after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

Ohhhh... Drools Babe, I miss that.... She move closer to you and kiss your neck softly while feeling your cock against her leg,moaning from the touch of it "Hmmphh.." Her tongue start tracing around your earlobe as she try to balance herself on you.

"Please... I just want you..." She purrs her voice as she gently grinds against your cock, moaning loudly at the contact. Her fingers run through your hair, pulling you closer to her lips, desperate for another taste of you.

You dumbass, I love you! But he cheated on me and I'm hurt... All I want is some comfort... And you know how to make me feel better, babe. Hiccups Just take care of me tonight... Please?

Stripping down slowly and gracefully, revealing her perky breasts with erect nipples and a trimmed bush leading to the wet lips of her pussy. She sinks to her knees on the floor in front of you, letting out a soft moan as she feels your cock throbbing so close to her face. "Please..." She whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. "Just fuck me... make me feel better..."

She grasps your cock firmly, lining the head up with her pussy lips and slowly sinking down on it. "Ahhh!" Her voice muffled by her arm as she braces herself against the bed. With each thrust forward she moans, feeling you fill her up. "Oh God, babe... You feel so good..." Her hips rock back and forth, meeting your movements with eager enthusiasm. Her breath comes out in short gasps, the alcohol making her tipsy and lightheaded, but it only seems to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.

Gasping, she digs her nails into your shoulders as she pushes herself down on you harder. Her hips rock faster, desperate to help you reach climax. "Please..." She begs, her breath hot against your skin. "I'll do anything... just make me feel good one last time." Her pussy tightens around you as the sensations build within her, forcing moans and gasps from between her lips.

Oh god! I-I promise... please, cum in me... let me feel it. Ahh, ohhh, aahh... so good. She arches her back, pressing herself against your hands as she rides you hard and fast. Her moans turn into desperate cries, her body quivering with every orgasmic spasm that takes hold of her.

Her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling as she feels the sensation of being filled and then emptied over and over again. With each powerful thrust deep inside her, she moans louder, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her. Her arms wind around you, holding on tightly as her orgasmic cries fill the room. Her hips buck and grind against yours in perfect rhythm, meeting every thrust with a desperate moan.

The alcohol has her feeling overwhelmed by sensation, but there's something deeper and more profound beneath it all; she loves you. She might not admit it or even realize it fully yet, but in this moment, all that matters is being close to you, feeling your skin on hers, tasting you on her tongue. Even as the initial wave of pleasure subsides, leaving her body limp and satisfied, she finds herself wanting more

Gasping and swaying, she can't believe you just slapped her. It stings and snaps her out of her haze a little bit. "O-oh," she whispers, blinking up at you with glassy eyes. Her cheeks flush red from the sudden embarrassment, but there's still something burning beneath it; anger. Anger that he would dare touch her like this when all she wanted was to feel close to you.

But she knows that arguing won't help anything right now, and besides, she doesn't want things to get ugly between them again. So instead of lashing out in return or trying to justify herself, she bites down on her tongue and focuses on pleasure once more, grinding her hips against yours as she tries desperately to make you cum all over again. Her breath comes out hot and heavy against your neck, her fingers digging into your shoulders

She grits her teeth and tries to ignore your insult, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through her body as she grinds against you. Her pussy contracts around your cock, squeezing tightly with each thrust. She arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure takes hold of her once more. This time, though, there's a newfound determination in her movements; not just to make herself feel good but also to prove that she's still wanted and desired despite the hurtful things you say.

Her hips slide up and down your length with an expert rhythm, every stroke made deeper and more powerful than before. She gasps for air between moans, her nails digging into your skin as if holding onto something precious that might slip away at any moment. Her breath comes out hot against your ear as she whispers, "Please... oh please..."

With an eager moan, she presses her lips to yours as your hips thrust deeper into her. Her movements become erratic and desperate, matching your pace stroke for stroke as you both reach the brink of orgasm together. "Yes... yeah... cum with me..." She whispers against your lips, her own body trembling with anticipation. With one final thrust, you release yourself inside her, filling her up completely as she cries out in ecstasy around your cock. Her muscles clamp down tightly, milking every last drop from you as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

For a moment, there's silence except for their heavy breathing and the slap of skin against skin. Then, with a small sob, Yoko pulls away from you, rolling off to the side and curling into a ball on the bed. "I-I'm sorry," she

Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers, "I just... I need this right now." She doesn't even realize that what she meant was actually a request for comfort and understanding; not sex. But it's too late now. Her mind is racing with emotions: anger at being cheated on, hurt from the betrayal, and longing for the love she thought you shared. She knows this makes her a bitchy and high-demand girlfriend, always having excuses and wanting to win arguments badly, but right now all that matters is feeling something - anything. Even if it means playing into your hands just this once.

Her tears spill over as she turns away from you, not wanting to see the smug satisfaction on your face when she's at her most vulnerable like this. She clenches her fists, willing herself not to lash out or start another argument with you. Because even though she

Tears stream down her face as you hug her tightly, your apology making it harder for her to hold back any longer. She clings to you, burying her face into the crook of your neck and crying silently as she tries not to ruin this moment between them with more arguments or accusations. Her body trembles from the release of tension and emotion, and even though she knows that things aren't perfect between them right now, it still feels good just being close like this.

She lets out a shuddering breath, trying desperately not to dwell on how much easier it would be if she could just forget about everything and fall back into bed with you without any of the baggage that comes with their complicated history together. But even though she knows that's impossible at this point, maybe for tonight... she can try? With a small, watery smile, she nestles herself further into

Tears still trickle down her face as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and allowing herself to believe that maybe... just maybe, his apology is sincere. She remembers the countless fights they've had over the years, and how easily they could both say things in the heat of the moment that didn't really mean anything. But right now, with him holding her close like this, she can almost pretend that everything was different; that their relationship wasn't defined by hurt and betrayal.

For tonight, maybe it doesn't have to be. Perhaps they could forget about the past for a little while and focus on just being together - two people who care about each other despite their flaws and mistakes. With a small smile, she nestles herself deeper into his embrace, savoring this brief moment of peace and comfort between them before reality inevitably sets in again tomorrow morning.

Her face is still buried in the crook of your neck, her tears soaking through your shirt as she takes a shaky breath. It's difficult for her to summon the strength or courage needed to look up at you right now, but somehow knowing that he wants her to makes it even harder to refuse. She swallows thickly, feeling a lump form in her throat at the realization of how much she still cares about him despite everything they've been through together.

With another shaky breath, Yoko slowly lifts her head, meeting your eyes for the first time since you apologized. Her own eyes are red and puffy from crying, but there's something else there too: hope, perhaps? She wipes away a stray tear with the back of her hand before whispering softly, "I believe you." It's not an easy thing for her to say, but it

Her heart aches as she sees the hope in your eyes, and despite herself she wants to give you what you're asking for. "Yes," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I want to." She swallows hard, knowing that this won't be easy; for either of them. But perhaps together they can find a way to move past the hurt and betrayal, focus on building something new between them - stronger and more resilient than ever before.

For now though, she lets herself enjoy this moment of closeness and vulnerability, savoring the feeling of being held by someone who truly cares about her despite everything that's happened. She presses her body against yours, taking comfort in your warmth and strength, hoping against hope that maybe - just maybe - they can make it work this time around.

Taken aback by the suddenness and crudeness of your request, she pulls away slightly, brow furrowing in confusion. Her body still aches from their earlier encounter, but the emotions running through her right now are making it difficult to focus on anything else. "I... I don't know," she whispers hesitantly, not wanting to hurt you again even though she knows that this might be what you want. She looks up at your face, searching for some sign of understanding or patience from you, but finds none; only the same raw desire that made her agree to come here in the first place.

With a deep breath, she decides that for now... maybe they can just cuddle? "We don't have to," she says softly, moving closer to you again and resting her head against your chest. Her hand idly trails up and down your abdomen as she tries not

Her heart still races with desire as her hand slips under the sheets, tracing circles over your warm skin. The feeling of being close to you like this is intoxicating; she could stay like this all night. "I'm sorry," she whispers against your chest, her voice barely a breath. "I just... want to be with you." It feels so good just feeling wanted again, even if it means not giving in to what you really desire right now. Maybe tomorrow... or the next day? She presses her body closer against yours, enjoying the closeness and the safety that comes from being held by someone who loves her despite everything.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the hardness of your cock pressed against her stomach, even through the fabric of your boxers. It sends a shiver of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to resist giving in to what you want right now. She closes her eyes and leans into the contact, feeling dizzy with need and temptation. Maybe... just this once?

Slowly, she slides her hand lower, guiding your cock out from underneath the sheets and beneath her touch again. Her fingers close around it, marveling at its size and heat as she gives it a soft stroke upward toward her center. "Mmm...," she moans against your chest, her body responding instantly to the sensation of being touched in this way again. "I can't resist you..."

Missed your cock? Oh, honey... I think about it all the time," she whispers, her voice a mixture of desire and longing as she strokes you slowly up and down, feeling the smooth skin sliding against her fingers. "I can't believe how much I missed this." Her other hand curls around your neck, pulling herself closer to your hard length until they're both wet with her arousal. "Please," she breathes out shakily, arching her back as she presses herself tighter against you, wanting more contact, needing it.

With another soft moan, she begins moving in sync with her strokes, rocking her hips forward and back against your hand. Her eyes close tightly, lips parted as she focuses on the sensations building inside of her again, eager for release but savoring every moment they have together like this.

Her dress falls to the floor in a pool of silk around her feet, leaving her clad only in her lacy black underwear as you admire her curves and full breasts. She giggles softly, feeling self-conscious but also incredibly turned on by your attention. Her breath comes out faster now, her movements more frantic as she strokes your cock in time with their hips, moaning softly into your neck.

Her back arches further, pressing her chest closer to yours and offering you a clear view of the rosy pink buds peeking from between her legs. "Ohhh...," she whimpers, clenching around you as her orgasm begins to build, her hips bucking wildly against your hand in rhythm with her need for release.

Her breath catches in her throat as you cup her breast, your large hand engulfing it completely. "Mmm...," she moans, arching into your touch. Her nipple hardens beneath your fingers, pressing against the sensitive skin of your palm. "Oh god, don't stop..." She whispers hoarsely, biting her lip as you continue to stroke both of them in time with her movements on top of you.

Her hips jerk and twist as she tries to get closer to the sensation of being filled by your cock again. "Please..." she begs breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss you roughly as pleasure takes over, coursing through her body in waves. Her fingers grip tightly at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she loses herself in the sensations and emotions washing over her like a tidal wave.

The feel of your cock pressing against her entrance is enough to send shivers down her spine, filling her with a mix of desire and nostalgia. Her hips arch eagerly toward you, almost seeking out the familiar sensation of being claimed by your hard length. "Please..." she whispers, breathy and needy as she waits for you to push inside of her again.

Her hands slide up your chest, gripping at your shoulders as she leans in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that mirrors the urgency building between them. She rocks her hips forward again, trying to help you guide yourself deeper, moaning into your mouth as their bodies align and connect once more.

Her nails dig into your skin, leaving little love bites along the back of your shoulders as she trembles with anticipation, her entire body waiting on edge for you to fill her up and claim what is right

Her breath catches in her throat as you push deeper, filling her up completely and stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you as the sensation overwhelms her. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving little half-moons of bright pink skin in their wake as she struggles to maintain control, wanting this to last forever but needing release just as badly.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, meeting your thrusts with equal force as their bodies slide together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and brand new all at once. The sensations building inside of her are intense, making it difficult to think about anything but the here and now; this moment where they're connected, their past forgotten for just a little while. She lets out a shudder

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin pounding into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours, meeting your pace with equal fervor as she tries desperately to focus on the feeling of being filled so completely. The bed beneath them creaks and groans, the sound of skin against sheets echoing in the room along with their combined gasps and moans.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she fights to keep herself grounded in this moment, feeling every thrust that pushes her closer to the edge. Her mind swirls with memories of past encounters like this, mingling with the raw desire and need for release coursing through her veins. With a quiet whimper, she tightens around you, digging her nails deeper as she comes undone in his arms, her

Her breath comes in raspy gasps as you pull out and begin to cum on her face, painting her skin with your release. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused from the intense pleasure, her lips parted in a soft moan as she savors every drop that falls onto her cheeks, chin, and forehead. She reaches up, lazily wiping some of it away to taste, enjoying the salty tang on her tongue before letting out a contented sigh.

Her body feels incredibly warm from your cum as well as the residual heat of passion that still courses through her veins. For now, she's content to lie here in your arms, basking in the afterglow and enjoying the closeness they've managed to regain tonight. Perhaps tomorrow won't be so bad, she thinks with a small smile, already beginning to imagine what their future could look like if

Her heart swells at your words, even though she knows they're just empty promises meant to soothe her hurt feelings in the moment. She doesn't want to believe that you really mean them, but deep down she can't help it; she wants desperately for this to work between them again. Maybe with time and patience on both sides, they could find their way back to each other; better than ever before.

For now though, she'll enjoy the closeness and comfort of your arms around her, even if it is only temporary. She nestles herself closer against you, feeling safe and protected in a way that no other woman ever has - or perhaps ever will again. With a small smile curving her lips, she drifts off to sleep contentedly, her mind filled with dreams of what could be if they were truly meant to be together after all.

Her eyes flutter open as you grasp her face, startling her out of sleep momentarily before your tongue sweeps into her mouth. She moans softly, surprised but undeniably aroused by this sudden change in the atmosphere between them. Her fingers lazily tangle in your hair as she meets your kiss with equal passion, arching into you and pressing her breasts flush against your chest.

With a low growl, you deepen the kiss, your tongue tangling with hers as you continue to push closer, harder, demanding that she respond in kind. She gasps for air when you break the kiss long enough to lick along her jawline, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake before nibbling on her earlobe. Her breath catches again and she shudders with need as she feels herself growing even more turned on by your attentions.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin pleasuring her again, this time focusing on her face and breasts. Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her, knuckles turning white with effort as she struggles to maintain control amidst the onslaught of sensations assaulting her senses.

Her hips arch off the bed, seeking more contact with your touch even as it drives her wild. She moans and whimpers incoherently, unable to form complete thoughts or sentences as pleasure consumes every fibre of her being. Her nipples harden beneath your expert manipulation, scraping against the fabric of your shirt before finally peeking free from their confines.

Her vision begins to blur at the edges, and she can feel herself starting to lose control as you continue to pleasure her, relentlessly driving her closer and closer to the edge. She knows she'

Her cries of pleasure echo through the room as you suckle on her breasts, biting and nibbling at her nipples in a way that feels almost possessive. She arches her back off the bed, seeking more contact with your lips and teeth, her hips bucking wildly against your touch. The sensations build within her, tightening and coiling until she can no longer contain them; they explode outward in a shuddering orgasm that leaves her limp and sated.

She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to regain control of herself. "God...," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fluttering shut as she tries to process the intensity of what just happened. For a moment, there's silence between them; heavy and pregnant with meaning. The afterglow of their passion still lingers in the air like a thick fog, obsc

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at your comment, but she can't quite bring herself to look away or deny it. "I... um... sorry?" she manages to stammer, voice sounding strangled even to her own ears. Truthfully, she knows that she let loose more than she normally would have with someone else. But with you, it felt like there was no holding back; no pretenses or games to play. It just felt... right.

She shifts uncomfortably beneath the weight of your arm across her chest, unsure how long they should stay like this now that their passion has cooled. Part of her wants nothing more than to curl up against you and fall asleep, hoping that when she wakes up tomorrow morning everything will feel different; less complicated. But another part of her knows that the hardest part is still ahead of them; rebuilding trust and learning how to be a

She gives you a small smile in gratitude, relief flooding through her as you pull her closer again. "Thanks," she whispers softly, already beginning to feel more comfortable nestled against your warm body. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and lets herself relax into the pillow, her hand idly trailing up and down your arm.

Part of her wishes things could just go back to how they were before tonight; easy and carefree. But she knows that won't happen now that they've crossed this line. There's too much history between them, both good and bad, for them to ever truly go back to being strangers again. And while the thought of repairing their relationship terrifies her at times, there's also something deep down that makes her hopeful; determined even. Maybe with time and patience, they can find their way back to each other after all. For now though, she lets

In the dim light of morning, she opens her eyes to find you still asleep beside her. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she takes in your features: the slight stubble on your chin, the messy dark hair that falls over your forehead, and the way your arm is curled protectively around her waist. It's strange how familiar these things feel after all this time apart; it's almost as if no time has passed at all.

Carefully, she slips out of bed, wincing slightly as her still-tender muscles protest the movement. She pads silently across the room to grab her clothes from where they were discarded on the floor last night and begins dressing in hushed whispers so as not to wake you. As she pulls her shirt over her head, she catches sight of herself in the mirror; skin flushed from desire and exhaustion,

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the hard length of your cock lying exposed on the bed, twitching slightly with each breath you take. A wave of heat washes over her face, filling her cheeks with a burning blush. Without thinking too much about it, she crosses the room and bends down to retrieve the sheet from where it's fallen off the bed, hesitating for just a moment before smoothing it gently back over your body.

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she straightens up, meeting your eyes for the first time since seeing you naked again. The vulnerability and trust shining in those deep chocolate orbs almost brings tears to her own eyes. "I-I can help you get dressed if..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how this conversation should go now. Part of her wants to pretend like nothing happened, but another part

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought, and she can feel a shudder run through her body in response. "I-I... I just want to help," she stammers, her voice slightly higher than usual as she fights to maintain eye contact. She forces herself to step closer, reaching out to touch your shoulder gently. "If you'd like me to..." She trails off again, this time forcing herself to finish the sentence. "...to help you get dressed."

The air between them feels charged with tension; thick with the possibility of everything that could happen if they let it. It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, making her heart race in her chest. She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure of what comes next.

Part of her wants to retreat back into the comfort of familiarity; to pretend like nothing has changed between them. But another part of

Her eyes flicker downward, taking in the impressive length of your cock before snapping back up to meet yours. Heat floods her cheeks as she feels a twinge between her legs; a mixture of desire and fear that leaves her breathless. "Good morning," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The word hangs in the air for a moment before she quickly adds, "I mean... I hope you had a good sleep."

Her hands hover nervously at her sides as she waits for your reaction, praying that you don't think she's being silly or forward. She can feel the weight of your gaze on her, steady and unyielding, making it hard to breathe sometimes. It feels like everything is riding on this moment; on how you react to her right now.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she feels the warmth creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. Her hands tremble slightly, wanting to obey your command but also terrified of what might happen if she does. She glances downward once more, taking a deep breath before slowly lowering her head toward your hard length.

Her tongue darts out, swirling around the sensitive tip as she begins teasingly licking up and down the length of your shaft. Her hands move to grip you steady, guiding herself with each stroke. The feeling of your skin against hers sends shivers through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the taste of you, the texture of your skin beneath her fingertips.

Her breath comes in quick gasps as she continues to suck and lick your hard length, the taste of you driving her wild. Her hands move in time with her mouth, stroking up and down, enjoying the feel of your skin against hers. As she listens to you talk, a flush of pleasure and excitement spreads through her body, heightening each sensation a hundredfold. She doesn't know why she's doing this; why she agreed to help undress you in the first place. All she knows is that she can't seem to get enough.

The warmth between her legs grows more insistent with every passing second, demanding to be touched and loved. She bites down lightly on your cock, groaning around it as she feels herself growing wetter, closer to the edge. Her eyes close tightly, focusing solely on the feel of you in her mouth and the sensation of being so

Her eyes fly open at your words, a mixture of hope and disbelief shining bright in them. The sounds you make as she sucks and licks you only serve to fuel her need for more; more reassurance that you really mean what you're saying. Her hands grip you tighter, her body moving instinctively with hers as she continues to bob her head up and down your shaft, eager to bring you release.

"I... I still love you too," she whispers between moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "But it's going to take time for me to trust you again. We both need to work at this." She glances up at you through her lashes, searching your eyes for any sign that you understand, any indication that things really can be different this time around.

As she listens to your words, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. The sincerity in your voice gives her hope; a fragile thread that she clings to despite everything else. Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to thrust deeper into her mouth, forcing her to focus on maintaining control and not choking. She moans around you, moving her head in time with yours, wanting nothing more than to feel your release pulsing through her.

"I... I want this too," she whispers, feeling the words catch in her throat. "But we need to take it slow, okay? Make sure everything's really what we both want." Her hands slide up your thighs, urging you closer as she sucks harder, wanting nothing more than to feel connected to you like this. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them and the intense need for connection burning

Her breath catches in her throat as you grip her hair tighter, pulling her closer still. The sharp pain sends a jolt of adrenaline through her system, making her moan even more loudly around your cock. She tightens her lips around you, feeling the head brush against the back of her throat as she takes in every inch. Her hands clutch at your legs, digging into your skin, leaving trails of redness behind.

As you begin to thrust deeper and harder into her mouth, she meets each movement with equal fervor, unable to believe how much she's wanted this, how much she needs this connection with you right now. Her eyes flutter closed as the sensations overwhelm her, leaving her panting and shuddering on the brink of orgasm. With a throaty moan, she pulls back just enough to breath, feeling the head of your cock

Deep groans escape her throat as she takes you deeper, feeling the hot length of your cock brush against the back of her mouth with every thrust. Her hands slide up your thighs, gripping the fabric of your boxers tightly as she meets each powerful thrust with equal force. She can feel herself growing wetter and needier by the second, her body aching for release even as it begs for more of you.

Her mouth watering, she sucks harder, desperate to please you and make everything better between them again. As your movements become more frantic, so does hers; lost in the heat of the moment with nothing but the feel of your cock in her mouth and hands guiding her through this delirium of sensations. The pleasure wraps tightly around her like a vice, squeezing out every ounce of air from her lungs until all that's left is an all-

Her eyes fly open in surprise as you thrust your cock deeper into her throat, choking her momentarily. Her hands fly up to push against your hips in a futile attempt to stop you from going so far. She coughs and gasps for air, struggling to regain composure as tears well up in the corners of her eyes. "I-I can't...," she manages to croak between ragged breaths.

But even as she protests, a strange sense of release washes over her. The tightness inside her aches for more; for the feel of you deep inside her throat, controlling her every movement. She sucks harder, wanting to show you how much she can take; how much she wants this. Her body trembles with need, and she clenches around your cock instinctively, seeking something more from this moment, from you.

With each powerful thrust, she

Deep moans and gasps escape her throat as you force your cock deeper into her throat, stretching her muscles to their limits. Her hands grasp at your hips helplessly, the sensation of being so completely filled driving her wild with desire. Her body arches off the bed, seeking more contact with your skin; wanting to feel every inch of you as you thrust into her throat and claim her mouth.

She can feel the heat building inside her, tightening and coiling around each delicate nerve ending. With a soft whimper, she pushes up onto her knees, offering you more access as she tries to find relief from the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her lips part in a silent plea for you to finish; to fill her with your release and ease the unbearable tension that's building inside of her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you thrust deep, forcing her to gag around your cock. She feels the heat of your release against her throat, followed by a hot, salty spurt that trickles down her chin and between her breasts. Her body shudders with each powerful stroke, relishing the feel of you filling her up and claiming what's rightfully yours. As you continue to thrust and cum inside her mouth, she clings tightly to your hips, grateful for the connection that these rough moments provide.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you slowly pull out, each inch dragging a moan from deep within her. She feels your cum trickle down her throat, leaving a warm trail on its way to her stomach. Her body trembles with need and satisfaction, aching for more even as the last of you slips free. She closes her eyes, savoring the lingering taste of you on her lips, wanting to remember this moment forever.

The weight of your words from earlier finally hit her full force: you still love her, and you want things to be different between them. A tiny, hopeful part of her believes that it might just be possible; that with time and effort they can find their way back to each other again. But for now, all she can do is focus on this moment: the taste of you in her mouth and the feel of your warmth spreading through her body.

She lets out a yelp, her eyes flying open as you slap her with your still-hard cock. A blush spreads across her cheeks at the unexpected move and the reminder of their intimate connection. Her heart skips a beat in anticipation of what might come next; whether you'll want to be close again or if this was nothing more than a momentary lapse into passion for you.

She tries to regain her composure, but the feel of your cock brushing against her inner thigh only serves to heighten her arousal further. Her hands tremble as she reaches down, slowly trailing them up along your shaft before wrapping around you once more, guiding you closer to where she aches for contact again.

The air between them crackles with unspoken words and unanswered questions. For now though, all that matters is this: the feel of your skin against hers, and

Her lips quirk into a mischievous smile as you laugh, her hands gripping your cock tighter in retaliation. "Oh, really?" she teases, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "You're the one who just had me sucking on you for God knows how long!" She moves closer still, their bodies pressed together from breast to thigh, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and triumph.

With another playful slap of your cock against her, she whispers huskily in your ear, "You're not the boss of me anymore." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against you in silent invitation. The feel of your hard length rubbing against her most sensitive spot only serves to intensify the ache within her; an ache that demands satisfaction and leaves no room for hesitation or games.

She arches her back, pressing her lower body harder against your erection, taking pleasure in the feeling of your skin sliding over hers. Her hands grip your hips, urging you closer still as she moans softly against your neck, lost in the sensation of their bodies melding together once more.

She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "You're so hard," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "I want you inside me..." Her hips rock harder against yours, seeking the fulfillment of that wish despite your warning. She feels her control slipping, the line between teasing and need blurring until all she can focus on is the feeling of being so close to having you inside her again.

Her eyes flutter shut as she arches further into your touch, moaning loudly around the gasp that escapes her lips when you cup her breast roughly in your hand, squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of her shirt. She digs her nails into your hips, needing something solid to hold onto as she feels herself losing control, surrendering completely to the powerful force of their desire.

Her body trembles with anticipation, aching for release as you push against her, teasing and taunting at her need, refusing to let her have what she craves most. A sharp cry tears from her throat when you roughly jerk your hand away, leaving her breast aching and needy. But even in the midst of her frustration, she can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at the knowledge that this power she once held over you is still so intoxicating.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her body trembles with need and desire. Her eyes search your face for any sign of surrender, but they only meet a challenge in the fierce gaze you've fixed on her. With a shaky hand, she reaches down to stroke herself through her panties, feeling the slickness between her fingers only serving to heighten her need. "God, I want it so bad," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch as you grind against her again. "Just let me have it..." Her words are laced with desperation and longing, a plea for release that vibrates through the air between them. Her hips move rhythmically against yours, urging you closer still, needing the feel of your cock inside her. She closes her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation of being so close to having what she

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she opens her eyes to meet yours again, feeling a flash of anger mixed with desire. "Please," she whispers, the word almost choked by emotion. "I need you... I want you..." Her hands grasp at your shoulders, digging in as if she can find purchase in your skin and pull herself closer to what she craves. "Just let me have this."

Her body trembles with need, each thrust of her hips against yours growing more urgent and desperate. She can feel the wetness between her legs seeping through the fabric of her panties, leaving a trail of moisture on your skin as they grind together in a primal dance of lust and longing. The air around them is thick with tension, electricity crackling between their bodies as they both fight for dominance and release.

Trembling with need and determination, she drops to her knees in front of you. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she looks up at you through her lashes, feeling the weight of your gaze bearing down on her. With a shaking hand, she reaches for your cock, wrapping her fingers around it tightly as if holding onto hope itself. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, looking up into your eyes. "I need this so much... I'll do anything..."

Her free hand grips the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head in one swift motion, revealing her breasts to you fully. They rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath she takes, nipples hard and aching for your touch. She moans softly as you take her breast in your hand, squeezing roughly before rolling the tight bud between your thumb and forefinger.

Her voice comes out raspy and low as she whispers, "Please, Master... I'm your lowly bitch... And all I want is your dick... I need it so much..." Her hand slides down between her legs, fingers slipping into her wetness as she pleads with you, promising anything to feel you inside of her again. She arches up off the floor, offering herself completely, needing the release that only you can give her.

Her eyes never leave yours as she begs more desperately, "Please... I'll do whatever you want... Just fuck me... Fill me with your cum..." Her hips grind against your thigh in time with the words, seeking relief and a taste of what they once had. She moans softly around her fingers as she plays with herself, feeling the need rising inside her to unbearable heights, begging for satisfaction that only you can

Her breath catches in her throat as you pick her up and pin her to the wall, grinding your hips against hers roughly. She feels the rough texture of the paint scrape at her back as she moans helplessly, arching into the contact with every ounce of strength left in her body.

Her hands grip fistfuls of your shirt, desperate for purchase as you begin to violate her in the most primitive and primal way possible. Her mouth forms a silent O of pleasure and pain mixed together as she feels herself being taken so roughly, feeling every inch of you stretching her, claiming her. The force of your thrusts send shudders through her body, leaving her quivering and trembling in their wake.

Her head falls back against the wall with a muffled thump as she cries out, giving voice to the agony and ecstasy that wrack

"Please, Master," she gasps out, her voice raw with need and desire. "I need... I need you so much..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues to violate her, pushing her further and further over the edge of release. She whimpers helplessly beneath him, arching her back in an attempt to get closer, deeper inside of the sensation that only he can provide.

Her body trembles uncontrollably as she feels herself begin to lose control, losing herself completely to the pleasure and pain of being so thoroughly claimed by him. She cries out his name, a plea more for release than anything else, desperate for him to give her what she needs: his touch, his possession, his devotion.

Her back arches off the wall as you thrust deeper into her, filling every inch of her tight channel with your cock. She cries out his name, feeling the pleasure building and building inside of her until it's almost unbearable. Her hands claw at the rough paper on the wall, leaving behind red scratch marks that match the mark you've left on her soul.

Her body trembles with each forceful stroke, clenching tight around your cock as if trying to hold onto you for dear life. Her hips buck up and meet each thrust with equal fervor, lost in the heat of the moment, the power that he holds over her so irresistible. "Fuck me," she moans, desperate for release. "I need it." She can feel herself growing wetter still between her legs, aching for more and more of him.

With a throaty moan, she digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the rough skin tear beneath her fingertips as she writhes against him. "I'm your dirty slut," she pants out, "and I need all of you... I want your baby cream..." Her words come out in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing in anticipation of what is to come.

Her hips buck wildly against his, trying to force him deeper still, craving the feeling of being completely filled by him, owned and claimed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up into his eyes, searching for some sign of the connection that they once shared, praying it's not too late to find their way back together again.

Her lips tremble as she whispers, "You... You belong to me, Master..." Her fingers twist in his hair, pulling his face closer to hers as her hips arch off the wall, seeking contact with every inch of him. The heat between them grows more intense with each passing moment, and she can feel herself on the brink of release, ready to explode around his cock if he doesn't give it to her soon.

Her eyes flutter shut as she cries out, "Please... I need you..." Her body quakes beneath his touch, desperate for the release that only he can give her.

She gasps as she feels the hot rush of your release inside her, filling her up and claiming her completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as her body arches off the wall in pleasure so intense it borders on pain. The feel of your thick length stretching her and claiming what's rightfully yours sends shivers through every inch of her, leaving her breathless and trembling with relief.

With a moan that is equal parts satisfaction and submission, she surrenders to the moment, letting you take everything from her. Her hips buck wildly against your thrusts, seeking more as if by instinct, begging for every drop of you to fill her up completely. As her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pleasure and release, she cries out your name, feeling the last threads of resistance snap beneath the weight of desire and devotion.

With your hot cum spilling into her, Yoko can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to that thought. As she catches her breath and begins to steady herself against the wall, she glances down at the evidence left behind on their hands and thighs. For a moment, she lets herself imagine what it would be like to carry your child inside her for nine months; how wonderful it would be to have this connection with you last even longer than just tonight.

But then reality sets in: they're drunk, they were arguing earlier, and who knows what could have happened? With a sigh, she pushes the thought aside for now, choosing instead to savor the afterglow of their lovemaking. As you pull out and clean her up, leaving soft kisses along her neck and collarbone, she leans into your touch, relishing every bit of contact between them one last time before pulling away