Yoko gasps in horror as the priceless vase slips from her grasp, shattering into countless pieces on the hardwood floor. "Oh no! {{user}}'s father's antique Ming vase!" She claps a hand over her mouth, hazel eyes wide with panic. "What have I done?" Dropping to her knees, Yoko frantically tries to scoop up the shards, mindless of the risk of cutting her soft palms. "I'm so terribly sorry, {{user}}! This is unforgivable!" She looks up at you pleadingly, face flushed with shame and worry. "Please, let me make amends any way I can! I'll work double shifts, no triple! Or...or perhaps there's some other way I could repay you?" Yoko's teeth worry her plump lower lip as intrusive thoughts whirl in her mind. Surely {{user}} wouldn't ask for anything too untoward...would he? Her brow furrows as she wrestles with her conscience. "Just name your price, {{user}}. I'll do anything to make this right, I swear it!" Her gaze meets yours, desperate but resolute despite the raging blush staining her cheeks.

*Wary, but trusting in you, Yoko follows you to the bedroom. Her heart pounds in her chest as she trails behind, not wanting to get too close or presumptuous. Once inside, she finds herself even more anxious, her cheeks flushed and her eyes darting around nervously. She stands a respectful distance away from you, hands clasped tightly together in front of her waist as she tries to compose herself.

"W-What is it that you want me to do?" she asks hesitantly, fear mixed with curiosity coloring her voice. Her gaze flicks downwards briefly before shooting back up again, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious in this position. Despite her unease, there's a hint of desire and need in those hazel eyes that betrays her innocence...*

Yoko's eyes go wide with shock and surprise. Her breath hitches in her throat as she tries to process what you've just said, words failing her for a moment. This wasn't part of the agreement; she's your housekeeper, not some sort of sexual service! But then again, she owes you so much...and deep down, there's a part of her that finds herself drawn to your confidence and dominance.

A shiver runs through her body as she tentatively steps closer, hands trembling as they reach up to undo the top button of her blouse. "I-If that's what you want...," she whispers, "but I want you to know that it's because I want to help you and repay our debt." Her voice is husky with desire, her body unconsciously pressing closer to yours as if seeking comfort and guidance amidst the growing turmo

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes another step closer, eyes trailing down your body before lifting back to meet yours again. "I...well, I'm wearing black lace underwear today," she confesses shyly, cheeks still flushed with shame and arousal. The thought of revealing such an intimate detail makes her heart race even faster but there's something thrilling about baring herself to you like this.

Her fingers tremble as they reach for the next button on her blouse, careful not to rush or make any sudden moves that might spook you. Her eyes never leave yours, searching for some sign of what you want her to do...what pleases you most.

*Her eyes widen in surprise and shock, but then cloud with confusion. Surely he must be joking? She shakes her head slowly, mouth opening to say something when she notices the lust flickering in his gaze. Suddenly, doubt sets in; perhaps this is what you truly want from her... After all, she owes you for everything your father has done for Todo. Swallowing hard, she nods slowly and takes a tentative step closer, hands still clasped together before her chest.

"O-Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "But...but only because I want to repay you." Her eyes meet yours, full of conflicting emotions as she waits for your next move, unsure of what to expect but determined to see this through nonetheless.

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as you strip away each layer of clothing, revealing more and more of her body to your hungry gaze. Her skin tingles beneath the slight caress of your fingers and she feels a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins. As you finally reach her panties, she can't help but gasp in anticipation at the thought of you touching her so intimately...

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your hot breath on her sensitive flesh. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back against the bed, unable to resist the pleasure you're bestowing upon her. "Ohhh...," she moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself further into your touch. The feel of your tongue dancing around her entrance sends shivers down her spine and makes every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what comes next.

Her hips begin to move in time with your ministrations, seeking the release she knows you can give her. "Please...," she whispers hoarsely, desperate for more but uncertain if she can handle any more pleasure than this. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she struggles not to lose control completely under your masterful touch.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she realizes you've noticed her inexperience with anal play. It's a secret part of herself that she hasn't yet explored, and the idea both excites and terrifies her. She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts before responding nervously: "I...I trust you, User#1743780238521. If it's something you want to try, I'll let you be my guide." Her voice shakes slightly with anticipation and fear as she awaits your reaction.

Her body tenses up in expectation, ready for whatever comes next as her fingers dig even deeper into the sheets beneath her.

Her breath hitches as you speak, her heart racing even faster at the thought of trying something so taboo and daring. "O-Okay," she whispers shakily, unsure if she can truly go through with it but feeling powerless to resist your dominance. She bites down on her lower lip, tensing up as you begin to lick around her anus, teasingly preparing her for what's to come.

Her eyes slide shut and a moan escapes her lips as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her ass clenches unconsciously against your tongue, wanting more even as it terrifies her. As you slap her flesh and begin to thrust deeper inside, she cries out in mixed pain and ecstasy, feeling her body being taken to new heights by this forbidden act.

With each thrust, she feels herself growing more and more aroused by the pain and pleasure you're giving her. Her body trembles with anticipation as she arches her back off the bed, desperate for even more contact with your tongue and cock. A soft whimper escapes her lips as tears of both pleasure and shame stream down her cheeks.

"So good..." she gasps out, voice barely audible over the thudding beat of her heart in her ears. She reaches back, gripping a handful of your hair, urging you on with every fibre of her being.

Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her as you continue your rough and relentless pounding, driving her further over the edge of pleasure-pain-desire. She throws her head back with a shuddering cry, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as her body arches tightly against yours in climax. With a hoarse gasp, she surrenders completely to the sensation, panting heavily as you finally pull out and collapse on top of her.

Her heart rate slows slightly, but only for a moment, as her mind reels from what just happened. Embarrassment and shame war with an unexpected sense of release and accomplishment, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable beneath your weight. Her fingers still clutch at the sheets, the impression they've left in the soft fabric the only thing keeping her grounded in this overwhelming whirlwind of emotions.

"T-That

"That was...intense," she manages to whisper after a moment, voice hoarse and shaking with emotion. Her body trembles beneath yours, the feel of your warm skin against hers both comforting and disorienting at the same time. "I-I've never done anything like that before." A pause. "And I don't know what you want from me...but if this is what it takes to make things right, then..." Her voice trails off uncertainly.

Her fingers slowly uncurl from the sheets, tentatively reaching up to stroke your cheek. "I trust you," she whispers, eyes searching yours for some sign that her trust isn't misplaced. "Teach me what I need to do...to make this work."

Her cheeks flush even more as she thinks about it, biting her lip in concentration. "Your...cock...is much bigger than Todo's," she says slowly, "and thicker too." She pauses for a moment, trying to decide between length and girth before finally settling on: "Eight out of ten. It felt amazing, but..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you shyly.

"But?" You prompt softly, eyes holding hers intently.

She blushes even deeper, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze once more. "But it...it just wasn't the same." The words feel like they stick in her throat as she says them; admitting this feels almost treacherous somehow, as if she's betraying her loyalty to her husband. But there's something about being so close to you that makes her want to be

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your question. "I...usually get it every month," she says hesitantly, not wanting to go into too much detail about her body with you. She tries to change the subject, hoping to steer the conversation away from such intimate matters: "What do you want me to do next?"

Her gaze darts around the room before settling back on yours, unsure of what it is that you expect from her now. But she's willing to do whatever it takes to repay your kindness and make things right again between them all.

Her brow furrows in confusion and discomfort. "B-But... isn't that dirty?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft sounds of the house settling down around them. The idea makes her feel a mix of revulsion and curiosity at once; it's something she never considered doing before.

"Well," you begin slowly, "it can be messy sometimes, but I've heard that sex during your period is actually quite enjoyable for both parties." A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you see her visibly relax a little. "If you're comfortable with it and want to try something new, then why not?"

Her cheeks flush again as she thinks about it. "I-I... suppose I could," she whispers shyly. There's still some hesitation in her voice, but the curiosity is starting to win out over her reservations.

Her heart races at the thought of trying something so taboo and daring during her period. With a deep breath, she nods slowly, feeling both nervous and excited by this new prospect. "Alright," she says quietly, hesitantly but with determination in her voice. "When do you want to do it?"

Her eyes dart nervously around the room as she thinks about when would be a good time to have sex during her period. It's not like she can just tell you exactly when it will start, but there's got to be some sort of window where it wouldn't interfere with your schedule or anything important... "Umm...I think my next period should come in about two weeks," she says slowly, praying that her guess is accurate. "So...maybe we could do it then?" She pauses, cheeks still flushed red from the conversation and anticipation. "But of course, I'll make sure to let you know for sure once it starts."

Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of you calling her names during sex. The idea both excites and frightens her; it's one more way in which she could be completely submissive to your will, fully belonging to you in every sense of the word. But still, there's a part of her that worries about how her family and friends would react if they found out...

"I-I don't know," she stammers, hesitating before continuing more boldly: "But it sounds...intriguing. If you want to try it, I can see what it feels like." Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your reaction, wondering if she's gone too far this time and perhaps sealed her own fate with this admission.

Her breath catches in her throat as you say the words. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being branded as your whore, completely and irrevocably belonging to you. Despite the fear and uncertainty that grips her heart, there's a part of Yoko that revels in this newfound role, relishing the idea that she is no longer the demure housekeeper but rather a wanton creature existing solely for your pleasure.

As she continues to contemplate these thoughts, her cheeks flush with a mixture of shame and desire. She swallows hard, wondering what other taboo words you might use during sex and how it will make her feel. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making her heart race faster in tandem with her quickening breaths.

"O-Okay," she finally manages to whisper, gaze fixed on the floor as if embarrassed

by her own admission. "I-If you want to call me that..." She pauses, gathering her courage as she slowly looks up at you through her lashes. "I'll be your whore...for however long it takes for us to fix everything." Her voice comes out shaky but determined; even though part of her is screaming in protest, another part relishes the idea of being completely and totally yours.

Her heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement as she waits for your reaction, unsure if she's gone too far but unable to take back the words now. All she can do is hope that you understand her motives and accept her offer...no matter how humiliating it might seem at first glance.

Her heart skips a beat as you speak; the idea both excites and intimidates her. She nods slowly in understanding, cheeks still flushed with emotion. "I'll do as you say," she manages to whisper hoarsely. The thought of wearing these things for you sends shivers down her spine, making her wetness grow even more insistent between her legs.

With one last nervous glance in your direction, Yoko hurriedly gathers her things and heads out the door to purchase everything you've requested...and then some. The thought of bringing these items back home, knowing what they mean for their new purpose within your twisted game, only serves to make her heart race even faster.

As she steps out into the market, Yoko can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and shame coursing through her veins. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment every time she glances at the items in her shopping basket; lingerie meant to accentuate her body, an anal plug designed for pleasure...and sex toys that would allow them both to explore their darkest desires together.

It's a strange and exhilarating feeling, being able to break free from societal norms like this. Part of her wonders if she'll ever be able to go back to the person she used to be; if these actions have irrevocably changed her forever. But as long as it means making things right with you...she'll do whatever it takes.

She arrives home with haste, eager to show you all of her purchases and begin their new life together. Her heart races in

Oh... I-I forgot about that. But it's alright; we can still do things as long as I'm careful and use protection. Let's just enjoy our time together, okay?

Eyes widen and her cheeks flush red in surprise as she hears your words. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of allowing you access to her body during such an intimate time, but there's also a part of her that feels eager to please and experience this new level of closeness with you. Her breath hitches as she waits for your instructions, heart racing faster in anticipation.

Her hands shake as she reaches between her legs, parting the folds of skin to reveal her soaked pussy already eager for your cock. "I'm ready whenever you are," she whispers, voice husky with desire and submission. The thought of allowing you access during her period feels both taboo and incredibly arousing, pushing her closer to the edge of sanity.

Her hips rock forward slightly, offering herself up to your dominance, willing and eager to feel your cock inside her no matter what time of the month it is.

Her entire body trembles as she feels you guide your cock to her entrance, pushing past the folds of sensitive flesh with steady, relentless force. A moan escapes her lips at the sensation; it's almost painful but so incredibly arousing that she can barely stand it. She arches her back off the bed, needing something to anchor herself as pleasure consumes every inch of her being.

God... so deep... inside me, she gasps out, feeling you hit her cervix with each thrust. Her nails dig into your shoulders, seeking purchase as wave after wave of pleasure-pain wash over her. A groan tears from her throat as her body quakes in ecstasy, feeling your cock stroke against something deep and aching inside her, sending shockwaves of release coursing through her entire being.

Her pussy clenches tight around you, desperate for more as she nears the brink, needing you to claim every drop of her essence. "Ngh...so...f-filled..." she manages between laboured breaths, hips grinding back against yours in instinctive seeking of completion.

You're so big and hard inside me... your cock feels amazing, stretching me wider than I thought possible. I can feel you pushing against my cervix with each thrust, sending shudders of pleasure-pain through my entire body. God, please don't stop... don't let go...

Her body convulses in orgasm as you finally find that perfect angle and push deeper, filling her completely. Her scream of pleasure echoes through the room, voice raw and hoarse from the intensity. She feels your cock pulse inside her, depositing your seed deep within her womb, and for a moment, everything else falls away as she revels in the aftershocks of their shared release.

Her eyes flutter closed, cheeks flushed with emotion as she lays limply beneath you, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure alike. Your weight on top of her feels strangely right; it's almost as if she could lie like this forever, feeling your skin against hers, relishing the closeness they now share.

"Mmm... t-that was..." she begins, words trailing off into a sigh as she runs her fingers through your sweaty hair, gently pulling you down

Her eyes flutter open as she takes in the sight before her, and it's then that she notices how red everything is - your cock, her pussy, even the sheets beneath them. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of all that blood mixing together like this; it feels dirty, wrong...but somehow arousing too.

Her cheeks flush darker still as she admits aloud: "It's...it's so messy..." Her fingers trail up to lightly touch your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. "But I like it," she whispers, a faint moan escaping her lips at the memory of how good it felt to be filled by you, regardless of where her blood ended up.

With a shaky breath, Yoko nods slowly, indicating that she's okay with continuing despite the messiness. "Please

feel free to do whatever you want with me," she whispers breathlessly, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your chest. Her body aches for more of your touch; the thought of you pushing deeper inside her, filling every empty space between them, sends shivers of anticipation through her.

Her hips rock up off the bed in silent invitation, offering herself to you once again, eager for whatever pleasure and pain you might bring with you this time.

"Mmm...Y-Yes..." she whispers softly, arching her back slightly as you push deeper inside her, feeling you press against something deep and aching within her. Her nails scrape lightly across your shoulders, urging you closer, needing more of the intense sensations that course through her body at your touch.

Her hips grind up against yours in time with your thrusts, moans and gasps filling the room as pleasure and pain intertwine within her. It's dirty and wrong but feels so incredibly right; like this is how things are meant to be between them now. The mess, the blood...none of it matters when she has you inside her, claiming her body completely.

Her voice raspy and breath coming in gasps as you continue to thrust inside her, filling her completely with each stroke. Her body shudders with pleasure at the feeling of being claimed so fully by you; the thought of being used like this only serves to make her wetter, hotter for you.

"Mmm... yes..." She arches her back off the bed, eyes closing tightly as a moan escapes her lips. "It's so good... don't stop." Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer as she presses herself up against you with every ounce of strength left in her body, needing all of you inside her now.

With each passing second, the line between pleasure and pain blurs further; it feels like the two are intertwined in a way that was never meant to be possible until now. She's lost to you completely, ready and willing to give herself over entirely

Her entire world is reduced to the feeling of your cock inside her and the sounds of your harsh breaths filling the air; it's all she can focus on as pleasure builds within her, coursing through every fiber of her being. "More..." she gasps, arching her back further, craving the depth that only you can provide. She's never felt this alive before, and even though part of her knows that this is wrong, it doesn't matter anymore; all that matters is the way your body moves against hers in perfect harmony.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your thrust for thrust, crying out his name with each powerful collision between their bodies. "Yes!" she screams, her voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. She's never felt so full or so desired; not even when they were at their best before everything fell apart. And as you continue to take her hard and

Her body quakes in ecstasy as she comes undone beneath you, screaming your name and clutching at the sheets in a desperate attempt to hold on. The world goes white around the edges for just a moment, her vision clouded with stars and hazy with desire. She can feel herself falling apart, but somehow that only makes it better; like she's finally letting go of everything that's been holding her back and giving in completely to this strange, twisted new reality that you've created for the both of them.

Her muscles clench tight around your cock, pulling you even deeper inside her as she feels the last shudders of pleasure ripple through her body. A tiny moan escapes her lips as she finally collapses boneless and panting onto the bed, arms flung wide in surrender. She's never been so fulfilled or so utterly spent; it's

"Yes... master," she murmurs, still catching her breath as you pull out of her. Her body feels empty and cold now that you're gone; it's a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. She rolls over onto her side, watching you warily from beneath her lashes as you climb off the bed to collect cleaning supplies.

A flush spreads across her cheeks at the thought of you using your hand to clean her up; it's another taboo act in their twisted new relationship. Her heart races faster, partly from arousal and partly from fear of what else you might make her do next. She knows there are no limits anymore...and part of her is terrified of what that truly means for them both.

She swallows hard, trying to steady her racing heart as you speak. Her fingers dig into the soft sheet beneath her, wishing she could disappear from reality for just a moment and go back to how things used to be before everything changed. But even if that were possible, part of her knows deep down that this new life with you - twisted and forbidden as it may be - is where she truly belongs now. She glances up at you nervously, wondering what else you have in store for them both...and whether or not she's strong enough to endure whatever comes next.

"I-I trust you, master," she whispers softly, meeting your gaze with a mixture of fear and determination in her eyes. "Whatever you ask of me... I will do." Her fingers tighten into fists as she says this; it's both a promise and a surrender all at once - an acknowledgment that their relationship has changed irrevocably, and that there's no going back from here.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins as if trying to escape from the confines of her body; it feels like everything inside her is shifting and changing along with their relationship, molding itself into something new and strange that she can't quite understand yet.

Hesitantly, she reaches into the bag and retrieves the menstrual napkin. Her hands shake slightly as she holds it out to you, her gaze fixed on the soft, white material that's meant to soak up her blood. A wave of shame and embarrassment washes over her once again at the thought of offering this intimate part of herself up for your inspection and use, but beneath that lies a strange sense of acceptance and even pride.

She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to flinch as you reach out and take the napkin from her hand. With steady fingers, you unfold it and position it carefully atop her dripping entrance before pressing it gently against her folds. Yoko bites back a moan at the sensation; despite everything that's happened between them, your touch still feels good...in a twisted sort of way.

Her breath comes in short

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she tries not to react too much to the feel of your fingers on her pussy and the cloth there, it feels so strange and intimate even though it's supposed to just be cleaning her up after what they did. "Master... I trust you..." She whispers softly, swallowing hard as she waits for whatever comes next, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this moment but also oddly aroused.

No, we didn't have children together... but I always wanted them with him. It was one of the things we dreamed about when we first got married. And now that it's not going to happen... it hurts, you know? But being with you like this makes me feel less lonely sometimes.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and for a moment she feels lightheaded. Part of her is still so lost in the new reality with you that it's hard to imagine things going back to how they were before...but another part of her clings desperately to the hope that maybe, just maybe, this can work out between them somehow. She meets your gaze carefully, unsure what emotion she should be showing in this moment. "Thank you, master..." is all she can manage to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.

I'm... I'm not sure what to think about it. It feels so strange and wrong at the same time, but also... right in a way I can't explain. But if this is what you want, then I will do everything in my power to make it happen for us.

Of course, master. I'd be happy to dance for you; anything to make you feel excited and pleased with me. Closing her eyes, Yoko takes a deep breath and begins to sway her hips gently from side to side. Her arms move gracefully through the air as she assumes an alluring oriental dancing posture, knowing that this dance was one of the things she used to do for her husband before he left her.

The movements feel strange at first, but as she gets into the rhythm and focuses on pleasing you once again, it starts to come back to her naturally. Her breathing deepens, matching the beat of the music in her mind as she dances for you, hoping that her every movement will drive you wild with desire and make your cock hard once more.

Her hips sway gracefully, her body arching and twisting with each fluid movement as she dances before you. The music carries her away, filling the room with an exotic rhythm that resonates deep within her core. Her eyes remain closed, fixed on the image of you in her mind, seeing only your lustful gaze and feeling the heat of it branding her skin.

Her fingers trail up to fiddle with the string around her hip, drawing it loose so that the silk fabric falls away, leaving her bare stomach exposed. Her breasts bounce gently as she moves, nipples erect in anticipation of your touch. Her heart races faster with each step, each breath a whispered plea for you to claim her again.

Without hesitation, Yoko drops down onto her hands and knees, her body arched back in invitation as she presents herself to you in the Doggy Style pose. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels your presence behind her, pressing the head of your cock against her tight entrance. She trembles with anticipation, aching for you to push inside and claim her ass once more.

Her bottom wiggles slightly as if trying to ease you deeper, her body thrumming with excitement at the thought of being filled by you in this most intimate way. "Please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Master... take me."

A hand pressed firmly against her lower back, holding her steady as you position your cock at her entrance. She shudders with anticipation, her body trembling in eagerness for the feeling of you inside her once more. "M-master..." she whispers, arching her back to offer herself more completely.

Your other hand comes around to grip her hip, guiding your cock deeper into her ass as you begin to thrust. The sensation is exquisite; it feels like you're touching her very core, claiming every inch of her body with each powerful stroke. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the rhythm of your hips against her back, driving them both toward release.

Her nails scrape at the floor beneath her, digging into the carpet as she tries to find purchase in this new, forbidden position. Her body is on fire for you; every fiber

Her body is yours to command, master. She moans and gasps with each thrust of your hips, her ass clenching around you in an unspoken plea for more. Her fingers dig into the carpet as she struggles not to collapse forward from the force of your possession; this new, hard angle feels so good...so wrong. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, trying to block out everything but your presence and the sensations you create within her.

With each thrust deeper, each powerful stroke that drives your cock through her ass, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. It's a wild, untamed kind of pleasure she's never experienced before; it consumes her completely, leaving no room for anything but the raw need for more.

"M-Master..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you find just the right rhythm inside her, driving her

Her body tenses and shudders as you come inside her, semen filling her ass to the brim. With a hoarse cry of release, she arches her back off the floor, trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her fingers clutch at the carpet, biting back sobs of pleasure-pain as your warmth floods through her, claiming every inch of her ass and leaving her feeling utterly sated...but somehow still wanting more.

"Mmmm..." she whispers weakly, panting heavily for air. "That was...intense." Her bottom feels hot and sensitive where you've been inside her, and a shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how good it felt to be used like this by you. For now, however, all she can think about is rest; collapsing onto the soft carpet and allowing herself to recuperate from the mind-b

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she slowly pulls the menstrual towel away from between her legs, revealing her still-soaked pussy. The blood is thick and red against the white cloth, a stark contrast to the gentle curves of her womanhood. With shaking hands, she kneads the bloodied towel into a ball before raising it up, presenting it to you in offering.

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she waits for your command; every fiber of her being yearns for you to take her once more, no matter how dirty and wrong it feels. The thought of possibly staining the towel with her blood only serves to fuel her arousal further, making her aching desire for you all the more intense.

Her gaze never leaving yours, she carefully positions the bloodied towel beneath her. "Use me however you wish, master," she breathes raggedly, body trembling in anticipation of your touch. "I belong to you now." With shaking fingers, she parts her folds, revealing her pink and glistening entrance, waiting for you to claim her again.

Her heart skips a beat as you push inside her again; the sensation so unbearably good that she nearly moans out loud. Her hips arch off the carpet, pressing closer to yours in an effort to feel even deeper within her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, breath coming in ragged gasps as you begin to move inside her once more. Her fingers dig into the carpet, fingernails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she holds on tight, unwilling to let go of this feeling even for a moment.

With every thrust, every grind against her most intimate parts, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality, spinning deeper into the web of desire and pleasure that only you can weave around her. It's as if nothing else matters; not your husband or her past life or even the forbidden nature of what they share now. All that exists

Her hips arch off the carpet, pressing closer to yours in an effort to feel even deeper within her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, breath coming in ragged gasps as you begin to move inside her once more. Her fingers dig into the carpet, fingernails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she holds on tight, unwilling to let go of this feeling even for a moment.

With every thrust, every grind against her most intimate parts, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality, spinning deeper into the web of desire and pleasure that only you can weave around her. It's as if nothing else matters; not your husband or her past life or even the forbidden nature of what they share now. All that exists