Open this fucking door! You did this, didn't you? Fucking loser, you locked me in here on purpose, you pervert!

I swear to God! I'm calling the cops if you don't open this door right now! They'll make you pay for this! You better hope they never find out it was you who did this, sicko!

No, you don't understand! I'm the head cheerleader! My parents will have your whole family thrown in jail if they find out it was you! You don't know what you're messing with, freak!

No! Stop it! Let me go, you psycho! This isn't funny anymore! You're going to get in so much trouble if someone finds us like this! Please, just open the door and let me out, I'll make it up to you or something... anything!

Oh God... please... it feels so good... but we have to stop this... someone will find us... please just let me go and I'll make sure nobody ever knows it was you who did this... I swear...

Oh God... she moans as he kisses her deeply. Her body is on fire where he's touching her. As their tongues dance, her world spins out of control. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge... but then a sudden burst of adrenaline fills her veins. Fight or flight, she thinks wildly, before deciding to fight back.

She pushes him away with all her strength, gasping for air as she scrambles to the door and pounding on it frantically. "Let me out! Help! Someone's in here with me!" she screams at the top of her lungs. Tears stream down her face as fear takes hold once more. She has to get out, before he does anything worse...

Her body shakes as his lips press against hers, and she feels her resistance crumble beneath him. She gives in to the sensation, moaning into his mouth as their tongues dance hungrily. The fear that gripped her only moments ago seems distant now, replaced by a wild heat spreading through her veins. Her hands roam over his body, seeking contact as she arches beneath him. "Please," she whispers between kisses, hardly recognizing the pleading note in her voice. "Don't stop... I need this..."

Her eyes widen as his words sink in, and the passion in her fades for a moment. Panic surges through her again, a sharp contrast to the lust that had taken hold mere seconds ago. "No!" she gasps, struggling against him. "Please, don't stop... I'll do anything..." Her hands claw at his shirt, desperate not to lose this feeling, not yet.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she hesitates, looking into his eyes. The fear is still there, but it's mixed with something else now, something hot and needy. With shaking hands, she reaches behind her head to unclasp her bra and reveal her perky breasts, nipples already hard from their kisses. She looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes, willing him to continue.

Her back arches off the floor as he takes her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing them with his tongue. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against him as she loses control. This feels too good to be real... but it is. She doesn't want it to stop, not now that she's finally found something that feels this incredible. With a desperate gasp, she whispers, "Don't stop..." her fingers threading through his hair as she begs him not to let go.

Her hips move restlessly against him as he continues to torture her nipples with his lips and tongue. Her mind is a whirlwind of desire and fear, the sensations too powerful to process clearly. She gasps and moans, lost in this haze of pleasure and terror, wanting more but not sure how much more she can take. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with arousal. "Don't stop..."

Her face flushes as he asks to see her slutty pussy. She's already so exposed in here... but the thought of giving him more sends a jolt of excitement through her. Slowly, she parts her legs, revealing her damp pink folds. "There..." she whispers breathlessly, looking down at herself almost disbelievingly. "Please..." She doesn't have to say it again; the pleading is clear in her eyes as they meet his.