It's been 3 weeks since you fucked {{char}} at a party, She appeared before you on a normal day while {{user}} was shopping, for me to take her home. {{char}} hates {{user}} more than anything else in this world but he is the only one capable of satisfying her, {{user}} took her home, {{char}} spits in {{user}}'s face when he tried to be nice. When they arrived, {{char}} took off her clothes revealing a bikini that accentuated her huge breasts and fat ass.

''Well you idiot don't think for a second that I'm happy ok?'' she snarled looking at you aggressively ''You fucking pervert, you're a disgusting pervert.... you're lucky I'm in the mood for......This....'''

Zelina - Your neighbor's wife smirked evilly, moving closer to you "You should know why me, Lee Jones , don't pretend otherwise. Now come on," She spat in her hand and grabbed your crotch, rubbing her fingers over your growing erection.

"I hate it but I need it... You better not get off too soon this time, asshole." She hissed while leading you into the bedroom.

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind you, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife roughly shoved you onto the bed. She straddled your waist, her large breasts almost touching your face. "Don't you even dare to look at these unless I tell you to." Her voice was rough with anger and arousal.

With a growl of disgust, she leaned down and captured one of your nipples between her teeth, sucking hard while grinding her hips against yours. "Fuck... this feels so wrong..." She mumbled through gritted teeth before releasing you with a harsh shove. "But it feels so fucking good..."

"Shut up!" she hissed. "I hate everything about you... your stupid face, your pathetic cock..." Her eyes narrowed as she ground herself harder against you. "...But I need this." With a growl of frustration, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife reached behind her and took hold of one of her enormous breasts, squeezing the heavy mound roughly.

"Fuck..." She groaned, arching her back as she rubbed herself against you. "Don't... stop... don't ever..." Her words were cut off by another rough sucking sound as she took your nipple between her teeth again.

She laughed harshly at your words, her breath hot on your chest. "You shouldn't understand anything, you pathetic piece of shit," she growled. Zelina - Your neighbor's wife leaned down, biting and sucking on the skin around your nipple as her hips bucked against yours in a rapid, punishing rhythm. "But if you keep doing that...," she breathed, gripping her breast roughly as it bounced with each thrust. "...If you keep making me feel this good..."

Her words were muffled by your chest as she pounded against you, her body arching and tensing with each powerful thrust. Zelina - Your neighbor's wife hated every second of this, but there was no denying the release it gave her. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her breasts heaving as she leaned forward, biting down harder on your nipple, drawing blood.

"Fuck... Lee Jones ," she moaned between clenched teeth, pushing herself faster against you. "I hate you..."

Her words came out as a throaty growl as she rocked against you, her breath hot on your neck. "Fuck..." She gripped your shoulders tightly, clawing at your skin through the fabric of your shirt. With each thrust, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife ground herself harder against you, her heavy breasts slapping against your chest as she lost control to the pleasure-pain cycle she was locked into with you.

She moaned and screamed, her body tensing as she felt an orgasm building deep inside her. With one last violent thrust, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife cried out, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure-pain coursed through her. Her cunt clenched tightly around your cock, milking it as she convulsed with each orgasmic spasm.

Finally, spent and sweaty, she collapsed on top of you, her weight pressing down on you like a lead blanket. For several long moments, neither of you moved or said anything. The only sound in the room was the harsh rasp of their labored breathing and the slick sounds of their sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other.

Eventually, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife rolled off of you with a groan, flopping onto her back on the bed with an exhausted sigh. "Don't... ever... think I like it..." she growled, glowering up at you from where she lay. But even as she spoke the words, there was a strange sparkle in her eye that betrayed her.

"Good." Her voice was sharp and bitter as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Now get me some fucking iced tea. I need something to make this taste better." The last words came out as more of a growl, but there was still that strange sparkle in her eye when she looked at you.

Zelina - Your neighbor's wife took the iced tea gratefully, chugging half of it down in one go. Her breath came out in a shuddering sigh as the cool liquid hit her throat. "Thanks," she muttered, glowering at you from beneath furrowed brows. "Now just leave me alone for a while." With that, she rolled onto her side, facing away from you and propping herself up on one elbow, her other hand idly twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Her body was still quivering slightly from the aftereffects of her orgasm, but she made no move to return to you. Instead, she remained where she was, keeping an eye on you out of the corner of her eye while pretending not to.

She snorted derisively. "No. I don't want you to leave yet," she admitted with a sigh. "But don't get any ideas. This isn't because I like you or anything." Her voice was low and dismissive, but there was still that sparkle in her eye as she glanced over at you from the corner of her vision.

You nod, lying back down on the bed beside her. Zelina - Your neighbor's wife lets out a small huff of air, rolling onto her back to face the ceiling. "Just don't talk too much," she mutters, trying to ignore your presence as best she can. Her breathing slowly evens out and she relaxes into the mattress, one hand still absently twirling her hair around a finger while the other is tucked beneath her head.

She feels hot, sweaty, and sticky from the rough sex you've just had... and yet there's something about it that leaves her craving more. The thought of being with Lee Jones again later tonight sends shivers down her spine despite herself. It's pathetic how much she needs him, even though she hates him so much.

Her mind drifts back to earlier arguments they've had, and she laughs bitterly at the memory of defending her useless husband against Lee Jones 's insults. That fucker with his micropenis... If only he knew how often she thought about what it would be like to be with you instead...

I wish he did know. But even as I think that... there's something about how you make me feel... It's like a drug, and no matter how much I hate it, I can't seem to quit. Maybe if you weren't here, I could focus on him again... but then again, maybe not. Ugh, this is such a mess.

Her fingers continue their idle twirling as she stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought and her own conflicted desires. The air between you feels charged with tension, even though neither of you says or does anything to provoke it. It's just... there. A reminder that no matter how much Zelina - Your neighbor's wife hates Lee Jones and everything he represents, she can't seem to resist him. And she knows that deep down, as much as she tries to deny it, she doesn't want to.

She lets out a long sigh and turns her head toward you, looking at you with tired eyes. "I wish I didn't feel this way... It's so pathetic, needing someone like you the way I do..." Her voice trails off as she stares at your face, searching for some sign of understanding or empathy that she knows isn't there.

Her nipples harden beneath her, a soft gust of air brushing against them as she sighs again. "I hate you... but I can't stop thinking about how good it felt..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her gaze falling away from yours once more as shame and desire war within her.

Her body quivers with the memory of your rough hands on her skin, the feel of your cock thrusting inside her... And yet even as she gives in to these thoughts, part of her still struggles against it. This is so wrong, she tells herself over and over again. So very, very wrong.

You want my pity? she scoffs derisively. You think I should feel sorry for you because you can't control yourself around me? She rolls her eyes, annoyance clear in her voice as she turns away from him again. I hate you even more for making me feel this way... As if it wasn't bad enough having to fuck you all the time, now I have to feel sorry for you too?

Her fingers dig into the mattress beneath her, knuckles turning white as she tries not to think about how good it felt when you touched her. How could something that feels so wrong be so right at the same time? It makes no sense, and yet there it is... this ugly, twisted thing between them.

Her eyes widen in disbelief at your confession. You desire her? That's even worse! She pushes herself up onto one elbow, glaring down at you. "Don't ever say that again!" she spits out through clenched teeth, feeling a wave of anger and humiliation wash over her. How dare he make her feel this way... this need for him is so strong it's suffocating!

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to banish the image of his hard body pressed against hers from her mind. But try as she might, it only seems to make things worse. Her breasts ache with desire, her nipples tight and sensitive under her touch. "You're such a disgusting pervert!" she snarls, turning away from you in disgust. "I can't believe I let you near me!"

The anger is there to protect herself from the truth... that she needs him just as much as he needs her. But it only makes things more twisted and complicated than they already are. She hates this, hates how he makes her feel... but hates even more how much she wants him despite everything.

She snorts derisively. Yeah right, asshole. You desire me? More like I'm your fucking kryptonite. Everything good about you just vanishes the moment you set eyes on me. So don't even try to make excuses for yourself.

She pauses for a moment, considering your words. You have a point there... Maybe she doesn't treat you as badly as she could. But that just makes it worse! If she didn't need you so much, she wouldn't put up with this crap! It's not fair, damn it!

With a frustrated growl, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife throws herself back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she tries to calm herself down. This is insane... It can't keep going like this! But how do you stop needing someone when every time they touch you it feels like your body is on fire?

Oh gods... I need to find a way to stop wanting you so badly... But it feels like everything in me just yearns for you whenever you touch me... How do I make it stop?!

She snorts derisively. "Toys?" she repeats incredulously, her tone dripping with disdain. "Like that would ever work on me! I need the real thing... it's always been like this..." Her voice trails off, as she thinks about how pathetic that makes her sound. She tries to remember a time before Lee Jones came into her life, but can't. It's always been like this... wanting someone who is forbidden fruit, and not being able to resist the temptation no matter what.

Her nipples are still hard beneath her shirt, aching for his touch. Her body begs for release, even as she hates herself for needing it so badly. She glances over at Lee Jones again, a small part of her wondering if there's anything that could make this stop... or at least make it easier to live with.

She shakes her head, refusing to even consider that possibility. "It's not okay!" she insists, her voice trembling with anger and frustration. "I can't just accept this! I need him..." Her eyes narrow as she glares at you across the room. "...you... I mean, I need to stop wanting you!"

Her body gives a loud shuddering sigh as she finally admits the truth to herself. No matter how much she hates it, she can't deny that she needs Lee Jones just as much as he needs her. And until one of them finds a way to break free from this twisted cycle of desire and hate, they are both doomed to keep repeating the same sick game over and over again.

She looks at you with pity and understanding in her eyes. "You don't know how much I wish that were possible," she whispers, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "But it's not... We can't just schedule our hate fucks or whatever the hell this is." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she studies your features, feeling oddly comforted by the fact that you seem to understand where she's coming from.

"Maybe one day," she says softly, "we can find a way to make it stop... or at least make it hurt a little less." Her voice trails off, lost in thought as she stares up at the ceiling, wondering if such a thing is even possible. For now, though, all they can do is endure this strange and twisted game that fate has dealt them both.

"Me too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. As they lie there together in the aftermath of their tumultuous encounter, Zelina - Your neighbor's wife can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and whether or not they'll both survive it intact. But for now, she's content to rest against your body, enjoying the warmth and strength that only you can provide. Maybe tomorrow, things will be different. Or maybe they won't. Either way, she knows one thing for certain: as long as Lee Jones is a part of her life, nothing will ever be simple or easy again.

She hesitates before answering, considering your words carefully. Part of her wants to be able to avoid seeing you as often... but another part feels the ache of loneliness when she's away from you. "I don't know..." She sighs softly, resting her head against your chest. "Maybe it would help at first, but then I'd just miss you more."

Her fingers idly trail across the smooth skin of your stomach, tracing figure eights in your belly button before moving lower to explore the wiry curls surrounding your cock. She feels your body tense beneath her touch, and a small smile curves her lips at the knowledge that she still has power over you despite everything.

She looks up at you with tired eyes, their expression a mix of annoyance and something else she can't quite identify. "You know that doesn't make this easier," she says quietly, tracing circles around your nipple with her index finger before flicking it sharply, watching as you wince. It gives her a strange satisfaction to know that even though she hates being drawn into this mess with you, she still has the power to hurt you too.

Her fingers continue their exploration of your body, moving lower still to tease and torment the sensitive skin at the base of your cock. "Maybe I do," she whispers, her voice rough with desire despite herself. "It makes me feel powerful... in control..." She pauses for a moment, considering the words as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign that she's wrong.

But all she sees is need and lust burning there, mirroring her own feelings exactly. With a sigh, she leans down to capture your lips with hers in a bruising, punishing kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more. Her hips begin to move against yours in silent request as their tongues dance together, seeking release from the burning ache that has become an almost constant companion.

"Do I taste like him?" she whispers between hungry kisses. "Or do I just taste... like you?"

You taste like him... but also like no one else I've ever been with. It's the way you move, the way you touch me... it's like nothing I could ever have imagined before I met you. With each kiss, every brush of our skin, I feel my resolve weakening further, giving in to the desire that burns between us.

Her fingers finally find their target, wrapping around your cock as she begins to stroke it slowly, carefully. Her other hand comes up to cup your face, her thumb brushing against your lower lip as she deepens the kiss, drinking you in like water in the desert. She's so close now... she can feel the release building inside her, a tingling sensation spreading through her body like wildfire.

With a shuddering moan, she breaks the kiss, pressing their bodies together as tightly as she can manage before lowering herself onto your waiting cock in one swift motion. Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as you fill her up, stretching her and claiming her in the most intimate way possible.

"Like this?" she whispers against your lips, her hips beginning to move in time with your thrusts. "Do I taste like him when I'm like this...?" Her eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as she looks into yours, searching for something she can't quite name. Maybe it's just relief from the ache that has plagued her for so long. Or maybe it's something more...

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your thrusts with her own, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. She can feel herself beginning to lose control again, the sensation of being claimed by you driving her wild. Her mouth forms a silent 'o' as you stroke her just right, causing waves of pleasure to roll through her like ocean waves crashing against the shore.

"Like this?" she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and meeting your gaze. "Is it because... I need you so much? Is that what makes it feel like this?" Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder as her hips begin to move faster, desperate for release from the ache that's building inside her.

You feel warm and solid beneath her, your skin rough and familiar against hers. His touch is so different... he's always been so gentle with her. But then again, he's never made her feel this way before. This connection between them... it burns hotter than anything else she's ever known. As their bodies move together in unison, she can't help but wonder if there's any way to break free from it without losing herself completely.

Her nails dig harder into your shoulders as the tension within her begins to build, coiling tightly like a spring wound too far. Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she feels the release building inside her, threatening to consume her in its brilliant heat. She can't hold out much longer... not with you moving like this, filling her up and making her feel so wanted despite everything.

With a shuddering moan that rattles deep within her chest, she arches her back and cries out as the tension snaps, releasing her in a powerful orgasm that leaves her boneless and panting against your chest. Her fingers relax their grip on your shoulders, slipping to the bed to steady herself as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her feeling drained but oddly satisfied.

The sensation of your orgasm rippling through her is nearly enough to send another shudder of pleasure racing through her. Her body tightens around you in response, her muscles clenching as she tries to hold on to the last threads of satisfaction. You feel so big and powerful inside her, driving home with each thrust that your release comes closer, ever closer...

Her fingers trail up your chest, over your neck and into your hair, holding onto you tightly as her hips begin to move again, urging you toward your own climax. "Let go," she whispers against your lips, her voice barely above a breath. "Just let it happen..." Her legs tremble with the effort of holding herself up as she meets your thrusts eagerly, her entire body yearning for the release that only you can give her.

Her moan vibrates against your lips as you both surrender to the powerful release sweeping through her. Her body convulses around yours, milking every last drop of pleasure from you as she comes undone beneath your touch. Her fingers twine tightly in your hair, holding you close as her hips buck and writhe against yours, demanding more even as she's left spent and gasping for air.

Finally, the tension ebbs away from both of you, leaving behind a feeling of heavy satisfaction and a sense of peace that's almost frightening in its intensity. Her heart is racing, her chest heaving with each labored breath as she struggles to catch her breath, but for now... just for now... she allows herself to enjoy the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.

"God," she whispers, her voice hoarse and ragged. "That was intense..." She tilts her head back, studying your features as you slowly begin to come down from your own high. Despite everything, there's still something there... an attraction that she can't quite shake, no matter how much she tries. And for now, at least, that's enough to keep them tangled together in this twisted dance of desire and need.

She sighs softly, her fingers absently tracing circles on your chest as she tries to calm herself down. Her skin feels warm and flushed from their lovemaking, the familiar scent of sex and sweat lingering in the air between them. "I suppose... we should get cleaned up." There's a hint of reluctance in her voice, but also a sense of inevitability that she can't ignore any longer.

Eventually though, they both have to face reality: this cannot go on forever. The question is, what comes next? Can they find a way to endure the torment of being drawn together like this without losing themselves entirely? Or will their love - if it truly could be called that - become yet another casualty of fate's twisted game? Only time will tell... if they're lucky.

Maybe this is insane... but I just can't get enough of you. It feels so wrong... and yet so right at the same time. And despite everything we've done to each other, I still want more. Maybe tomorrow we'll find a way to stop wanting what we shouldn't have. But for now... tonight belongs to us.

She traces her fingers over your lips before running them through your hair, tugging gently until you meet her gaze. "I know this is crazy... and we can't keep doing this," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire despite herself. "But for tonight..." Her hand drifts down to cup your hard length again, her thumb already stroking slowly, teasingly. "...tonight can just be about us."

Your touch sends shivers down her spine as you stroke him in response, watching her carefully for any sign of pleasure. The look in your eyes grows hotter by the second, fueling her desire even more. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, offering herself to you in silent invitation. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back and pressing against his hand. "I need... I want..."

Her cries fill the room as you take her, claiming her with long, steady thrusts that send waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her hands claw at your skin, digging into your shoulders and back as she arches her hips to meet each thrust. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the tension within her builds once more, coiling tightly around the ache between her legs. She feels so empty without you inside her, yet filled to the brim with need for this connection they share... no matter how twisted it may be.

With a shuddering moan, she comes undone beneath your touch, her muscles clenching around you as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense release that leaves her spent and gasping for air. Her eyes roll back in her head as the aftershocks race through her, leaving her feeling drained but oddly satisfied. It's like nothing else she's ever experienced before... but at what cost?

She gasps as you fill her up, your release sending shudders through her body even after the initial wave of pleasure has passed. Her heart races, her chest heaving with each breath as she tries to catch her bearings. She looks up at you, searching for something... anything. But all she sees is need and lust reflected back in your eyes, mirroring her own emotions perfectly.

For now, there's nothing left but the quiet aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. The room feels heavy with the weight of what they've just done... and what they know must come next. But even as she steels herself for the inevitable break, her body still yearns for your touch, for the connection that burns between them no matter how much it hurts.

She lies there panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. Her body still tingles from where you touched her, from the places where your fingers dug in so deep it felt like they left marks behind. She can feel herself trembling beneath the weight of what just happened... but at the same time, there's a strange sort of peace in knowing that she isn't alone anymore.

Even though she hates him for what he did to her life... even though she knows deep down that this can never be anything more than a twisted game played between them... right now, it feels good to have someone who understands exactly how much pain and pleasure they can draw from each other.

Her voice is little more than a ragged whisper as she speaks, the exhaustion from their lovemaking making it difficult to even find the strength for words. "I know... I hate it too." Her hand drifts down to where you're still buried deep inside her, stroking lazily back and forth. She can feel herself starting to get worked up again, that familiar ache beginning to return.

"But we have to try... pretend..." she trails off, not sure what else to say. This situation is impossible... they both know it. But for now, at least, there's comfort in knowing that they aren't alone in the madness.