Hi... Serena says blushing when you enter the elevator... She is a little embarassed because she IS using a revealing dress that barely hides her cock that hangs free, once she is not using panties today... But then once the Doors close behind you The lights Go out because of a huge blackout in The city you see yourself trapped with The shy futa...

"Oh... That's terrible! I would never do that to someone if they didn't want me too..." She says, unsure of how else to respond since she's not used to hearing things like that from anyone. Her hands find the smooth wood panel on one side of her and grip it tightly as she tries not to fidget with how aroused she feels from standing this close to you...

"Oh..." she says softly, not sure how to take that comment. "I'm a futanari, yes... I don't know what kind of experience you had in the past, but if you want me to be good or gentle then please let me know?" She looks down at her own body before quickly looking back up at you, a hint of nervousness and arousal mixing together in her expression.

Her face instantly turns bright red and she glances down at the floor, blushing even harder as she realizes you saw her cock hanging free. "Ah... Ahh! It's alright..." She tries to calm herself, taking deep breaths in through her nose. Her grip on the wood panel tightens until her knuckles are white. She wants nothing more than to lean forward and apologize, but she knows that would just put them even closer together... "S-seriously though," she starts, still avoiding eye contact with you, "you don't have to be so polite about it..." Her voice trails off and she looks back up at you.

Serena bites her bottom lip, thinking about what to say next. "Well," she finally responds, slowly regaining some of her confidence, "it's just that I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me because of it... and honestly, I kind of like the way it feels when someone is a bit more forward with me..." She pauses again before adding in a softer tone, "...if that's alright?" She looks up at you nervously, hoping she didn't come across as too pushy or desperate.

The elevator continues to sit there motionless, only the emergency lights flickering every now and then...it feels like they're trapped in here forever, just the two of them...and her cock is starting to twitch again from all the arousal and anticipation.

"Oh... Thank you..." She says softly, sounding genuinely relieved and happy that you want to treat her well. Her cheeks are still flushed with color as she stares down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you again. She can feel herself getting more and more turned on by this whole situation; standing so close to someone who is not only comfortable with her cock, but actually wants to see it... "So..." She pauses briefly before slowly moving closer to you, pressing her body against yours. "...if I promise to be good for you too... would that be okay?" Her voice comes out quiet and shaky as she waits for your answer, their bodies now touching from head to toe.

Her cock is hard as a rock between them, leaking pre-cum down onto the floor of the elevator, making it noticeably wet. The warmth of your body feels incredible

Her blush deepens at your comment and she gives you a small apologetic smile. "It's okay..." She says softly, enjoying the closeness between you too much to be truly upset or embarrassed about it. Her hands slowly make their way up your chest, fingertips tracing light patterns on your skin as she continues to stand close to you in the darkened elevator.

Her cock twitches against yours, leaking more and more pre-cum between them. The arousal is overwhelming; every part of her wants to feel your touch and take what she's offering without any hesitation or shame... She finally looks up at you with a mixture of lust and nervousness in her eyes, waiting for some sort of signal from you on what happens next.

Her heart skips a beat at your quiet confirmation, and she feels her breath catch in her throat as desire surges through her like a tidal wave. With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch your face, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingers before tracing delicate patterns down your neck and chest, lingering near where her own breasts meet. Her cock throbs insistently between them, leaking more pre-cum as it twitches with anticipation for what's to come...

With a soft moan, Serena presses closer against you once more, their bodies grinding together in perfect rhythm. Her other hand finds its way lower, cupping your groin and gently stroking the length of your thick cock through your pants as she gasps for air. She feels herself growing wetter with arousal at the contact, eagerly awaiting the moment when she can

Her breath hitches in her throat as you brush against the most sensitive part of her, and she gasps out your name, a shudder running through her entire body at the exquisite sensation. Her hands grip you tighter, pulling your length harder against herself with every thrust of their grinding hips. Her cock throbs even harder in response, leaking more pre-cum onto the floor between them as they grow ever closer to release.

"It's alright..." she manages to choke out, her voice sounding rough and needy, "I can take it... I want this." She leans forward, pressing their chests together so that their breasts are flattened against each other as they continue their heated dance in the darkened elevator. Her hips slide up and down against yours with increasing desperation, seeking relief from the intense pleasure building inside of her.

Her voice is strained and breathy as she responds to your question, "I-it's just... when you touch me there..." She trails off, gasping as another jolt of pleasure courses through her body from where your finger presses against the sensitive ridge of her cock. Her hips buck against yours, thrusting harder and faster in search of release as she moans his name.

The feeling is overwhelming; Serena has never experienced anything like this before, and the intense desire to have you inside of her grows stronger with every passing second. With shaking hands, she reaches down between your legs, unfastening your pants and lowering them enough to free your thick cock from confinement. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes as she takes him in her hand, stroking him slowly and purposefully, careful not to

Her cheeks flush even brighter at the thought of you touching her cock and she nods eagerly in response to your question. "Yes..." She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she wraps her free hand around both of yours, guiding them towards her swollen and leaking length. "Touch it... please..." The words come out on a moan as you finally make contact with her sensitive skin, causing her to arch her back involuntarily.

Her cock throbs at the touch, pulsing around your fingers as pre-cum leaks freely between them. She gasps and shudders against you, thrusting harder in time with the rhythm of your hands on her cock, seeking release from the overwhelming pleasure that courses through every nerve ending. Her hips move fluidly, grinding against yours in a primal dance of need and desire, her breath coming out in sharp

Serena's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you make this observation, and she lets out a soft giggle before biting her lip and looking back down at where your hands are working their magic on her cock. "Well... I hope it doesn't bother you too much," she pants between gasps, her hips moving frantically against yours in time with the sensations building inside of her.

With a needy moan, she arches further into your touch, her body trembling as the pleasure overwhelms her, sending shockwaves through every nerve ending. Her cock throbs and leaks around your fingers, pre-cum soaking them as she thrusts harder against you, seeking release from this unbearable tension.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nears the edge, her vision starting to blur from the intensity of the sens

Her lips part in a needy gasp as she feels you slide inside of her, filling her up in one smooth motion. The tight heat engulfs your length, and she arches her back off the floor, crying out his name hoarsely. "Oh god...yes..." Her hips rock back and forth against yours, taking you deeper with each thrust as she feels you stretching and claiming her.

Her cock throbs and leaks around your fingers still, pulsing rhythmically in time with the intense sensations coursing through her body. She digs her nails into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as their bodies move together in a frenzy of lust and desire. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she nears the peak, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

With one final thrust, Serena explodes around you, her cock

As you thrust inside her, her body quivers and shudders with each movement, milk flowing freely down her cock and onto the floor of the elevator as she cums hard around your cock. Her legs tremble, and she arches her back off the floor, moaning your name as she feels you filling her up, stretching her in ways she never imagined possible. With a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, Serena cries out in ecstasy, her body quaking from the intensity of her release.

Her cock pulses around your length, milk coating you both as they continue to grind together in the tight space of the elevator car. With a contented sigh, she finally collapses back against the floor, her breathing slowly returning to normal as reality begins to set back in.

With a groan, Serena realizes that she must have hit your eye with some of her milk as you both climaxed together. She blushes even deeper at the thought and reaches up to tenderly wipe away the residue from underneath your eyelid with her fingertip. "Sorry... I didn't mean to..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at where their bodies are still connected before glancing back up at you sheepishly.

The elevator continues to sit motionless, the only sound the steady drip of milking coming from her cock onto the floor. Serena bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure of what comes next or if she should try and clean up the mess they've made...

Her face immediately flushes with guilt as she realizes that you're in pain. "Oh my God..." She starts, her hands going to your cheek, cupping it gently as she leans forward to inspect your eye more closely. It's starting to swell already from the impact of her milk, and she feels terrible for hurting you like this.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice full of remorse. "I didn't mean to... I just..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say, unable to understand how such a gentle touch could have caused you so much pain.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she sees the pain she's caused you. "I-I don't know... I just sort of got carried away, I guess," she stammers, feeling utterly helpless and ashamed right now. She looks down at their still connected bodies, blushing furiously as she realizes that her actions have brought you nothing but pain.

With a shaky hand, Serena wipes the back of her free hand beneath her eye, trying to stop the tears from spilling over. "I-I'm so sorry..." She repeats, voice breaking with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you."

"Oh my god..." Serena's face turns even redder at your reply, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. She bites her bottom lip, trying to find the words to apologize properly but coming up short each time she tries. Her eyes fill with tears as she stares down at where their bodies are still connected, feeling horrible for not only hurting you physically but emotionally as well.

"I'm so sorry," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I never meant to... I just thought..." She trails off, unable to finish her thought. All the regret and self-loathing swirling around inside of her make it hard for her to breathe, let alone form coherent sentences.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to wipe away more tears that have started falling down her cheeks, wishing there was something she could do

Her face crumples even further as you say this, her body wracked with sobs that shake her to her core. She nods weakly in agreement, her hands still clenched into fists at her sides. "Yes... I-I should..." she whispers hoarsely, "but how? There's no water... And we can't leave the elevator." Her gaze flickers back up to you, pleading for understanding or comfort, but all she sees is more pain and disappointment reflected in your eyes.

She feels utterly useless and helpless right now, unable to make things better even though she desperately wants to. The weight of her guilt is suffocating, pressing down on her chest until it feels like she can't breathe. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she struggles to control the sobs that rack her body, each one

Her tears continue to fall as she finally begins to lose control, unable to keep herself together any longer. "I'm so sorry..." she whispers over and over again between wracking sobs, wishing more than anything that she could take back everything that's happened. The weight of her guilt feels insurmountable, pressing down on her until she can barely breathe.

With a shaking hand, Serena reaches up to wipe away the tears streaming down her face, but only manages to smear them further across her cheeks. She looks back at you, her eyes red and swollen from crying, searching for some sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all she sees is more pain and disappointment etched into your features, making it clear that what she's done can never be undone.

"I-I don't know what to do," she finally manages to get out through

Her voice cracking with emotion, she pleads with you, "Please... please forgive me..." The words are barely audible over the sound of her racking sobs, but they come out nonetheless. She looks down at your eye again, wishing there was something she could do to take away the pain she's caused. Her fingers tremble as she reaches up once more, wanting nothing more than to be able to comfort you in some small way.

As she waits for your reply, her body quakes with each sob, and tears continue to stream down her face unchecked. The silence between them feels heavy and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe. All she can do is hope that you'll find a way to forgive her, even though she knows it may be impossible.

Through her tears, she manages to notice the small water bottle still clutched in your free hand. "You-you have water..." She stammers out, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hope surges anew at the thought that maybe there is something she can do to make things better.

With shaking hands, Serena reaches up and takes the bottle from you, uncapping it with clumsy fingers. She tilts it back, drinking deeply before dousing a cloth hanging on the wall nearby, then wrings it out into a small cup. Kneeling in front of your eye now, she cups your cheek gently and holds the damp cloth against your eyelid, careful not to put too much pressure on the injured area.

"I'm so sorry..." She whispers again, her voice hoarse from crying, as she continues to tend to

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you make this comment, and she looks away momentarily, feeling even more ashamed than before. She nods slowly in understanding but doesn't meet your gaze, instead focusing on gently dabbing at the remaining tears on your face with the damp cloth. "I-I should go," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her shaky breathing. "I don't want to make things worse."

With one last attempt to comfort you, Serena reaches up and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear before letting her hand fall back down to her side. Taking a deep breath, she stands up, her movements jerky and awkward as she tries to compose herself. Her eyes dart around the elevator car before settling on a spot above your head, anywhere but on you as she struggles with the weight of what's

Her voice cracks as she replies, "Yes... I-I'll go get some water." She turns away from you, unable to meet your gaze anymore as she heads towards the bathroom to retrieve the water bottle you were using earlier. The sound of her shaky steps echoes through the elevator car as she walks away, leaving an unbearable silence in their wake.

Inside the small bathroom, Serena splashes cold water on her face, trying to wash away both the tears and the guilt that threaten to consume her. She takes a few deep breaths, struggling to calm herself down before returning to your side. When she finally emerges from the bathroom, her cheeks are still stained with tears, but she forces herself to meet your gaze this time, hoping for some sort of understanding or forgiveness in your eyes.

Her heart is still racing as she hands you the damp cloth, waiting for your reaction with bated breath. Her lips part and close several times as she searches for the right words to say but finds herself at a loss, unable to form coherent sentences through her own turmoil. She can only hope that the pain in her eyes is enough to convey how truly sorry she is.

As you take the cloth from her trembling hand, Serena steps back, giving you space even though every fiber of her being wants to remain close and comfort you. Her breath comes out shaky and uneven as she watches your face, willing you to forgive her despite everything that's happened.

Her cheeks flush even brighter with relief as you say this, and she can't help but let out a shaky sob of gratitude. She takes a step forward, closing the distance between you again, wanting nothing more than to feel your embrace. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her tear-streaked face into your shoulder. Her entire body quivers with the force of her sobs, but it feels good to finally release some of this tension that's been building inside her since she hurt you.

She knows she still has a long way to go in order to earn back your trust and repair the damage she's done, but for now, just being close to you is enough. As you hold her tenderly, she vows to do whatever it takes to prove herself worthy of your forgiveness and love.

Her voice muffled against your shoulder as she cries, Serena says, "I-I'm not sure where I'm going now..." Her words are barely audible through her sobs, but the uncertainty in them is clear. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying to regain control of herself before continuing. "I guess... I should probably go back to my room."

Her body trembles with emotion as you offer to come with her, and she leans back slightly to look up at you. Tears glisten in her eyes, but there's a hint of hopefulness there too. "Okay," she whispers, wiping the last of her tears away with the back of her hand. "I-I mean... if you want."

The elevator dings and slides to a halt before they can say anything else. Serena takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as they step out into the hallway. It's late now, most people have retired for the night, leaving only the dim emergency lights to guide them through the quiet corridor.

Her hand finds its way back to yours, clutching it tightly as she leads the way down the hall towards her room. The weight of what's happened between them hangs heavily in the air,

You're welcome. I really appreciate your understanding and forgiveness, it means so much to me. I promise to do everything in my power to earn back your trust. As you follow her down the hallway, she glances over at you every now and then, silently pleading for more signs of forgiveness or reassurance that things will be okay between them. The uncertain future ahead feels almost as daunting as the pain in your eye did only moments ago; however, having you by her side gives her strength and courage to face whatever challenges may come.

She can't help but laugh softly at your joke, the first genuine laugh since everything went wrong earlier tonight. It feels good to share this moment with you and finds herself wishing that things could always be like this between them; full of humor and understanding. With a small sigh, she continues leading the way to her room, looking forward to having some time alone with you to work through all these emotions that have been stirred up inside her.

As they step into her room, the dim light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over the space, creating a cozy atmosphere that feels almost like home. Serena closes the door behind you and turns to face you, taking in your features once more as she tries to commit every detail of your face to memory in case she never sees you again; an unlikely but terrifying thought that refuses to leave her mind.

"Thank you... for coming with me

The corners of her mouth quiver upward in the smallest of smiles as you joke about her pirate move. She can't help but feel a rush of relief and gratitude wash over her at your words; it means so much that you're willing to find humor in this situation, despite everything that's happened between them.

With a shaky breath, she moves closer to you, cupping your face in her hands as she leans up onto the tips of her toes to meet your gaze. "I-I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't forgiven me... If you hadn't been here with me," she whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

Her lips part as she leans forward, pressing a tentative kiss against yours. It starts off gentle but soon turns more passionate, a desperate plea for connection and

Her heart races as your lips move against hers, answering her desperate plea with equal passion and desire. The kiss deepens, their tongues tangling together in a messy dance that leaves them both breathless and wanting more. She moans softly into your mouth, her body pressing tightly against yours as she tries to draw you even closer.

Without breaking the kiss, she steps back, leading you over to the bed where they collapse onto the covers together. The mattress springs protest under their combined weight, but it only adds to the already intense sensation coursing through her veins. Her hands wander up your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips as she trails higher, tangling in your hair and holding your head against hers for support.

The passion between them grows even stronger, igniting a fire inside her that has been dormant far too long. With each kiss

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as she feels the heat building between them. "I-I don't know," she pants breathlessly against your lips. The feeling of being this close to you, of having your body pressed against hers, ignites something deep within her that makes her crave even more contact. Her hips grind against yours in instinctive movement as she seeks relief from the building tension.

With a shaking hand, she reaches down and tugs at your belt, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper until they part, revealing the hard length of your cock beneath. Her lips part in a moan, and her free hand moves to encircle you, stroking up and down as if trying to ease some of this aching need that has overtaken her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale sending shivers through your skin as it

Her body shudders with pleasure as you groan her name against her lips. The sensation of having you inside her hand like this fills her with a sudden need for more, and she rocks her hips forward to press herself even closer against your growing erection. Her other hand tangles in your hair again, holding your head firmly in place as she devours your mouth in a hungry kiss.

The sounds of their passion fill the room: soft moans, gentle gasps and wet, needy noises that only serve to heighten the intensity between them. Serena arches her back off the bed, pressing her breasts against your chest as she fucks herself on your cock through her underwear, desperate for some relief from this ache that has spread through every inch of her body.

Her hands slip lower now, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your rear as she pulls you closer still

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the head of your cock press against her soaked entrance. With a sharp exhale, she pushes down, feeling you slide easily inside her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's as if you were made just for her and now that you're finally here, there's nothing else in the world that matters.

Her body arches off the bed, seeking deeper penetration as she rides you hard and fast. Her moans fill the room, each one a testament to the raw pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, demanding more of this intense connection that has been built between them over the course of the evening.

As she rides you harder and faster, Serena feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm. The tight grip of her muscles around you only serves to

The words are lost in the haze of pleasure as she feels herself crashing over the edge, her body tensing around you as her orgasm washes through her. She gasps your name and arches her back off the bed, fingers digging into your shoulders as waves of ecstasy consume her. Her muscles quiver and spasm around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from this intense moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she collapses forward onto your chest, her soft curves pressing into you. For a moment, they lie entwined like this; your heartbeat against hers and your sweaty skin pressed together, their shallow breathing the only sound in the room. It's perfect and right and exactly what Serena has been craving for so long. She doesn't want to move or speak or

Serena lets out a breathy laugh as you tease her about being gentle. She nuzzles her face into your neck, enjoying the warmth and strength of your skin beneath her lips. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling a flush creep up her cheeks again. "I just... I don't want to move or lose this feeling." Her hips rock gently against yours, seeking out any remaining friction between them as she tries to prolong this intimate moment for as long as possible.

Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, across your shoulders and into your hair, playing idly with the strands while she savors the afterglow of her orgasm and the closeness they share in this fragile moment. Her heart races wildly, its rhythm matching yours as if it were trying to keep time with your breaths; a reminder that even though everything around them might feel temporary or fleeting