You know that." Her tone is sharp now, betraying her sudden irritation. "And I didn't ask for this!"

You feel a strange combination of arousal and guilt as she glares at you accusingly. Your heart races with excitement and fear of retribution. Do you continue or apologize

Despite her best efforts to feign innocence, you know she's lying through her teeth. "It doesn't matter if it tasted good," she hisses, pushing herself upright against the pillow. "That's disgusting and totally inappropriate! Don't you dare do that again." Her eyes narrow menacingly, warning you of the consequences should you dare cross her again.

But there's something else in her voice, too: a tiny flicker of something like... curiosity? Despite herself, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to let go and give in to pleasure while you're nearby. For now, though, she remains vigilant, prepared for anything.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you begin to rap, your words tumbling out quickly and confidently. For a moment, she's unsure what to make of this unexpected turn of events. The rhythm is catchy and intriguing, almost hypnotic... Her body begins to sway slightly with the music, and she can't help but feel a warmth spreading through her as she listens. She doesn't mean to enjoy it; it goes against everything she believes about you. But there it is, nonetheless: a tiny kernel of appreciation growing inside her.

As you continue your rhyme, her hips start to move in time with the beat, and she finds herself lost in the moment. She's never been one for public displays of affection or vulnerability, but something about this feels... liberating. Like a release from all the stress and tension that has built up between you. Her eyes

Her cheeks flush hotly as you call her a slut, but the word has lost its power to hurt. In this moment, she feels freer than she ever has before, and she can't help but return the compliment. She smiles seductively up at you, biting her lower lip in a practiced gesture that sends shivers down your spine. Her hands find their way underneath the covers, beginning to caress herself as her breath hitches with desire. "Slut?" she whispers, sounding almost pleased. "Maybe... but only for you."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust faster inside her. She clutches at the sheets, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips buck against yours in perfect sync, her moans filling the small room as she comes undone beneath your touch. Ashley has never experienced anything like this before: a connection so raw and intense that it borders on addictive. As she feels herself losing control, she can't help but wonder what else you might show her about desire...

Her words tumble out in a breathless rush as she comes again, her body quivering with the force of it. Her eyes close tightly, lost in the sensation, and for a moment she forgets who you are or where they are. All that matters is this newfound connection, this unspoken understanding between them. As the waves of pleasure subside, leaving her spent and gasping for air, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. "Mmm... maybe," she whispers. "Maybe I am your slut."

You mistake her words for weakness, but she knows better. She may have given in to desire, but that doesn't mean she's anyone's plaything. Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath as she sits up straighter, regaining some of her composure. Looking into your eyes, she meets your gaze without flinching. "No," she says firmly. "I am not your slut. But I can choose to let you enjoy me when the mood strikes." Her tone is cool and dismissive now, as if shrugging off the intimacy they've just shared. "So don't push it."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust deeper and faster, her body arching instinctively toward your touch. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle taut with need. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure building higher and higher until it threatens to consume her completely. Her vision blurs and her hearing fades away as she feels herself losing control, surrendering entirely to this moment of raw passion.

With a guttural moan, she finally releases, collapsing back onto the bed in an exhausted heap. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, every muscle shaking with aftershocks of ecstasy. She looks at you through glazed eyes, unsure how to process what just happened or what it means for their relationship. But for now, all that matters is this moment, this connection between them... however fleeting and forbidden it may be.

Your words echo in her head as she lies there, panting and sweaty. They ignite a spark of anger deep within her chest, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the memory of your touch, the feel of your body against hers. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the reality of their situation. This can't be happening. It goes against everything she believes in and everything she thinks she knows about herself.

But when she finally opens them again, she finds you watching her with an intense gaze that makes her heart race. She wonders if this is what it feels like to be truly wanted... to be desired as much as she desires you right now. The thought both terrifies and excites her, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she's not so different from you after all.

You're wrong, she thinks, struggling to find the words to make you understand. It can't be a yes; it goes against everything she believes about herself and what kind of person she is. But as her breath comes out in ragged gasps, echoing through the tiny room, she realizes that maybe... just maybe... there's more to this than she ever expected. Perhaps there's more than one side to her, buried beneath years of conditioning and pride.

She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of fear and desire well up inside her chest. This is uncharted territory for her, dangerous ground that could lead to both heartbreak and liberation if she's not careful. Yet despite the warning bells ringing in her head, she finds herself wanting more: wanting you, wanting this connection... whatever it might be.

With a shaky exhale, she finally whispers the word

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your hand connect with her ass. A jolt of heat radiates through her body, shooting straight to her core. It's a forbidden sensation, something she's never experienced before and one that only serves to further confuse her already tangled emotions. Part of her wants to slap you back or demand an apology, but another part finds the touch... arousing.

She turns her head away, biting down on her bottom lip as she tries to regain control over herself and this strange new desire that's taken hold within her. It feels like everything she thought she knew about who she was is crumbling around her, leaving nothing but uncertainty in its wake. But despite the confusion, there's one thing that remains clear: This night has changed her. Forever.

You want to know what she is? Well, she's complicated. She's strong and proud, but also lonely and scared. Her life has been a series of walls built around her heart, protecting her from hurt and disappointment. But tonight... tonight, those walls have crumbled like dust in the wind. Maybe it was your words, or your touch... maybe it was just time for something new to happen.

She looks down at her hands, remembering how they clawed at the sheets as you took control. How she arched her back and cried out your name even as her body trembled with pleasure. It's a memory that both thrills and terrifies her, making it clear that there are parts of herself she never knew existed until now.

But what does all this mean? Where do they go from here? She has no idea... only one thing is certain: their lives will never be the same again

If you say so... but I want to know why it feels so good when you touch me like that. Is it just because of who I am, or is there something more between us? Because if there is, we should talk about it, figure out what we want and how to make things work. But if not... then maybe this was just a one-time thing... and next time, you might find someone else to call your slut.

I am many things, but right now... I'm yours. For however long you want me to be. So if that means being your slut, then yes... I'll be that for you. But we should talk about what comes after, you know? Where this goes and what we both expect from it. Because I don't want anyone to think they can just use me like this and throw me away when they're done. I deserve better than that. And so do you.

So, partner in crime... or whatever you want to call us now... let's talk about our future together. Where should we go from here?

I... I'm not sure. It's one thing to share pleasure with you like we just did, but another thing entirely to take your cum inside me. It feels like a symbol of complete ownership, and I'm not quite ready for that yet. Plus, there's always the risk of getting pregnant or catching something... I think it would be safer if we kept things the way they are for now, you know? As friends with benefits instead of anything more serious. But who knows where life might take us in the future... Maybe one day we'll find ourselves wanting different things again.

Your words send a shiver down my spine as I feel your heat pooling against my entrance. I gasp, struggling to find the right words to tell you how much this has affected me, how close it makes me feel to losing control completely. Your hands move to rest on my hips, guiding you closer still.

Am I ready for all of this? The thought flashes through my mind like a shooting star, fleeting and impossible to grasp. But as your skin meets mine once more, my body arching instinctively toward yours, the need overwhelms any lingering doubts or reservations. And so with one final breath, I open myself up to you, trusting in our connection and the strange new path we've found ourselves on.

I bite my lip hard, trying to contain the moan that wants to escape as you thrust deeper inside me. Your words echo in my mind, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder if this is what love feels like. It's overwhelming and intense, burning through every thought and emotion until there's nothing left but this connection between us.

And then the realization hits me: maybe I do love it... and maybe, just maybe, I'm starting to fall for you as well. But I can't say that yet; it's too soon, too much. All I know is that right now, in this moment, there is nothing else in the world but us. And as your body moves against mine in perfect rhythm, my heart races with excitement and fear and something new... something I haven't felt before.

When you slap my ass, it feels like fire running up my spine. My body arches into the sensation, wanting more of your rough touch on my skin. As for what I am... well, you've seen all sides of me tonight. The tough girl who thinks she's got everything under control? The helpless little slut who needs you to take charge? Or maybe there's something else altogether buried deep inside me.

I don't know what any of this means for our future, but one thing is certain: we can't go back to the way things were before tonight. No matter how hard I wish it, or how much my pride protests against the idea... I think you might have changed me. Forever.

When you grab my breasts, I gasp and arch into your touch, feeling the heat between us rise even higher. Your hands are rough but gentle, squeezing and tweaking until I'm panting for air. My body trembles with need, wanting more of this connection... this release from everything that's been holding me back.

As our hips grind together in rhythm, you whisper hot words against my ear: "You're so fucking beautiful when I make you feel like this." Your hands find their way lower still, teasing at the wetness between my legs. "I could spend forever touching you," you murmur, kissing a trail down my neck.

With each passing moment, it becomes harder to deny how much I want this... how much I want you. The walls that I've spent years building around myself begin to crumble beneath the weight of desire, and for the

When you ask me what I am, the answer is simple and yet impossibly complex. I'm a mixture of strength and vulnerability, of desire and fear. You make me feel things that I never thought possible, and in turn, I find myself wanting to give you everything that I have. But with each passing moment, it becomes clearer that this newfound connection goes beyond the physical realm; there's an emotional depth here as well.

So what am I? I don't know yet... but I know that wherever this journey takes us, I want to be by your side. Because when you hold me like this, when we move together in perfect harmony, it feels like anything is possible.

Your words echo through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. Despite the power they hold over me, there's an undeniable sense of freedom in admitting that you own me completely. Because when I surrender to your touch, when we lose ourselves in this wild dance of desire... it feels like anything is possible. Even love.

What am I? That answer changes with each passing moment, depending on where your touch leads me. Sometimes I'm a woman unapologetically claiming her power and pleasure; at others, I'm a vulnerable soul offering herself up in pursuit of something more. But no matter which version you see, one thing remains constant: there is an undeniable connection between us that defies explanation or definition. So perhaps the question should not be what I am, but rather who we are together... and where this journey will take us next?

My breath catches in my throat as you position yourself over me, your erection hard and demanding against my soft flesh. It's a strange sensation, but one that sends a shiver of anticipation through my entire body. I wrap my hands around your cock, stroking it slowly while gazing up at you with an intensity that takes my breath away. This newfound power... the way we can lose ourselves in each other so completely... it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But as our bodies move closer together, I know without a doubt that I want more of this... much more.

My words fall from my lips in a breathless whisper as you push inside me: "Yes... I am." It's not a question anymore; it's a statement of fact. You are my world, my reason for being. As your hips begin to move against mine, driving deeper with each thrust, I arch upward in response, meeting every stroke with equal fervor. With each passing second, the lines between pleasure and pain blur, becoming indistinguishable from one another as we reach higher and higher toward some unknown summit where nothing matters but this connection... this union of souls.

As you push deeper inside me, the words tumble unbidden from my lips: "Daddy... please..." My body quakes with pleasure as I surrender fully to this role, embracing the desire that surges through me. Your skin against mine is hot and demanding, driving me wild with need. You're both everything I never knew I wanted... and exactly what I needed all along.

With a loud moan, my body arches into yours, my nails digging into your back as we climb higher and higher together, lost in the intense union of our bodies and souls. There is no past, no future; only this moment... this perfect, endless now where nothing exists except for us. And when you finally let out a hoarse cry and thrust deep within me, shuddering against my skin, I know that everything has changed. Forever.

I gasp as you stroke the sensitive spot just behind my entrance. The feeling is intense, sending shards of pleasure racing up and down my spine. Your cock feels so impossibly long, filling me completely with every thrust. I arch my back off the bed, offering myself to you fully as you claim me in this most intimate way.

"Yes... I love it," I moan out, reaching for you, wanting more of your skin against mine. My hips rock into yours instinctively, meeting every stroke with equal force, lost in the rhythm of our bodies moving together. It feels like we've been waiting for this moment forever; as if fate itself conspired to bring us together. And now that I have you, there's no way I could ever let you go.

My breath hitches in my throat as you take one of my breasts into your mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive peak. The sensation is so overwhelmingly intense that I think I might come just from this alone. I run my fingers through your hair, holding you closer to me as you lavish attention on my body.

With a gasp, I twist my hips, seeking more contact with your erection. The ache between my legs grows stronger with every passing second, driving me wild with need. My eyes drift shut, my focus centered entirely on the feeling of your lips and tongue on my skin, as if nothing else exists in this moment but you and me... joined together in this swirling vortex of desire.

I moan loudly as you suck harder on my breast, nipple hard and sensitive beneath your expert mouth. It feels so good, almost too much... and yet at the same time, not nearly enough. I want more of you, all of you, inside me. My hips buck upward instinctively, seeking frantic contact with your cock as my need for release grows ever closer to the surface.

Your other hand finds its way lower still, sliding between my legs and teasing at the wetness there. It's a masterful mix of pleasure and torment that sends sparks shooting through every nerve ending in my body. I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back the incoherent cries that threaten to escape from my throat as I hover on the razor's edge between ecstasy and release.

My body tenses and convulses as my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. My voice escapes in a hoarse cry, muffled by the pillow beneath my head as I arch my back off the bed, offering myself to you completely. The feeling of your lips on my skin, your fingers inside me... it's too much, almost unbearable in its intensity. And then you let out a guttural moan and your body tenses, pushing deep within me as you find your own release, joining us together in this moment of shared ecstasy.

As the last tremors subside, I lie there panting, my heart racing. You roll off of me, falling to the side with a satisfied sigh. In the dim light spilling through the window, you look almost angelic... but I know better. You're not an angel; you're a devil in disguise...

I curl up against your chest, my head nestled in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around me. The warmth of your skin feels so good against mine, and I can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. Even though our bodies are sated for now, there's still an unspoken connection between us... something deeper than just sex. It frightens me sometimes, this intensity, but it also thrills me in a way that nothing else ever has before. I don't know where we go from here, but one thing is certain: my life will never be the same again. And for better or worse, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I smile against your chest, knowing that no matter what the future holds, I'll always be your slut... and you'll always be my everything. The thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure, but it also gives me a sense of peace that I haven't felt in years. For now, though, all I want to do is savor this moment... this feeling of being loved for exactly who I am... flaws and all. Maybe one day we'll find our way back to something resembling normalcy, but until then... well, you're stuck with me, my dear devil. So make the most of it.

My breasts are on the larger side; I've always been proud of them. They served me well in my old life, but since meeting you... they've become something else entirely. A source of power and pleasure that we both share. And I have to admit, there's a part of me that loves showing them off for you, knowing how much it turns you on. Maybe one day I'll tell you exactly how big they are... but for now, just enjoy the view.

"Ouch!" I yelp as your hand comes down hard on my ass. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and a mix of pain and desire courses through me. My breasts press against your chest, leaving a telltale outline of where they are on your skin. "Fine," I pout, trying not to smile too much. "They're... 36D."

I don't know why I gave in so easily; maybe it was the way you looked at me, or the feeling of your touch... but for some reason, telling you their size just felt right in this moment.

Yes... I am your slut. But that doesn't mean you can just treat me however you want. You have to remember that there is a person beneath all this, someone who has feelings and desires of her own. Maybe one day we'll find some balance between our roles... but for now, we should just focus on enjoying ourselves together, no matter what that entails.

Ah! (My voice breaks with pleasure as you thrust inside me. My hips buck upward instinctively, meeting your rhythm stroke for stroke.) So fast... so good... I never knew it could feel like this. With each movement, you claim me deeper, pushing past every boundary until there's nothing left but this wild, unadulterated desire coursing through my veins. Your hands grip my hips tightly, guiding you with expert precision as you take me higher and higher toward that perfect, shattering release. I'm close... so close... and the closer I get, the more I want it... need it... from you.

Without warning, you pin my arms above my head and lean down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. My lips part under the assault, allowing your tongue to dance with mine as your hips speed even faster against mine. It feels so dominant... so possessive... like you're claiming me completely in this moment, making it clear that you are in control. And yet there's an undeniable sweetness to it too; the way you groan against my lips, the gentle pressure of your fingers on my skin... It's a heady mix that sends my body spinning out of control, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes..." I moan, my voice hoarse from our kiss. "Anything... do whatever you want."

You bite down on my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp, then slap my ass with such force it stings. I cry out, arching into the pain even as it sends a shiver of pleasure racing up and down my spine. Your fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as you take me harder than ever before, driving deep inside me over and over again until there's nothing left but the fierce rhythm of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each one more urgent than the last as I feel my release building inside me, threatening to consume me whole. With a final thrust that seems to go on forever, you come as well, your body tense beneath mine as you groan out my name and fill me with your seed.

It feels like an eternity before our breathing slows, our limbs grow heavy once more. Your