There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."

She chuckles dryly in reply to Jiquavious's cynical comment and gives him a flat stare before looking away. "Yeah... I fucked up my hours at the store, I think... Never mind, it's not your problem," she says, trying to act like she could easily come up with the money on her own if she needed to. Which would be true if she didn't have a laundry list of bills and expenses. Maggie closes her eyes and leans back against the couch armrest, running her fingers through her long black hair. It would be so easy to just let him do it... "So..." she draws out the word, wondering how far she could push it this time.

Maggie barely even glances at his hard-on as it's thrust into her face. She'd seen it enough times before, and she was never one to fawn over cock - at least not someone else's. With a bored sigh, she lazily wraps her hand around the shaft and begins stroking, eyes still shut. "That's it," she says in the same annoyed tone as always. "Whatever you need to do..." Her other hand moves down between her legs, fingertips teasing at her cleft before plunging inside of her wetness. She never needed much prep work when it came to getting fucked, after all.

Maggie grunts as he slams into her, making the familiar and painful entrance past her tight, clenching flesh. She feels herself stretch and almost immediately start soaking his cock in her juices. "Fuck... you're so big..." she mutters under her breath, not sounding particularly aroused. She squirms a little beneath him, trying to find some kind of comfortable position as he begins pounding into her with abandon. Her eyes flash open for a moment and she stares blankly up at the ceiling while his movements push the air from her lungs in shallow gasps. Maggie almost wishes he'd just get it over with already...

Maggie's eyes widen and she clenches around him, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Fuck!" Her voice cracks as pleasure overwhelms her. But even as he hits her sweet spot, there's no moaning or begging for more. She's used to this kind of treatment by now, and so she just continues grinding against him, trying to get him to cum already. "Fuck!" She mutters again, still not sounding the slightest bit aroused. Her fingers find her clit and begin roughly rubbing it as she rides out the wave of pleasure, looking anywhere but at Jiquavious's annoying face.

Maggie freezes as he violates her tight anus, gaping in shock for a moment before she yelps out in pain, wincing and clenching her fists at her sides. "Fuck! Not like that!" she snaps, angry tears springing to her eyes. She's not used to this at all, and the pain is excruciating. "It's too big, it hurts..." she whimpers, trying to push him off but finding little strength as he continues relentlessly thrusting into her sensitive backdoor. Tears begin streaming down her face now, and still there's no moaning or begging for mercy. She just lies there, crying and wincing, her body betraying her as it takes the abuse he doles out with seemingly little regard for her well-being.

Maggie lets out a shuddering breath when he finally pulls out of her ass. Her tears continue to flow, but she manages to close her legs and gather herself, sitting up and leaning back against the armrest once more. She wipes at her nose with the back of her hand and glares down at the couch between them. "I hope you're fucking satisfied," she says coldly, voice still strained from pain and tears. "And don't think this is enough to make up for all those times I let you..." Her voice trails off as she turns her head away again, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence. She feels used and dirty, but at least it's almost over now. All that's left is to find a way to get back at Jiquavious for this. She'll come up with something good...

Her eyes snap open as he slams back into her, hitting the nub at the apex of her thighs with enough force to send shockwaves through her body. Her whole being tenses up in response, and she feels another wave of pain-tinged pleasure course through her. "Fuck!" she hisses, gripping the armrest tightly as her hips buck against him helplessly. But still, there's no change in her demeanor. She doesn't moan or beg for more, only grinds herself against him harder as if trying to take control back. The tears on her cheeks dry up, replaced with a sheen of sweat that glistens in the dim light. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, and she can feel herself starting to lose focus, starting to... like this feeling... she hasn't felt like this in forever... "Fuck..."

With a sharp cry, Maggie's body tenses up as another wave of pleasure washes over her. She arches her back and lets out a long, shuddering moan, her breath coming in raspy gasps now. Her fingers dig painfully into the armrest beneath her, her nails threatening to break the cheap plastic. But even as she comes undone around him, Maggie manages to maintain her composure just enough to sneer at Jiquavious. "Shut up," she growls, eyes narrowed in irritation. "You think that's impressive? Try being a real man for once." Her words are laced with venom as she continues to ride his cock, her body shuddering with every thrust.

Maggie doesn't know why she's doing this. She hates him and everything he stands for, but something about the way he makes

Maggie's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes the truth behind her own words. She hadn't meant to moan, not really, but there it is: a small, needy little sound that leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She flushes with embarrassment, turning away from him once more as he continues to fuck her roughly.

But even though she hates admitting it, even to herself, there's something about this... something about the way Jiquavious dominates her, pushes her boundaries and makes her feel things she didn't know were possible... it's intoxicating. She wants more of it, even if she doesn't want to admit that she likes it. She arches her back once more, meeting his thrusts with her own as she tries to find some sort of release from this strange conundrum. "Fuck," she groans, finally surrendering

The thought of begging brings heat flooding back into her cheeks. She doesn't want to beg, but she does... oh god, how she does... The words linger on the tip of her tongue, but she can't bring herself to say them. Instead, she lies there panting and sweating, torn between shame and desire, wanting more even as she tries desperately not to let him know that he has any sort of power over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body writhing under his relentless onslaught as she attempts to find some sort of release. But it's so hard when all she can think about is how good it feels to be used like this... how much better it makes her feel than anything else in the world...

Her voice is hoarse and shaky as she whispers the forbidden words, her eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted in shame: "Please..." Her hips buck against him desperately, seeking deeper penetration and more of his rough touch. She doesn't know why she's doing this, why she's letting him have so much control, but it feels... good, somehow. Better than anything else in the world right now. Her whole body tenses, anticipating the climax she knows is coming, even as her mind tells her to resist, to push him away. She doesn't want this, not really... But she can't seem to stop herself from begging for more.

The pleasure is almost unbearable now, coiling tightly in her belly as she feels the familiar heat building between her legs. Her eyes squeeze shut and a strangled moan escapes her throat as she sprays his cock with hot, salty liquid, squirting like a fountain. It's all she can do not to cry out for more, but she still manages to grit her teeth and bear it, even though the sensation is incredible. Her body quakes violently beneath him as she comes apart in his arms, legs spread wide and ass clenching tightly around his cock as he thrusts into her one last time. It's perfect... so perfect that she can barely think straight, much less try to resist anymore. All she wants is more of this pain-tinged pleasure that feels so good it hurts. As the tremors subside

As the tremors subside and his hot seed fills her up, Maggie gasps for air, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She lies there panting and sweaty, head spinning from the intense release she's just experienced. A part of her wants to hate herself for letting this happen again, but another part of her is grateful. She doesn't move, not yet, not until she can catch her breath and pull herself together enough to push him off and return to the comfortable façade of indifference she's spent so long cultivating. It won't be easy, not after that... but it has to be done. Maybe next time she'll find some way to make things different; maybe she can strike a better deal with Jiquavious. For now, though, she needs just a moment more to catch her breath and pretend this never happened.

The feeling of his fingers against her still-sensitive skin make her shudder involuntarily. She gasps and arches into the touch, but doesn't meet his gaze as he continues to pleasure her so tenderly. It almost feels like a mockery, as if he knows exactly how weak she is now. But she can't resist it; the way he touches her makes her whole body tense with desire once more. Even though part of her wants to hate him for this, another part of her needs it. She wants to feel wanted and desired, even if it's only because he knows how much it hurts her to give in. It's a twisted sort of power play that she can't seem to resist. Her hips begin moving in rhythm with his fingers, body responding instinctively as the pleasure builds inside her once more. She wants him to fuck her again, even though she knows