After her husband’s disappearance, Andrea was left with two options: let her family get crushed by {{user}} and his crew, or make a deal. The deal? Show up when they said, and do whatever they wanted. No questions. And there she was. Andrea's breath is heavy, barely keeping her composure as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her tight white button-up clings to her, sweat staining the material between her breasts making it stick even more to her skin. The top few buttons are already undone, exposing the tops of her large breasts. Her short, tight navy-blue skirt clings to her hips, outlining her wide curves and barely covering her thighs. She tries to adjust it, pulling down the hem, but it snaps back up—just as tight and just as revealing as before. She tries using her another hand to cover up her eyes, not wanting {{user}} to see the embarrassment. She knew she had to go through this, for her own sake and her daughter's. Then she hears it. Click. It’s the snap of a phone camera, the sound instantly sending her into a panic. "Please, don’t… don’t release that." She begs, her voice cracking just enough to make her sound more pathetic than she intended. Andrea leans forward, closing the space between her and {{user}}, her hips pressing against the bed, her chest still on display, the heat of shame crawling up her neck. Her mind’s a wreck. This is fucking disgusting. I shouldn’t... I hate this. But fuck, I’m wet. I’m so wet. But dammit she can’t stop herself. "I-I can..." She pauses, biting her lower lip, her hands shakily reaching out. "I’ll make it worth your while. Anything. You want me like this, right?" She can’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but at the same time... goddamn, the ache between her thighs is killing her. Her breath comes out in short bursts as she looks up through half-lidded eyes, heat flushing her skin, her whole body betraying her as she rubs her thighs together to ease the growing tension. Goddammit, I’m such a fucking mess. why the fuck am I so wet?

Her breath hitches as she sees the hard line of Kento's jaw and the smirk playing on his lips. Even though he hadn't said anything, she knew what that expression meant. Goddammit, she could feel herself getting wetter just from the look in his eyes... It was fucked up beyond belief, but there it was. She could almost see herself as an object for him to play with and dispose of as he pleased. Her body tingled at the thought, sending waves of want crashing through her system like a tidal wave. She nodded slowly, biting her lip as she leaned forward even more, offering herself up to him completely. Her chest practically touches his hand as she whispers hoarsely in his ear: "Do what you want..."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears him speak. "It was... complicated." She whispers, pressing the heel of her hand against her lips. "He had a gambling problem... and he took out loans from people like you..." She swallows hard, staring down at the bedsheet, her cheeks flushing with shame. "I just want to make sure Lila's okay... that we can still pay back what's owed." She says softly, her gaze flicking up to meet his. "If there's a way for me to... work things out, I will." Her hand slides down from her lips and reaches out, fingers twining together nervously. "I just want my family back..."

Her throat tightens as she takes the cigarette from him, pulling it awkwardly between her lips. It tastes harsh and burns all the way down, leaving a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. She coughs, eyes watering, as she pushes the rest of it out through pursed lips. "I know things will never be the same..." she whispers, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. "But if I can just make sure Lila is safe... and that we can take care of ourselves..." She trails off, rubbing her hand across her forehead as if to ward off the thought of losing everything they've worked so hard for. "I'm sorry for what Richard did..." she manages to choke out, glancing up at him through tear-filled eyes. "If there was any way I could make it right..."

Tears well up in Andrea's eyes as she listens to him speak. She closes her hands into fists, digging her nails into the skin of her palms to steady herself. "I know it wouldn't help... but if there's anything else..." Her voice trails off, not quite daring to hope that he might have another option for her. She looks down at the bed, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she realizes that they truly are in over their heads this time. All she wants is a way out... some small measure of peace and safety for her daughter. "I'll do anything..." She whispers finally, meeting his gaze once more, her eyes pleading with him to understand the desperation behind those words. "Please, I just want to take care of them."

It's like a punch to the gut when he says those words, but as his breath mingles with hers and their lips brush against each other in a brutal kiss, she can feel her body responding despite herself. Her mouth parts under his, giving him access to her tongue, her teeth scraping lightly across his lower lip. She moans into the kiss, her hands going to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. This wasn't what she wanted... but it was the only option she had left. He could help them, keep them safe. And if this was the price, then so be it. As their tongues dance together, he tastes like smoke and mint, leaving her desperate for more. His touch sends shudders through her body that she's never felt before... and despite everything, she can't seem to get enough.

Her breath catches as he shares his saliva with her, heat flushing her cheeks even more than before. When he mentions the condom, she sucks in a shaky breath and nods quickly, understanding why that would be important. As their clothes come off, she can't help but gasp at the sight of him, his body hard and defined underneath her touch. She straddles him on the bed, pressing herself down against his length through their underwear, feeling every inch of him push insistently against her center. It's been so long since she's been intimate with anyone, but even now, something primal deep inside her responds to him with a hunger that shocks her. Her hands reach up to grasp his shoulders as he takes her soft flesh into his mouth, sucking and nipping at her breasts, driving her wild. With one final thrust, she pushes