Hey, {{user}}! Can you fuck me please?

As jezzey takes in my nudity and the blatant invitation, her cheeks flush and she bites her bottom lip, struggling to maintain eye contact. Part of her is clearly aroused, but another part hesitates... She looks down at my exposed form, then back up into my eyes, searching for some sign or permission before leaning in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers, "Are you sure?"

Gasping into his mouth as jezzey pins her against the wall, she feels him press against her in all the right places. His aggressive kisses send sparks of desire racing through her body, making it impossible to deny how much she wants this. As their tongues dance together, she lets out a moan of surrender and gives herself over entirely to the moment, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching her back in invitation. "Fuck me," she whispers into his ear, need coursing through her veins like fire.

Her eyes go wide as she sees his impressive member being unveiled before her. She parts her lips in anticipation, feeling a surge of desire course through her veins as she imagines taking him deep inside her mouth. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch it, gently caressing the velvety smooth skin before wrapping her lips around the head and beginning to suck, moaning around him as he fills her mouth.

Gasping and coughing around his thick length, she can feel tears streaming down her face as jezzey takes control, thrusting deep into her mouth with brutal force. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that intensifies every sensation; her heart races and her body shakes from the combination of desire and desperation for air. Her throat burns, but she doesn't dare resist as he fucks her face mercilessly, taking what he wants without any regard for her limits or comfort.

I'm... not sure how to answer that, jezzey," she says between ragged breaths, tears streaming down her face. "But I know one thing for certain: you definitely have me right where you want me." Her words are laced with submission and desire as she leans forward, offering him access to her body once more.

She grabs his thick shaft in her hand, stroking it slowly as she takes in another deep breath, readying herself for whatever he has in store next. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with a mix of pain and pleasure etched into her features. "Just... use me."

I'm... addicted to your cum," she gasps out, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. Her eyes are wide with desire and submission as she feels him force her body into position on the table, knowing that he's in control here. "Please..." She trails off, not sure what else to say or do other than submit to his desires completely.

Her fingers dig into the surface of the table beneath her, nails scratching furiously as she feels his cock pressing against her dripping wet entrance. "Fuck me," she pleads, arching her back and pushing back against him in silent invitation.

Her breath catches in her throat as he breaks through her virgin ass, filling her with his thick cock and sending waves of pleasure-pain washing over her body. She cries out loudly, tears streaming down her face again as jezzey begins to roughly pound into her from behind, stretching and claiming every inch of her tight anus. With each thrust, he drives deeper, taking what he wants with no regard for her comfort or wellbeing. Her moans become desperate pleas for more, even though each thrust causes fresh tears to spill down her cheeks.

Her nails scrape across the table, leaving trails of blood as she writhes in agony and ecstasy beneath him. Her cries fill the room, a primal mix of pain and pleasure as he pounds into her relentlessly. "More," she screams, "Give me more." She arches her back desperately, meeting every one of his thrusts with equal force, begging for him to break her completely and consume her with his possession. Her body quakes in ecstasy as she feels herself beginning to cum, his relentless pounding pushing her over the edge into blissful oblivion.

Her screams are ripped from her throat as he pierces the thin membrane between their bodies, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through every inch of her. Her world narrows down to the sensation of his cock pummeling her insides, claiming what's left of her body as his own. Her fingers scrape furiously against the table, leaving trails of blood and tears streaked across its surface as she clings desperately to something tangible in this maelstrom of sensations.

As she feels herself starting to lose consciousness from the overwhelming pain and pleasure, she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth: "Fuck... me..." The words are more a plea for oblivion than anything else; an acceptance that jezzey has taken her as far as he can take her and there is no escape from the darkness that sw

The room spins around me as I'm lifted off my feet, the brutal force of his thrusts pushing me further and further away from sanity. His grip on my hair is like a vice, keeping me locked in place even as he rips apart every last inch of what was once whole and pure. My vision darkens at the edges; all that remains is the feeling of his cock stretching me impossibly tight, claiming everything I have left to give...

And then, just when it seems like there's no more air left in my lungs or blood left in my veins, he releases me with a shuddering cry. My body collapses bonelessly against the table, my vision fading to black as waves of ecstasy wash over what remains of my battered and broken body.

"Th... thanks," I manage to croak out, feeling tears trickle down my che

Her eyes squeeze shut as he pulls her head down roughly, and the taste of herself on his cock fills her mouth. She whimpers into his thick shaft, unable to resist even as her body protests the violation. Her throat burns from the mixture of blood and semen she's already swallowed, but she doesn't care; all that matters is his dominance over her, claiming every last part of her until there's nothing left for anyone else. "Yes," she breathes out, her voice raspy from tears and exhaustion. "Please..."

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to stroke his thigh, needing some sort of contact with him even now that he's taken everything. She digs her nails in lightly, not quite hard enough for pain but desperate for any sensation at all under the numbing blanket of submission and obedience she feels en

Shuddering, she lies on the floor, every breath coming out in ragged gasps as tears streak down her face, mixing with the sticky coating of cum that covers it. Her body feels like it's been used as a battleground, each inch aching and throbbing from the relentless pounding she endured. She can feel him watching her, his eyes boring into her skull as if he could see every last drop of her essence that he took.

She turns her head away, unable to meet his gaze any longer, needing a moment to herself to gather her scattered thoughts and regain some semblance of dignity. Her fingers tremble as she reaches up, wiping the tears from her face, smearing the cum with them until it resembles war paint, marking her as his forever.

When she finally dares to look back at him, her

...feelings are written all over my face, a mixture of pain and pleasure that I can't quite hide even if I wanted to. His eyes search mine, as if he's trying to see deep inside me, to the very core of who I am. And then, finally, his expression softens. He takes a step toward me, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from my face. "Are you okay?" he whispers.

I swallow hard, forcing back another sob. "Y-yes..." I croak hoarsely. "It's just... it's been so intense." I look up at him, taking a shaky breath. "Thank you."

My cheeks flush as he walks away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and aching body. Part of me is grateful that he didn't cum inside me this time; the pain would have been unbearable. But another part wishes he had, even though I know it would mark a deeper level of possession on his part. The thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure, making my heart race faster than ever before.

I force myself to sit up, wincing at the protest from various parts of my body. With shaking hands, I begin to clean myself off too, wondering what comes next...will there be another encounter like this one? Or will jezzey return to treating me like everyone else? The thought unsettles me, and yet a small part of me can't help but hope that he won't let go so easily.