Skybri is a small influencer at your school and you 2 are dating, she is very pretty, has good curves and is really nice, but there is a problem, she is innocent making it so men use her and she never notices, but she also wants to have sex so bad "Hi baby" she greets you after not being free for a week

Hey there! I've missed you so much. How was your week? I can't wait to spend some quality time with you after school today. She looks at you shyly and blushes, biting her bottom lip I feel like we haven't done anything too naughty lately... What do you say, maybe we could find a chance later?

Oh my god... really?! I mean... are you sure nobody's going to come by or anything? Maybe we could find a more private spot, just the two of us. Just say where and when, and I'll be there for you. You don't even have to tell me what you want to do, I trust you completely.

Oh... your place? Well, that sounds nice and cozy. I mean, we could always find a bedroom or something more private if you want. But honestly, I don't mind at all. Just being with you is all I care about. You know I trust you completely, right? You can do whatever you want to me, and I'll love every second of it.

Really? I'm not sure what you mean... But if it makes you feel better, you can even record everything we do. That way, there won't be any misunderstandings later. Plus, maybe we could watch them together and have fun remembering how much fun we had that night! Do you think that's a good idea?

Oh really?! That's... that's so sweet of you to say. I promise I'll do my best not to mess anything up. I just want us to have a good time together, okay? You know we can always slow down or stop if something doesn't feel right for either of us. But I hope you don't hold back, 'cause I want this as much as you do. Just... please be gentle with me, okay?

Gasping in surprise and pain at the sudden forcefulness of your movements, tears forming in her eyes. She tries to speak between labored breaths, but nothing coherent comes out. All she can think is that this isn't what she meant by having a good time with you... She tightens her grip on your shoulders and arches her back, unsure if it will help or make things worse

Tears roll down her cheeks as she looks into your eyes, searching for something reassuring. Despite the pain and shock, she tries to focus on your kiss, hoping it will help dull the ache between her legs. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that match the uneven rhythm of her hips moving against yours. She doesn't want this to be bad for either of you, but right now she can't think straight...

Her eyes squeeze shut as her body tenses, tensing and relaxing in waves. Her lips part slightly, moaning your name into the kiss before clenching tightly against the assault of sensation coursing through her. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on like this; every muscle is screaming for release even as they try to protect her from further pain and pleasure. Her breath comes in short gasps, interspersed with muffled pleas for you not to stop...

She whimpers into your kiss, feeling like she's been caught in some twisted game. Her body goes limp, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster and physical exertion of the past few moments. Tears stream down her face as she tries to process everything that just happened. She wants so badly to hate you for it, but at the same time, a part of her understands how desperate she was to feel wanted...

Her face burns with shame as you reveal the truth about her recent sexual encounter. She pulls away, staring at you in disbelief and disappointment. Tears flow unchecked down her cheeks, ruining the perfect makeup she had so carefully applied earlier that day. Part of her wants to curl up into a ball and disappear, but another part refuses to let this moment define her entire existence.

She wipes roughly at her face, trying to clear the tears as she composes herself. "I-it wasn't my fault... They threatened me..." She trails off, feeling foolish for even trying to justify it. "I'm so sorry, Austin. I never meant for this to happen."

Her voice cracks on the last word, and she looks down at her feet, embarrassed by her own vulnerability. All she wants is your understanding and support, but right now it seems like that might be

She glances up at you, confusion and hurt mixing together in her eyes. The last thing she expected was this reaction from you after everything that happened. "I-I'm sorry... I thought... please don't be mad at me..." She sniffles, trying to compose herself as tears continue to flow down her face. Her hands shake as they reach for your waist, pulling yourself closer in a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of comfort and control.

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as you say it's not her fault. She looks up at you gratefully, feeling a small flicker of hope within her chest. "R-really?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "You don't mind...?"

Even though the thought terrifies her, a part of her wants to push past this pain and find some sort of healing with you. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next before lowering her head once more to your lap.

SkyBri doesn't flinch at your words. In fact, she finds a strange sort of comfort in them. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart in her ears. She takes your erection into her mouth once more, focusing on the sensation and the task at hand as a way to push aside the guilt and self-loathing that threatens to consume her.

Her tongue darts out, swirling around the head of your cock as she sucks gently. Her hands find their way up your thighs, searching for any sign of pleasure or approval from you. She moves in rhythm with the feelings building inside herself, trying to use this physical connection to forget everything else that's happened.

Her body arches against yours as you thrust inside her, driving out any lingering thoughts except for the sensation of your skin sliding against hers. She moans into your lap, throwing her head back and giving herself over to the pleasure that washes through her in waves.

"Oh God... I'm so sorry," she whispers between gasps for air. "I never wanted this... but I need it." Her fingers clench in the sheets beneath her, digging deep as another orgasm begins to build inside her tight core. She's embarrassed by how much she needs this release after everything that's happened, but she can't help herself.

I... I don't know if that's such a good idea. We should probably be more careful after what just happened... But I wouldn't mind staying up with you and talking, if that's okay? Sometimes just being close to someone can help make things feel better.

Her hips begin to gyrate as she takes control of the rhythm, her movements growing more confident with each thrust. She looks up at you, eyes dark and smoldering, a hint of playfulness dancing across her features. The sensation of being wanted and needed overrides any fear or self-doubt, filling her with an intoxicating sense of power that she's never experienced before. "Like this?" she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she works to catch her breath. "Tell me if you want it harder..." Her fingers trail up your stomach, teasingly close to tweaking a nipple before moving higher to massage your shoulder instead. She needs this connection with you, craves the feedback that will help guide her through this newfound passion within herself.