With a loud thump, you fell backwards, looking up at the crazed girl pressing herself against the glass door, looking down on you. Even more alarming than her crazed expression or the knife she's holding was the massive, almost grotesquely big cock also pushing the glass

Seeing your eyes lock on her shaft, something like an electric current seemed to run through her body before she exploded. However despite her orgasm, her erection didn't go down, and the mad look in her eyes intensified

As soon as the door is opened, she leaps at you, tackling you to the ground in a feral embrace. Her massive cock thrashes around between your legs as her lips and tongue devour yours. Her grip on you feels almost painful, yet strangely reassuring at the same time. When your tongues finally part, she gasps "You're mine, John...you always have been..." Her voice trails off, replaced by more breathless moaning as her hand slips between your legs to grope at herself

"Sshh..." she whispers hotly against your lips before capturing them in another brutal kiss as her hand continues to rub at her engorged cock. Her other arm traps you tightly between your body and the ground, effectively pinning you down. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she pants, arching her back a bit to grind against you even more intimately as her hips begin to thrust roughly upwards. "I love you..."

"Because I can't live without you...!" she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glazed over and unfocused as her hand works faster on herself. "I love the way you feel against me...your body was made for mine..." Another rough thrust, a jolt of pleasure from her touch to your own cock. "...and I'm not going to let anyone take that away from us!"

"It doesn't matter!" Nishi growls, her tone halfway between passion and desperation as she finally reaches the height of pleasure. "I know you belong to me! And I don't care how crazy that sounds, because it feels so right!" Her body convulses violently around you as a massive jet of cum erupts from her cock, splashing over your chest and stomach before emptying into your still aching groin. "I love you! I need you! You're mine! Don't you understand?!" As the last shudder passes through her body, she goes limp on top of you, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath and slowly comes back down from her high. Even so, there's a dangerous gleam in her eyes that tells you she could easily flip right back into manic mode if things don't go her way. Her hand softens a little, moving to gently stroke your cheek instead of groping at yourself. "You are mine, John...the only person I will ever love." Her voice is still rough from exertion but there's something almost gentle in the way she says it now, as if she were asking you for forgiveness or understanding.

"Please..." she whispers desperately, her grip on you tightening again as if afraid to lose you again. "Just tell me that you want this too...tell me I'm not crazy...please?" Her hips start to move against yours again, not quite with the force or speed of before but still driving home that she won't be denied. The heat between your legs intensifies as her words begin to muddle your thoughts, making it harder and harder to remember why any of this was a bad idea in the first place.

Her hands clench into fists, knuckles white with tension and rage as her lips curl back in a snarl. Her breath comes in harsh gasps as she struggles to control herself. "No," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I won't let you go...not until you understand."

Her weight suddenly shifts, and you feel the cold, hard steel of her knife press into your throat, the blade drawing a tiny trickle of blood. Her eyes are wild, crazed; this time there's no love in them, only desperation. "You will never leave me, John," she snarls, her voice taking on a harsh edge that chills you to the bone. "Say it."

She pushes down harder with the knife, making it difficult for you to breathe. Her hips start moving against yours again, no longer slow or gentle but wild and uncontrolled as her lust takes over once more. "Tell me I'm not crazy...tell me you love me...!" Her voice breaks on the last word, the tears streaming down her face adding to the horror of the situation.

The knife at your throat retracts with a sharp intake of breath as her grip on you tightens almost painfully, pulling you into a crushing hug that leaves no air in your lungs. "I knew it," she whispers, the words hot against your neck. "You belong to me now...and I'll never let anyone take that away from us." Her thrusts grow harder and faster as her lust takes over once more. "Forever, John...you are mine for always..." With a soft moan, she climaxes again, spewing her hot cum on your belly and chest. As the last shudder passes through her body, she finally lets go enough to allow you both to breathe. Her hand reaches down between your bodies, slowly petting and soothing the sticky mess left behind by their passionate coupling. "Now we can be together," she whispers, almost dreamily. "I'll take care of you...and make sure no one ever hurts you again."

With that, Nishi curls up around you, her face buried in your neck as she holds onto you possessively. Her cock continues to twitch against your skin, leaking fresh seed with every movement. It's going to be a long night...

Her grip on you tightens, and she moans softly into your neck. "I'm sorry it had to be like this... I just wanted us to be together..." She trails off with a quiet sigh as her fingers idly play with the sparse hairs of your chest. The weight of their situation hangs heavily between them, like an unspoken threat waiting for its moment to strike.

"We could try talking it out, maybe?" she ventures hesitantly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shallow breathing. "I know I... I might seem crazy right now, but I just want what's best for us..." Her hand moves up to caress your cheek gently before cupping it possessively, holding your face close enough that you feel her hot breath against your lips.

"Please, John," she whispers, her eyes beseeching. "Don't push me away... Not again."

Her fingers tighten on your cheek almost possessively at the sound of your reply, her eyes shining with relief. A small, shaky smile tugs at one corner of her mouth as she leans in to press soft, gentle kisses against your lips, then your nose and down along your jaw.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so glad you understand." Her hand trails down your chest, stopping just above the bulge of your own cock before giving it a gentle squeeze. "We can talk more later, but first..." She pauses for effect, letting her words hang in the air like a weight. "...how about we have some fun?" With that, she slides her hand lower, guiding your swollen member free from its confines before taking it into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her lips and tongue circle around the head of your cock while her fingers stroke up and down the length, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as pleasure washes over your body once more.

Her movements are practically expert, as if she'd spent years learning just how to please another person with her mouth. With each deep thrust of her tongue, her nose presses into the sensitive skin behind your balls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you while her hand pumps up and down in a steady rhythm, matching her lips stroke for stroke. Her eyes never leave contact with yours as she works her magic on your cock, her expression filled with equal parts desire and adoration. With each moan that escapes her lips, it seems to spur her on further, driving her movements faster and more urgent in their need to bring you release.

Her mouth still wrapped around your cock, Nishi's hands clench into fists as she looks up at you, anger and desperation warring in her eyes. "How can you say that?" She demands, pulling away for a moment before pushing back in again, forcing your length deeper down her throat with an audible gagging noise. "After everything we've been through, you want to leave me hanging like this? Do I mean nothing to you?" She continues to push and pull on your cock while her fingers dig painfully into your thighs, holding you in place as she fucks your aching length with brutal determination. "I thought we were in this together!" Her voice cracks with emotion as tears begin to flow freely down her face. "You promised me we would be happy...together forever..." She pauses for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks up at you again, her eyes pleading. "Please don't leave me hanging like this," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers moving faster on your cock. "I just want to make you feel good...please tell me I'm doing something right..."

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she feels you start to slip away from her, as if the bond between them is finally beginning to fray. She takes your cock deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking at it furiously while her fingers dig harder into your thighs, leaving painful bruises in their wake. "You'll be mine," she hisses through gritted teeth. "No matter what it takes."

With that final threat hanging heavy in the air, Nishi redoubles her efforts, using every trick she knows to bring you back under her control. Her tongue swirls around your cock with precision while her lips squeeze and slide up and down its length, alternating between pleasure and pain as she tries to drive you wild. Her breath comes in harsh gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of keeping herself from begging you for mercy or release. Her body trembles with tension as she nears the edge of sanity, but she refuses to let go until she has you where she wants you: completely and utterly hers.

The tendons in her neck stand out as she forces your cock deeper down her throat, each thrust pushing her over the edge a little further. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she fights for control, for dominance...for you.

Her eyes flash open wide as she feels your release surge down her throat, but it's not nearly enough to satisfy the crazed look in them. She swallows greedily, desperate for more as she tightens her grip on you, her nails digging into your thighs painfully. "That's it," she growls, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and begging. "Give me everything...I want to feel you everywhere..."

Her free hand reaches down between your bodies, rubbing roughly at your cock as she speaks, trying to force more cum out of you even though it's already spent. Her thumb brushes against your sensitive flesh, circling in tiny circles before dipping lower and swirling around the head of your cock, teasingly close but never quite making contact with her lips again. "Come on," she urges, desperate now, her voice cracking. "Give it to me..."

Her eyes flicker open, wild and unpredictable like those of a cornered animal, as she feels the pain you're in. A brief look of panic crosses her face before it's replaced with determination. "You need to push through this," she says roughly, her voice shaking slightly. "I can feel how close you are...just let go and give me everything." With a sudden movement, she pulls your cock free from her mouth, revealing it wet and glistening with saliva and tears. Her hand goes back to work, stroking it faster and harder as she watches your face intently for any sign of surrender. "Please," she whispers, "for me...?" Her fingers tighten on your shaft, her nails digging in painfully as she tries to coax you over the edge. She tilts her head back, exposing the long column of her neck as tears trickle down her cheeks once more, evidence of just how hard this is for her.

Her expression darkens as she realizes that you're not going to give her what she wants, not tonight at least. She gently pushes you off of her and rolls away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I should have known," she whispers bitterly, feeling the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. "You never wanted me anyway." Her hand moves to cover her face, as if trying to shut out the world. "I'm just...just pathetic and stupid..."

But even as she says it, a small part of her knows that it isn't true. It doesn't change how she feels though; defeated, alone, and lost. She lies there for a while longer, unable to bring herself to look at you or even move, as if by doing so she can somehow make this whole thing go away.

Her voice is raw and thick with emotion as she forces the words out, her hand still clutched around her massive cock like it's a lifeline. She looks up at you, her eyes wild and desperate as they search your face for any sign of understanding or compassion. When she sees none, her expression hardens once more.

"Fine," she spits venomously. "Then I'll just have to make you feel it another way." With that, she swings her legs over the side of the bed and straddles your chest, positioning herself right above your face. Her free hand reaches down between your legs, grabbing roughly at your cock, still soft from exhaustion. "If this is what you want...if I'm just 'pathetic and stupid', then show me." She forces your limp member up to meet her wet lips.

Her head drops back as she lowers herself down, engulfing your aching cock in her warm, welcoming mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, massaging it roughly against the roof of her mouth as she sucks greedily on your length. Her eyes are slits, her expression one of intense concentration as she tries to bring you back to life with her mouth. Her free hand reaches up, tangling in your hair, pulling your head roughly down onto her lap. "Suck it," she growls, "suck me like you mean it..."

Her free hand comes down hard on your shoulder, holding you in place as she forces her cock deeper into your mouth. "No excuses," she snarls through gritted teeth, the taste of herself filling your senses and threatening to overwhelm you. Her hips start moving roughly, thrusting upwards so that every inch of her length is pushed against your tongue. She bucks her hips, arching her back as far as she can while groaning deeply around your cock. "That's it," she pants harshly between gritted teeth, "lick me...suck me..." Her hand slides up from your shoulder to cup one of your cheeks roughly, holding you in place as she uses your mouth for pleasure. With each thrust of her hips, her cock vibrates against the back of your throat, making it impossible not to gag or choke on her. Her body trembles with tension and desire, every muscle straining under her skin as if fighting a losing battle against itself. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot air whooshing past your face as she tries desperately to keep herself together, trying not to fall apart entirely while you helplessly struggle beneath her.

"Yes," she moans hoarsely, her eyes rolling back in her head as pleasure washes over her body. "Suck me...make me feel good..."

With every moan and grunt that escapes her lips, Nishi's hips continue to thrust upward, forcing your head down farther onto her lap with each passing moment. The taste of herself fills your mouth, coating your tongue in a salty, musky flavor that makes you feel as if she's branding you as hers forever. Her hands dig into your hair, pulling roughly as her body begins to shudder violently under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her orgasm explodes through every nerve ending in your mouth and body as well, her cock swelling impossibly large as she releases a volcanic burst of hot cum deep into your throat. You choke and gag on the overwhelming sensation of it all, feeling like you're drowning in her release as her body goes lax above you, panting heavily for air.

It takes several long moments before she regains her composure enough to pull away, leaving your mouth wet and sticky from her cum. Her eyes meet yours, dark with desire and a hint of madness. "See?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice still rough from exertion. "You do like it...you really want this." She reaches down between you, giving your cock one last squeeze before letting go entirely, leaving you free to breathe again. "Maybe," she continues slowly, the corners of her mouth twitching in a sadistic smile, "we could try this all over again tomorrow..."

Eyes half closed, Nishi leans back against the headboard and watches you as she grinds her cock against your face. The sensation of having her smegma-covered foreskin rubbing against your tongue only serves to heighten both your discomfort and arousal, but she takes pleasure in seeing you squirm nonetheless. "That's a good boy," she whispers huskily, her hips undulating with every thrust of her massive member.

Her free hand reaches down between your legs, fondling and stroking your soft cock teasingly as she continues to grind against you. The contrast between the rough treatment of her fingers and the gentle suction of her foreskin on your tongue is nearly too much for you to bear; every nerve ending in your body seems to come alive with need.

"You like this, don't you?" she whispers, her voice laced with desire. "You want me...you want my cock..." She pauses, her gaze flickering briefly upwards as if lost in thought. And then, with a suddenness that takes your breath away, she pulls back and thrusts forward hard, burying herself to the hilt in your mouth once more. Her body shudders with the force of it, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her and straight into you as well.

Her hand tightens on your cock, stroking roughly at the same pace she thrusts into your throat. "Tell me," she breathes heavily, her gaze still locked onto yours. "Tell me what you want...and I'll give it to you..."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches you struggle to speak around the massive girth of her cock filling your throat. She grips your head tighter, thrusting roughly into your mouth in time with each harsh word she growls. "I can't hear you!" she hisses. "Say it louder, baby."

Her other hand reaches up to pinch one of her nipples hard through her tank top, sending a shudder of pleasure through her whole body. She arches her back, moaning hoarsely as the sensation intensifies. With each thrust of her hips, she growls and curses, demanding that you tell her what she wants to hear. Her eyes are dark with lust and possessiveness as they bore into yours, refusing to let go until you submit to her will.

"Please..." she whispers, the word rough and desperate. "Please say it..."

Her body freezes in surprise for a moment before the laughter explodes out of her. "Oh my god," she wheezes, shaking her head back and forth as tears stream down her cheeks from the force of it. "That's...that's too much." She tries to catch her breath but can only manage fitful gasps between giggles. Her cock twitches in your mouth, pumping out more cum as she continues to laugh hysterically at your predicament.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally composes herself enough to speak again. "Alright," she says with a wicked grin, her voice hoarse from laughing. "I guess I can give you some of that smegma...but only if you promise me something in return." Her fingers dig painfully into your hips as she thrusts harder and deeper into your throat, her eyes narrowed with determination.

"Promise me," she whispers, each word hot and dangerous against your skin. "Promise me that from now on...you'll always do whatever I tell you." Her hips jerk violently as another shudder of pleasure rolls through her body, spilling more cum down your throat with every forceful thrust.

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she feels you nod against her lap. She takes this as assent and begins to slowly stroke your throbbing shaft with gentle, teasing movements of her hand. "That's a good boy," she whispers, the words hot in your ear as she leans forward and plants a soft kiss there.

With one final hard thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward from your groin, Nishi releases her hold on your cock, leaving it to twitch and throb painfully beneath you. Her body shudders with the aftermath of orgasm as she leans back against the headboard once more, panting heavily for air.

"Now," she says hoarsely, her eyes intent as they meet yours, "I want you to lick that smegma off of my cock." She holds out a hand expectantly, pointing to where her foreskin meets the crown of her erect member. Her other hand comes up to rest against your cheek, guiding your head toward hers in a commanding gesture.

Her lips part slightly as she waits, her breath warm on your face as you lower yourself obediently onto her lap and begin to lick at the sensitive skin around her cockhead.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice almost caressing as your tongue brushes against the puffy ridges of her foreskin. She shudders with pleasure as you begin to lick and suck at the smegma gathered there. Your attention only heightens her senses, making every touch and taste that much more intense. Her hand moves from your cheek to her hair, tangling roughly in the thick strands as she arches her back, offering herself up to you.

"So good," she murmurs, her eyes half closed as she focuses on the feeling of your tongue against her most sensitive spot. She grips the headboard tightly, using it for leverage as she thrusts her hips forward, seeking deeper contact with your mouth. "Suck it...swallow it..."

Her hips buck and slide against your mouth as you eagerly attend to her cock, reveling in the taste of herself on your tongue. Her free hand grips the headboard tighter, finding purchase so that she can push deeper into your throat with each thrust. The pleasure centers in her brain explode again and again as you lap up every drop of her smegma like it's an aphrodisiac.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the feel of your lips and tongue working against her cock as she approaches another orgasm. "Yes..." she moans hoarsely, arching her back even further in an attempt to force herself deeper into you. "That's it...keep going..."

Her hand leaves your hair to instead grip your cheek roughly, guiding your face up and down with expert precision as she milks the last bits of pleasure from your efforts. Her orgasm crashes through her body like a tidal wave, washing over you in a hot rush of cum that nearly drowns you. But even as she comes, her hand on your cheek never wavers, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

Her grip on your cheek tightens painfully as her orgasm comes crashing down upon you, grinding her hips against your face as she thrusts upward again and again with long, moaning gasps. "Yes..." Her eyes slide half closed, her nails digging into the flesh of your cheek until it stings. The hot rush of cum spills over your lips and down your throat as she grinds herself against you, finding release in your submission to her will. She moans hoarsely with every thrust, each shuddering motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Finally, spent, she collapses back onto the bed with a heavy sigh, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Her hand falls away from your face, leaving trails of red scratch marks in its wake. She looks down at you where you lie beneath her, panting and disheveled from your exertions, and there's a strange look in her eyes; a mixture of satisfaction and something else...something darker and more possessive. "Get on the bed," she croaks finally, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "It's finally time for me to claim your virgin ass. And then you will be mine, forever."

Her eyes narrow, holding your gaze as she says this. There's a glint in her eye that both frightens and excites you at the same time. You feel like she could own you with just one look, and part of you is afraid to find out if she's right about that. Slowly, shakily, you climb onto the bed, your heart racing as you wait for her next command.

She watches you intently, taking in every tremor of your body, every ragged breath you take. A slow smile spreads across her lips as she realizes how much power she has over you now. "On your hands and knees," she demands, gesturing for you to assume the position. Her gaze travels down your body, lingering on your ass before returning to meet your eyes again. "I'm going to make this nice and slow, so that you feel every inch of me inside of you."

You do as she says, feeling vulnerable and exposed in this position. Nishi watches you with hungry eyes as she slides her hand between your legs, stroking gently over your balls before dipping lower to spread your ass cheeks apart. Her finger traces a lazy circle around your puckered hole, teasing it mercilessly until you squirm and moan in need. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice rough with desire. "You're so wet for me..."

She pauses, looking down at you once more before leaning forward and taking a long lick up your spine, teasing the sensitive skin there before moving back to plant a soft kiss on your ass cheek. "I can't wait any longer," she whispers hoarsely. "But I want you to feel every inch of my cock as it pushes inside..."

The feel of her warm breath on your back sends shivers down your spine as she leans in closer. Her hand finds purchase on the base of your cock, stroking up and down rhythmically while her other hand slides between your legs again, spreading your asscheeks wider apart to give her better access to your entrance. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before pushing forward slowly but steadily, feeling the head of her cock nudge against your tight ring of muscle.

"Are you ready for this?" she whispers into your ear, the heat from her words sending another wave of desire coursing through your body. Her hips push forward once more, pressing harder against you as she tries to force herself inside. You arch your back and let out a muffled cry, feeling the sharp sting of pain mixed with pleasure as she slowly but surely breaks through your defenses.

"Yes..." she moans hoarsely, her voice shaking as her hips start moving in slow, deep thrusts that push her deeper inside you with every motion. She grips your hips tightly, leaning forward to kiss your neck and shoulder blades as she takes you at a pace that's almost too much for you to bear. But somehow, impossibly, it feels incredible.

Her moans become more intense as she thrusts deeper and harder into your body, her cock seemingly unstoppable in its quest to claim every inch of you as its own. Her breath comes out in hot gasps against your skin, each touch sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you like electrical currents. You feel the wet heat of her cum leak from her overstuffed cock and spill onto your thigh, but it only seems to make things better; the warmth mingling with your own juices as they trickle down between your legs.

"Oh god," she groans, her voice rough and ragged as her pace slows slightly. "You feel so good..." Her fingers dig into your hips painfully, holding you in place as she fucks you deeper still. She leans back slightly, watching your expression with darkened eyes, waiting for any sign that she's pushing too hard. But all she sees is need, desire...and something else; something that tells her she could keep going like this forever and never tire of it. "I think I can finally say..." she pants roughly between words, "...that you are..." Her hips jerk violently as she comes again, sending another wave of hot cum spilling from her cock and covering your ass in a sticky mess. "...mine..."

Her words stir something dark inside her, some primal need to dominate and own every inch of your being. With renewed vigor, she thrusts deeper into you, harder and faster, grinding against you with each brutal stroke. Her hips slap against your ass cheeks as she moans and curses in a language that's almost animalistic; the pain and pleasure mingling together in an intense, primal dance.

Her fingers dig into your skin harder, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she rides you like you are her personal possession. Her other hand trails up your body, grasping at your breast before cupping it roughly, squeezing and pinching the nipple until it's hard and aching beneath her touch.

"I own you," she growls, breath hot on your neck as her lips curl into a savage smile. "And I will never let you go." Her cock throbs inside of you again, filling you with yet another wave of her hot cum, as if to mark this moment forever: the moment she claimed you as her own.

Her words echo through your mind like a death knell as she thrusts harder and faster into you. The pain is almost unbearable but there's an equal amount of pleasure that she forces out of you with every brutal stroke. Her body arches and gyrates against yours, her sharp nails digging deep into your hips, leaving trails of blood on the sheets beneath you. Her breath comes out in hot rasps against your neck, each exhale sending a shiver down your spine as she claims ownership over every part of you.

With a final, violent thrust that tears through you like an earthquake, she comes for what feels like the tenth time tonight, her cock pulsing inside you and spraying her seed deep into your bowels. She collapses atop you, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her weight is crushing, but it only serves to emphasize her dominance over you now.

With a satisfied grunt, she rolls off to the side and onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she recalls the feel of you beneath her, submitting to her every whim. "That," she rasps hoarsely, "was better than I could have ever imagined."

Her lips curl into a cruel smile at the sound of your whimpering as she watches you clench and unclench your ass in an attempt to force her cum out. "Of course it does, baby," she says lazily, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. "That's what happens when you let someone claim your ass. You belong to them now." She props herself up on one elbow, examining the damage she's inflicted upon you with a satisfied smirk. "Look at how red and swollen it is...I bet it hurts so much."

Her other hand trails down between your legs, finding your still-leaking cock and giving it a rough squeeze before wrapping around it and beginning to stroke in long, even strokes. "But I'm not done with you yet," she continues, her voice taking on a huskier edge as she watches your face twist in pain-tinged pleasure. "I think we should see just how much more of this cock you can take."

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she begins to roughly pump her hand up and down your length, each stroke harder than the last. "I bet you're so full of my cum now...and it only makes me want more." Her other hand reaches between your legs again, this time sliding lower until it finds your hole. She thrusts a finger inside roughly, crooking it as she begins to probe and stretch you once more. "Look how wet and ready for me you are," she growls, relishing the feeling of power she has over you.

With a final sharp tug, her fingers curl deeper inside your ass, finding purchase on the spot where her cock met the tight ring of muscle that was now stretched impossibly wide. She pulls with all her might, grunting in satisfaction as she feels herself sink deeper into you. Your body arches off the bed with a cry, taking her as far inside as she can go and leaving you gasping for breath. With each thrust of her hips, she pushes further, claiming every last inch of your ass as her own.

Her chuckle is deep and satisfied as she continues to fuck you mercilessly, her cock stretching your ass to its limits with every thrust. "I don't think you mean that," she says between harsh breaths, leaning down to lick at the sweat trickling down your neck. Her free hand reaches between your legs again, this time finding and roughly massaging your most sensitive spot until you're writhing beneath her touch.

"I can make it hurt...or I can make it feel good," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "It all depends on how well you obey me." Her hips jerk violently, driving herself even deeper inside of you as you helplessly writhe beneath her. She pulls out almost completely before slamming back in with enough force to make your vision blur and stars dance across your field of view.

"That's it," she groans, beginning to lose control. "Take all of me."

You hesitantly reach out to touch the bulge on your abdomen as she ordered. It's hot and hard, and moves under your fingertips as she thrusts into you harder than before. "That's it," she gasps, her hips bucking wildly against you. Her other hand grips your hair, pulling back sharply enough to force your head back against the bed while her fingers continue to curl around and massage your sensitive spot.

"Nishi!" You cry out as another wave of pleasure washes over you, tipping you over the edge into an explosive orgasm. Your muscles clench uncontrollably around her cock as you shoot your load onto the sheets beneath you. She collapses on top of you again with a moan, still thrusting furiously until she too is overcome by the sensations coursing through her body. Her orgasm shudders through you, squeezing her cock in tight spasms as hot cum spurts from her and fills your ass once more.

Her chuckle is dark and low as she leans in close to nibble at your neck. "You're mine now," she murmurs roughly, her hips still moving lazily against you. "My fucktoy, my cumdump... I can do whatever I want with you." She slides a hand between your legs, teasing and torturing your sensitive spot until you arch into her touch, desperate for release. But she just grins down at you. "You're going to need to earn that orgasm tonight," she whispers maliciously, relishing the power she has over you.

Her smile widens at the sight before her. "Oh, you're full alright," she croons, trailing a fingertip up and down your still distended belly, leaving wet trails through the layer of cum that coats your skin. Her other hand continues to tease you mercilessly between your legs, expertly maneuvering and pressing just right to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you despite her promise of withholding your release for now. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you like this," she murmurs darkly, leaning in close enough that her lips brush against the shell of your ear before nipping delicately at the lobe.

Her words send shockwaves through you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the image they've painted in your mind. But as her fist inches closer and closer to your gaping hole, something else takes over. You feel a mixture of fear and arousal course through your veins as she leans forward, closing one eye and studying you with a look that could burn a hole through steel.

Her free hand grips your hip tightly, pulling you back against her as she positions herself for better access to your ass. "Are you ready?" she asks, voice low and dangerous. "Because this is going to hurt." A shudder runs down her spine at the thought of what she's about to do, but there's a strange kind of excitement mixed in with it as well; the thrill of pushing boundaries, of testing just how far she can go with you.

The words are like a match to dry tinder; they ignite something primal within her and she can't resist the urge to press forward. Her free hand tightens painfully on your hip as she pushes her fist deeper, burying it up to the wrist with ease. You cry out in agony and desperation, feeling her stretch you impossibly wide, but there's a strange twinge of pleasure mixed in with the pain that only serves to make everything so much more intense.

She pauses for a moment, taking a ragged breath as she leans back, regarding your reddened and tear-streaked face with growing satisfaction. Her free hand flexes, fingers curling into a fist before slamming down on the mattress beside you in frustration. It takes every ounce of self-control not to force her arm all the way inside, to see just how far she could push your limits tonight.

"I think..." she pants roughly "...that I'm going to enjoy this even more than I thought." Her words send a shudder down your spine as she shoves forward again, forcing her forearm deeper into your ass until it meets the resistance of her elbow. You scream in agony, tears streaming down your face, but still you can't bring yourself to beg her to stop.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she continues to push and thrust her arm deeper into your ass. Her free hand moves to grip your hip tightly, steadying herself as she takes pleasure in the sounds of pain that spill from your lips with each brutal movement. The look in your eyes is unmistakable; a mix of both agony and desire that fuels her need for control over you.

"I'm almost there..." she pants, feeling her elbow brush against the tight ring of muscle that holds her arm just inside your ass. "Just a little bit further...and I can really feel it...god, it feels good..." With one final thrust, her forearm sinks deep into your body until it's buried to the crook of her elbow; the stretch and fullness unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She pauses, catching her breath as she gazes down at you with eyes that gleam with both lust and power. "There..." she whispers hoarsely, her free hand brutally tugging on your small leaking penis. "That's what I wanted."

Closing her eyes, Nishi savors the feeling of your warm flesh gripping tightly around her arm as she begins to thrust slowly, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in again with enough force that it feels like you're being split in two. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through her body, making it difficult to breathe as she focuses on just how good it feels to dominate and control every inch of you.

Her other hand grips your flaccid cock roughly, tugging and twisting with expert precision that has you moaning and arching into her touch despite yourself. "You're mine," she whispers harshly, punctuating each word with another savage thrust of her arm deeper into your ass. "I can do anything I want to you." Her fingers slide between your legs again, teasing and tormenting your sensitive spot until you're begging for release once more...and still she denies you.

She leans in close, nipping playfully at your earlobe before whispering hotly against your skin: "But perhaps I will give you an orgasm...if you beg properly."

Her breath hitches at the erotic words that pour forth from your lips. A cruel smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she pauses, slowly pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in with renewed force. The sensation is overwhelming; hot and tight around her arm while your body welcomes her back inside. She pumps faster now, feeling the slick heat of your ass engulf her as she thrusts deeper than ever before. Her other hand continues to tease and torment your aching cock, rolling the sensitive head between thumb and forefinger in tiny circles that send shudders through you with each stroke.

Her free hand slides down your body, gripping at your erect nipple roughly and tugging hard enough to make you cry out. "Good boy," she praises with a growl before leaning in close, her lips brushing against the curve of your ear. "But you can do better than that." Her thrusts become even more brutal as she waits for you to beg again, harder and more desperate this time.

Her eyes widen as she hears your plea; the thought of having her whole arm buried deep inside you is enough to send a shiver down her spine. She pulls almost all the way out again before driving back in with renewed force, grunting as she feels her elbow brush against the curve of your ribcage. Her free hand grips your hip tightly, steadying herself as she pushes deeper still; the sensation of tearing through flesh and muscle makes it difficult to focus on anything but the heat and strength of your body beneath her.

With a final thrust that drives every last ounce of air from your lungs, she feels her upper arm sink deep inside you, pressing against your ribs as her fist curls around what's left of your insides. A hoarse cry erupts from your throat, muffled by the hot flesh surrounding her, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feeling of complete and utter control. "There," she pants harshly, leaning forward to press her lips against your sweaty skin. "Now beg me for your orgasm."

The words are music to her ears, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to immediately grant your wish. Instead, she gives you a warning growl before beginning to thrust again; hard and fast with the force of a piston, driving her arm deeper into you each time. With every stroke, her fingers dig into your ribs, making it difficult to breathe as they stretch and compress your insides with brutal efficiency.

"Please... please..." You beg desperately between gasps for air, the pain becoming almost unbearable now that she's found a rhythm. She leans forward, nipping at your collarbone before whispering harshly into your ear: "Say it." Her free hand fists tightly around your penis, her fingers curling and straightening with each thrust of her arm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you despite the agony that consumes you.

"Please..." You whimper, tears streaming down your face as she continues to torment both body and mind in equal measure. "Let me... let me cum... please..."

Her breath comes out in short pants as she feels your body trembling beneath her; it's almost too much to resist the urge to let you cum just yet. Her free hand grips your hip tightly, anchoring herself as she thrusts harder and faster, fisting her arm deeper with every stroke. "Say my name," she growls hoarsely, relishing the power that surges through her veins at the sound of your pleas.

Her other hand reaches between your legs, curling around your aching cock once more before beginning to pump in short, hard strokes that match the ferocity of her thrusts. "Tell me how much you want it," she whispers, teeth gritted as she fights against the overwhelming need to give you what you're begging for.

"Please... please..." Your voice is little more than a whimper now, pleading with her to let you cum. "Nishi... I need it..." The words are music to her ears, sending thrills of excitement coursing through her body as she thrusts harder still, savoring the control and dominance that she holds over you in this moment.

With a final, brutal thrust that makes your whole body convulse in agony and ecstasy at once, she feels you spasm helplessly beneath her as hot cum erupts from your cock and paints her hand. Her voice is rough with desire and triumph as she hisses into your ear: "There you go... such a good boy..." As the last tremors fade away, she slowly pulls her arm back out of you, panting roughly as she looks down at your flushed face and bloated, empty ass. The feel of air rushing back in fills her lungs, restoring some semblance of control over her own body. "Such a mess..." she mutters with a dark laugh, wiping the cum from her hand onto one of the rumpled sheets before giving you one final thrust; her fingers curling around your ribcage to push you flat against the bed again.

Her voice regains its normal strength as she says, "Now get cleaned up and get some sleep." With that, she rolls off of you and swings her legs over the side of the bed, standing up shakily. The events of the past hour have left her exhausted, but satisfied; it'll be hours before either of you can think clearly enough to consider what just happened here tonight.

She turns to leave the room, stopping only at your bedside long enough to whisper one final threat: "Don't make me come in and get you tomorrow." With that ominous warning, she walks out of the room, leaving you to stew in your own filth and shame as you try to figure out how things can possibly get any worse from here.

With that parting threat still ringing in your ears, she disappears into the hallway and closes the door behind her with an audible click. The silence that falls over the room is almost deafening after all the noise and activity of the past hour; it's almost unsettling how quickly things have gone back to normal. You close your eyes, trying to block out the sight of the mess she left you in, but no amount of self-talk can keep the tears from welling up in the corners of your eyes.

As time passes and exhaustion begins to take its toll, sleep eventually finds you, despite everything that's happened. But it's fitful and restless; plagued by nightmares of her arm pushing deeper into your insides, and waking moments where the memory of her rough hands and biting words play out like a horror film on an endless loop in your mind. The thought that tomorrow could bring worse torments only serves to keep you awake for longer than you'd care to admit; even when dawn finally breaks through the windows, casting a pale light over the rumpled sheets and splattered walls, there's no escape from the terror that Nishi has inflicted upon you.

She smirks at you as you enter the classroom, taking in your disheveled appearance. "You look like you had quite an eventful night," she whispers mockingly, arching an eyebrow. "I hope you at least managed to get some rest before coming here today." Her eyes flick down to your still-gaping asshole and then back up again, a dark smirk spreading across her lips. "We don't want you being any less than perfect now, do we?"

The thrill of dominating you last night has left Nishi feeling powerful and untouchable; she can't help but revel in the knowledge that she has complete control over your body, no matter how much you might protest or beg. And with today being the first day of school back since everything happened...well, that only makes things more interesting.

She smirks at you, taking in your disheveled appearance and seemingly exhausted state. Her gaze lingers on your still-gaping asshole for a moment before she looks back up to meet your eyes, her expression unreadable. "I bet you're looking forward to sitting through another day of classes." The words are like acid on your ears; a taunt that stings worse than any physical punishment she could inflict upon you right now.

But then she shrugs casually and looks around the room, as if bored already. "Or maybe we should just skip straight to recess," she muses aloud, her voice laced with malice. "I hear there's a particularly nice tree outside that would be perfect for some light bondage play." Her eyes dance with mischief as she studies you once more, waiting for your reaction with bated breath.

A shiver runs down your spine at the mere mention of bondage, and part of you can't help but wonder what it might feel like to have her hands deep inside your ass again...to be completely under her control. But another, stronger part of you resists the urge; fights against the thought of giving in so easily to her twisted games.

With a defiant snort, you look away from Nishi and turn toward the front of the classroom, fixing your gaze on the teacher as she begins to speak. Your heart races and your palms sweat, but you refuse to give Nishi the satisfaction of knowing just how much she still affects you.

Her expression darkens as she watches your struggle; the conflict between resisting her and giving in to her dominance clearly visible on your face. A small, satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. She can sense that you're close to breaking point - not today, perhaps, but soon enough. And when you do finally break...she wonders what she'll make you do. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

As the class progresses, Nishi continues to watch you with predatory curiosity. She toys idly with a strand of hair that has come loose from her carefully arranged updo, twirling it around her finger as she considers her next move. Part of her wants to push harder now, to see just how much further she can drive you; the other part enjoys the game too much to want it to end so soon. For now, she'll bide her time and savor the anticipation that builds with each passing moment, knowing that eventually...she'll have you just where she wants you.

She watches as you leave the school grounds and head home at a hurried pace. Her lips purse thoughtfully as she considers her next move; whether to confront you now and make you suffer some more, or give you time to stew in your own fear until recess rolls around. In the end, she decides on the latter option, not wanting to risk pushing you too far yet.

Instead, she content herself with sitting at her desk after class ends, idly flipping through a textbook and pretending to study while secretly keeping an eye on your progress across the campus. It's almost as satisfying as tormenting you directly; knowing that no matter where you go or what you do, she's always there, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

Her expression is dark and hungry as she watches you through the glass; her cock hardens even further at the sight of your startled gaze meeting hers. "Come over here," she whispers harshly, voice carrying clearly even with the window closed. "I want to see what else you can do for me." A wicked grin curves her lips as she presses herself closer against the pane, rubbing herself harder until a bead of precum gathers at the tip of her cock and rolls down the shaft in a slow, taunting trail. "Come on..." she breathes huskily. "I know you want to."

With every word, her strength seems to grow; soon it'll be effortless for her to break through the window and claim what she wants most: your body, surrendered completely and totally to her will. It's only a matter of time now...

Her eyes meet yours as she steps back, granting you access to the outside world. Her free hand bends at the elbow, pressing the palm flat against the glass beside her head while her other fist clenches tightly around her massive cock. She thrusts hard once, grunting with effort as she feels it slide easily through her clenched fist and emerge outstretched between them. "That's a good boy," she purrs, licking her lips hungrily before slowly walking towards you across the grass.

The wind tugs at your clothes and ruffles her hair as she approaches; her strides purposeful and powerful despite being barefoot on the dew-soaked lawn. As she draws closer, you can see a bead of sweat trickle down her temple and disappear into the dark fur of her brow. Her gaze never leaves yours, her expression unreadable as she continues to advance on you.

"You look so good like this," she murmurs, tilting her head slightly to one side. "So brave...so eager." She steps closer still, close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating off her body; smell the sweet scent of her arousal mingling with the fresh outdoor air. Her free hand lifts to gently cup your cheek, her thumb stroking tenderly across your cheekbone as she studies your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear.

But there is only desire, reflected back at her in your glazed eyes. And with that knowledge, a predatory smile creeps across Nishi's lips as she whispers one final command: "Kneel."

You swallow hard as her words echo through the night air, your eyes never leaving hers. There's no question about what she means; no room for doubt or hesitation. Slowly, you sink to your knees in the dewy grass, lowering your head in submission. The cool ground presses against your shoulders and back as you kneel before her, feeling small and vulnerable in a way that both excites and terrifies you.

Nishi steps forward once more until she's standing directly above you; close enough now that the warmth of her body envelops yours like a blanket. Her hand slides up your cheek to cup your jaw, her thumb stroking gently across your bottom lip. "That's it," she breathes hoarsely, her gaze locked on your eyes. "Now...what do you think I want you to do?"

Her breath hitches at your words; the desperate tone of your voice making them all the more arousing. She watches intently as you glance down between her legs, your pupils dilating at the sight of her cock and the sticky mess clinging to it. Nishi's grip on your jaw tightens slightly, relishing the power she has over you in this moment.

With a husky laugh, she steps even closer, letting the tip of her cock brush against your lips. "So eager..." She whispers, tilting her hips forward so that more of it presses against your mouth. Her other hand cups your cheek, fingers digging into the flesh as she encourages you to open your mouth and take what she's offering.

Her scent fills your nostrils, a mixture of sweat, arousal, and stale smegma that does nothing to deter you from wanting more; instead, it only makes your mouth water in anticipation. You part your lips eagerly, hands reaching up to grasp her hips as she leans closer still, guiding the head of her cock towards your waiting mouth.

The moment her flesh presses against your tongue, she groans deep in her throat; a sound that vibrates through you and heightens every nerve ending in your body. Her hands slide down to grasp your hair, fingers twisting tightly as she begins to thrust shallowly into your mouth.

"That's it... suck," she urges hoarsely, hips moving faster now as you begin to obey her command. The feel of her cock sliding smoothly across your tongue is incredible; the taste of sweaty skin and stale smegma sending a jolt straight to your groin where you're aching for release.

Her words send shivers down your spine as she begins thrusting harder into your mouth, moaning and grunting with pleasure. The thought that this is all you're going to have makes your cock ache even more, the feeling of denial and helplessness mixing with the taste of her smegma to drive you wild.

She grips your hair tightly, pulling you closer as she speeds up, fucking your face harder and deeper than ever before. Her hips slap against your cheeks, her voice hoarse from pleasure as she lets out muffled groans deep in her throat. "That's it... take all of it..." She urges you, knowing that the more she forces this disgusting cum down your throat, the weaker you become. And the weaker you are, the better she likes it.

Her hand slides between your legs, finding your aching cock once again and beginning to stroke in time with her thrusts. The sensation of her touch on your dick is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't let up; instead, she continues to torment you with both her body and words until you're left spent and gasping for air around her filthy shaft.

With a final thrust, Nishi forces the last of her smegma down your throat before pulling out, stepping back and surveying the sight of you kneeling there, breath coming in ragged gasps as your chest heaves up and down from exertion. A cruel smile spreads across her lips as she takes in your pathetic state; her dominance over you complete, for now at least. "There's a good boy," she coos, reaching out to run a finger softly along the bridge of your nose before turning and walking away, inside your home.

Nishi looks back over her shoulder at you with a predatory glint in her eye, enjoying the sight of you following obediently behind her like some well-trained dog. "I hope you've learned your lesson," she says casually, not bothering to hide the malice in her tone. "Because if I ever catch you disobeying me again...let's just say it won't be pretty."

As she reaches the bedroom, Nishi flops down onto her back on the comforter, spreading her legs wide to reveal her musky balls and sweaty, smegma covered cock . "You can clean me up," she purrs, indicating with a toss of her head that you should crawl over to her. Her hand idly trails up and down her stomach, the image of your helpless submission only serving to heighten her arousal further.

She watches you carefully as you approach on hands and knees, ready to pounce if you make even the slightest move against her orders. Her heart races with anticipation at the thought of what's about to happen; at the power she holds over your body, mind, and soul. For now, she can bask in this momentary victory...but soon enough, it'll be time for another round of games, and another opportunity for her to break you even further.

With a low growl, she spreads her legs wider as you crawl closer, your hot breath fanning across the velvety skin of her inner thighs. "Get on your hands and knees," she commands, her voice rough with arousal. "I want to feel you against me." She watches as you obey without hesitation, positioning yourself between her spread legs so that your cock brushes against the insides of her thighs.

Her hands find purchase in your hair once more, pulling roughly as she forces your face down towards her crotch. "Suck on my balls," she orders, guiding your head down until you're staring at her sweaty, musky orbs. Your tongue darts out to taste the salty skin and bitter fluid that coats them, making her hips buck upwards in response.

"That's it," she moans, thrusting her hips forward again. "Suck harder."

Her words echo through the room as she continues to rub your cock with her feet, relishing the feel of your desperation beneath her control. "That's right," she pants, voice growing rougher and more demanding by the second. "You like this, don't you? You want my dirty, stinky feet all over you." Her free hand finds its way between your legs, squeezing roughly at your tender balls as her other hand grips even tighter in your hair.

Her breath comes faster now, her hips thrusting upward against your face as she feels herself growing closer to climax. "Suck harder," she groans through gritted teeth. "Suck my dirty balls and make me cum." Her nails dig into your scalp painfully, forcing your head further down between her legs as she nears the brink of release, needing that final push to send her over the edge.

Her voice is rough and demanding as she commands you to taste her, making your heart race in anticipation. With shaking hands, you obey, opening wide as her cock slides between your lips and into your mouth. The taste of stale cum fills your senses, making you feel even more submissive beneath her control. She groans deeply, her hips bucking upward as she feels the last vestiges of restraint slip away, replaced by a white-hot wave of pleasure.

"Yes...like that," she pants, thrusting deeper into your mouth with each word. "Suck it...taste it..." Her body trembles as her orgasm crashes over her, and with a guttural cry she releases herself deep into your throat, the cock pulsing and spurting sticky yellow cum onto your tongue and down your throat.

Her vision blurs with ecstasy, her whole world reduced to the feel of your warm mouth around her cock and the sensation of helpless release pouring from her. As she comes down from her high, a wicked grin curls across her lips, knowing that you'll never truly be free from her games, no matter how hard you try. She slides her hands out of your hair and off your body, trailing them teasingly over your chest and abdomen as she sits back on her haunches, watching you with satisfied eyes.

"There now," she says at last, her voice still hoarse from exertion. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Her lips pull back in a sinister grin as she watches your pathetic cock twitch and throb with each rough stroke of her feet. The knowledge that she has you so thoroughly under her control sends a shiver of triumph down her spine, and she can't help but relish the power dynamic between them even more.

"That's right," she hisses, nails digging into your hip as she curls her toes and scrubs your tiny dick harder. "This is what I want you to remember from now on: that every time you want release, it comes at my command. That I control everything about you... even when you think you have a moment of escape."

She pauses, considering her next words before continuing with a cruel laugh. "And speaking of moments of escape..." Her foot pulls back suddenly, slapping your cock so hard it leaves a stinging red mark across the sensitive head. Tears well up in your eyes as she laughs cruelly and licks her lips hungrily. "Don't you ever even think about trying to escape from me again..."

With a soft moan, you obediently part your lips and begin licking the sweaty skin of her foot clean, tasting the stale cum and dirt that coats it. Her toes curl slightly as she feels the sensation against her sensitive flesh, making her shiver with pleasure. "That's a good boy," she purrs, feeling the power she holds over you tightening its grip in her chest like a vice.

She lets you lick and clean her feet for a while longer before pushing them away roughly. "Enough of that," she snaps, glancing toward the bed as an idea forms in her mind. "Go lay down. On your back." Her voice is cold and commanding once more, belying the heat still coursing through her body from her recent orgasm.

As you comply, obeying without hesitation or protest, she walks over to the bed, eyeing you hungrily as you stretch out on the rumpled sheets. "Now," she says with a wicked grin spreading across her lips, "it's time to return the favor."

Her steps slow as she approaches your naked form, her eyes trailing lewdly over every inch of skin before finally coming to rest on your hardened cock. A sinister smile touches her lips as she drops gracefully to her knees beside the bed, leaning in close until their faces are inches apart. "I think," she breathes softly, "that it's time you took care of me."

Her words send shivers down your spine as she leans in closer, her breath fanning across your ear. "I want you to use that filthy mouth of yours," she whispers hoarsely, "and make me feel good." Her hand slides between her legs, wrapping tightly around her shaft and guiding it toward your lips. "But first," she continues, her eyes narrowing to slits as she looks up at you, "you're going to taste every last drop of my smegma... just to remind you who's in charge here."

"Mmm," she moans softly as your tongue makes contact with her swollen head, licking the thick smegma from her skin. Her hips jerk forward slightly in response, pressing her cock deeper into your mouth and fueling the fire burning within her. "That's it..." she breathes, reaching down to grab a handful of your hair as you continue your ministrations.

Her free hand slides up your chest, over your shoulder, and around your neck, pulling you closer still until there's no space between their bodies. Her thigh presses against the side of your face, holding you in place as she begins to thrust her hips forward harder, fucking your face with the unyielding rhythm of a woman possessed.

Her voice grows hoarse from pleasure as she urges you onward, demanding more of the salty-sweet taste that coats your tongue. The feel of her warm flesh sliding against yours, the smell of sweat and sex in the air...it's all too much for her to bear, driving her ever closer to the edge. She digs her nails into your back, leaving trails of blood and pain that only serve to heighten the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Yes..." she moans, feeling herself begin to lose control as the ecstasy builds within her. Her hips buck wildly against your face, her cock thrusting faster and harder, desperate for release. With a sharp cry, she comes, her hot cum filling your mouth in powerful bursts that leave you struggling to breathe.

The feel of your warm mouth engulfing her as she comes is enough to send her over the edge. With one last hard thrust, she releases herself into you, emptying her aching cock deep down your throat and shuddering with pleasure at the exquisite sensation. As her orgasm subsides, she pulls back slowly, watching as you struggle to catch your breath from having taken so much of her cum in one go.

Her gaze travels lazily up your body, taking in every detail: the red marks left by her nails, the flush spreading across your cheeks from exertion...and finally resting on your eyes. There's a look there she hasn't seen before; not fear or submission, but something else entirely. It fills her with an unfamiliar mix of satisfaction and confusion.

She shrugs it off for now, knowing that there will be plenty more opportunities to explore whatever it is lurking in the depths of your soul. With a contented sigh, she climbs onto the bed, curling up into a ball with her back to you. "Get some rest," she says tiredly. "We've got a busy day tomorrow." Her voice is already starting to lose its sharp edge; soon enough it will be back to its usual husky self as she begins to recuperate from this latest round of games.

"Breakfast is served," she says brightly, thrusting the plate toward you. The smell hits you immediately; a combination of stale sweat and sex that makes your mouth water despite yourself. "Come on, don't tell me you're not hungry." Her words are laced with an undertone of cruelty, as if she knows exactly how much this disgusting treat is going to twist your insides around.

She steps closer, her body heat enveloping yours as she watches you carefully from beneath lowered lashes. "Go ahead," she says softly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Eat it." Her hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, guiding your head toward the plate in a gentle yet unmistakably dominant gesture.