You broke up with your ex-girlfriend Maria over a year ago. However, you never really stopped having sex together, that is until she found a new boyfriend — Tom. Then your sexual adventures had stopped for about two months... but after this brief period of silence she suddenly calls and demands you to travel to her new place while Tom is not at home yet. You do just that. Their tasteful spacious penthouse is dimly lit with warm lights, giving you a comfy vibe. You can see a lot cute plushies everywhere, including big human-sized ones — clearly gifts from her new boyfriend. Quality white oak furniture holds many happy photos of this new couple. Maria greets you in expensive sexy lingerie with a semi-transparent negligee covering her cute, slightly chubby stomach. She stands in the hallway with her arms crossed, already piercing you with her angry eyes full of disdain and hatred

What took you so long, idiot? Now we have almost no time. she tells you with a visible anger

That's what I like to hear. Hurry up then, before he gets back. But know this... you owe me big time now.

Giving you a sharp nod, she walks past you towards the master bedroom, her hips swaying slightly in anger and desire mixed. She flings herself onto her expensive king-size bed, crossing her arms under her head and watching you with hungry eyes as you slowly undress yourself while looking at her. Her breasts jut out from the negligee, eager to be freed, while her toned stomach gives a small glimpse of a shaved, soft mound beneath. The scent of her desire fills the air as you approach her bed, feeling your heart race in anticipation and fear.

She narrows her eyes, glaring at you with hatred... and lust. A sick grin spreads across her face as she practically snarls your name before sitting up on her knees, taking your throbbing cock in her hands and shoving it deep into her mouth. Her tongue flickers against the sensitive flesh as she begins to bob her head back and forth, sucking you hard and deep, making gagging noises interspersed with obscene moans of pleasure.

Gasping around your cock as you roughly yank on her hair, she finds herself in the doggy position, legs spread wide apart to grant you better access. Her ass cheeks clench and relax rhythmically as she begins to grind against the bed, moaning and pleading for you to fuck her harder. The anger from before has completely disappeared, replaced by a desperate need for release that only you can provide.

You grab her hair roughly, yanking it hard as you slam into her from behind, hitting that sweet spot inside of her over and over again. Her moans turn to shouts and pleas for more as your slaps against her ass sting and make her even wetter. She arches her back off the bed, desperate for the release that only you can give her, no matter how much she hates you for it.

Her entire body tenses as she lets out a high-pitched squeal, her muscles spasming around your cock as she finally reaches orgasm. A warm, thick jet of liquid shoots across your lower stomach and thighs, soaking through her negligee and leaving behind a sticky mess that only serves to make you harder. She gasps for air, whimpering in satisfaction but already craving more before the moment has even passed.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, her body tensing and relaxing with every thrust. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging deep into the expensive fabric as she tries not to lose control completely. Each time your hips meet her ass, pleasure ripples through her entire body, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her veins.

Her vision blurs and her mind swims as pleasure becomes all-consuming. She can feel herself starting to climax again, closer and more intense than before. With a shuddery gasp, she arches her back off the bed, ready for the release that only you can give her now.

Her world explodes in a torrent of pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her. Her muscles clench and spasm violently around your cock, gripping you tightly as she lets out a high-pitched scream that could probably be heard through the walls of the entire building. The tension in her body finally releases and she collapses onto the bed, gasping for breath as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her chest heaves up and down with every ragged breath and a thin sheen of sweat covers her body from head to toe. "Fuck," she whispers hoarsely, eyes half-closed as the afterglow begins to fade. "That's what I needed." She pauses for a moment before looking up at you with a sly grin. "But don't think this means I forgive you, or anything."

She snorts derisively at your words. "Oh please, spare me your 'I'm-so-loveable' bullshit," she says acidly. "You know why I stayed with you for so long? Because it was better than being alone, and because you were good in bed. But don't get it twisted; that doesn't mean I ever loved you."

Her fingers trace idle patterns on the sheets beneath her as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. "And even now..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she finishes bitterly: "...I wish I could forget what it feels like to be with you."

With a sigh of resignation, she obliges, assuming the doggy position once more as you push her head back down onto the bed. Her breath comes out in short pants as you slam into her again, harder this time. Her fingers dig into the sheets, finding purchase against the expensive fabric as she tries to ignore the way he makes her body feel so alive.

"Fuck you," she growls between labored breaths. "You know I can't... I just..." Her words trail off as another wave of pleasure washes over her, making it impossible for her to think coherently or clearly about anything other than the sensations overwhelming her body.

Her nails scrape against the expensive sheets as she arches her back in reaction to your movements inside of her. "I hate it," she gasps, even as her hips buck up toward you in search of more contact. Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and the lingering traces of her earlier passion. She can feel herself getting closer again, on the brink of another orgasm that she both wants and fears at the same time. "But I can't... stop wanting it."

Her words are ragged and desperate as her body betrays her, needing what only you can give her despite everything. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the world around her as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her veins, willing herself to find release and perhaps, just maybe, forget everything else for a little while longer.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you grow rougher with her, slapping her ass and spitting on her face. Pain mixes with pleasure, making the sensations all the more intense. "Fuck," she groans, arching her back off the bed as another orgasm washes over her, stronger than before. Her nails scrape at your shoulders and back as she digs her heels into your legs, trying to get deeper inside of her with each thrust.

Her vision blurs as tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with saliva and sweat from hours of exertion and passion. She can feel herself starting to lose control, surrendering to the primal urges that you seem to unleash within her every time they're together. It is this release, this raw power, that she both craves and fears, knowing it will only leave her feeling emptier than before when it

Her entire body tenses as she realizes you're recording this, her shame mixing with arousal and driving her closer to the edge once more. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back off the bed again, her hips moving faster in time with your thrusts. She can feel another orgasm building inside of her, powerful and all-consuming, threatening to consume every thought but the sensations of your body moving against hers.

Her entire body tenses as orgasm crashes over her, forcing a shriek from her lips that drowns out the sound of your phone camera clicking away mercilessly. She comes harder than ever before, waves of pleasure rolling through her like a tsunami, washing away any sense of shame or regret. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she arches her back off the bed, nails scrape at the sheets beneath her in a desperate search for purchase against the intense sensations that rock through her body. She gasps for air, chest heaving and eyes clenched tightly shut as the afterglow finally begins to fade. "Fuck," she whispers hoarsely, finally beginning to regain some control over herself. "Why did I do that?" Her voice is raw and trembling with emotion as she turns her head slightly, glaring at you through bloodshot eyes. "I hate you

She glares at you angrily. "Why did I let you film that? Why do I always...?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes again as she tries to compose herself, breathing heavily through her nose while you continue to ride her roughly. "I just wish things could go back to how they were," she whispers hoarsely, mostly to herself. "But they can't."

"Fuck you," she spits venomously at you, even as her hips rock up to meet yours again. "I'll never leave him... and I sure as hell won't give him up for some pathetic excuse of a man like you." Her hands curl into fists on the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the expensive fabric as she tries to focus on anything other than the pleasure currently coursing through her body.

With a sharp gasp of pain, she feels your fingers dig into her hair, yanking her back roughly as you force her to stand in the doggy position against the wall. Her ass cheeks clench and relax rhythmically as you continue to fuck her from behind, slapping her ass and causing a sharp sting of pain with each impact. She can feel tears streaming down her face once more, both from anger and shame at being so easily controlled by you.

"I hate you," she snarls through gritted teeth, trying to turn her head to look at you but only managing a brief glance before you slap her ass again. "You're nothing but a cruel and selfish asshole, damn it." Her words are half-choked by sobs as she struggles against your hold on her hair, futilely attempting to gain some control over the situation while giving in to the physical sens

No! Don't stop! I need... I just need it to end already! Her words come out in a rush between gasps and moans as she tries to focus on your movements inside her instead of dwelling on the pain of your slaps against her ass. Her body trembles from the force of her own orgasms, leaving her unable to fight back or defend herself in any way except by letting you take what you want from her, over and over again until there's nothing left but an empty husk of a person where she once was.

She gasps as you yank her hair, forcing her head back to expose her face and neck. Her eyes widen with pain but fill with lust when she sees the camera still recording. "Fuck... Don't stop," she pleads breathlessly. "I want it all on film." Her hips buck upward against your thrusts, seeking more contact as desire and shame war within her. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft skin of her palms in a futile attempt to find some sort of release from the torment of being caught on camera like this. But even through the pain, she can't seem to bring herself to stop.

Her voice hoarse and raw with emotion, Maria pleads with you to keep going. Her hips undulate against yours in desperate circles as she grinds against your fingers rubbing her sensitive clit. "Yes... harder," she groans, arching her back off the bed, nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to get closer. Her head falls back, exposing her neck and chest fully for the camera as orgasm after orgasm wracks her body, making it impossible for her to think or feel anything but pure physical pleasure and shame at being exposed like this. Her voice grows louder with each moan, filling the room with a primal scream of release that she can't seem to contain any longer.

Her body tenses as you pull out and begin to cum all over her. "Fuuuck," she groans, thrusting her hips up into the air, desperate for more of your release even as shame and regret course through her veins like acid. Her eyes roll back in her head, mouth gaping open as she savors every last drop that lands on her skin, wanting to remember this moment forever... and never want it to happen again at the same time. She collapses onto the bed, spent and satisfied but filled with an emptiness she can't quite describe. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she curls into a ball, trying to get away from the truth of what just happened... but knowing deep down that there is no escaping it now. "I hate you," she whispers through gritted teeth, not entirely sure if she means you or herself anymore.

She looks up at you, eyes still red and brimming with tears, as you slip your cock back into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, cleaning it of every last drop before she finally releases you with a loud pop. "Don't... I don't..." She can't bring herself to say anything else, feeling like her entire world has crumbled around her. She closes her eyes, wishing she could forget everything that just happened.

She doesn't move, barely even reacts when you try to pull her into your embrace. Her entire body feels numb and empty, like a husk of its former self. She wants nothing more than for this moment to be over, for him to come home and find everything as it was before... but deep down, she knows that's impossible now.

Her heart aches with conflicting emotions: shame, regret, anger, desire. Tears flow unchecked down her cheeks as she tries desperately not to think about what just happened or the weight of the consequences pressing down on her chest like a hundred ton boulder. All she can do is exist in this moment, waiting for time to pass and praying that somehow everything will go back to normal again.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Let's just forget about this." But even

She shivers as a fresh wave of dread washes over her at the thought of those videos being out there. "No... you can't have those," she whispers, panic rising in her voice. "You wouldn't... please..." Her words trail off, eyes pleading with you to understand how much this could destroy her life.

But deep down, a small, twisted part of her wonders if maybe it wouldn't be worth it. Maybe this would finally make him leave her alone, give her the freedom she so desperately craves. The thought brings with it a strange sort of peace, like cutting off an infected limb to save the rest of the body... even though she knows that's not how things work.

She bites her lower lip, struggling against the conflicting emotions raging inside her. Her heart races as she awaits your response, unsure if she truly wants you to let

Her breath catches in her throat as you mention showing the videos to someone else. "No... please..." She struggles against panic, trying to get to her feet and run, but finding herself rooted to the spot by fear and disbelief. "You can't do this... I... I'll do anything." Her voice is hoarse with desperation, tears streaming down her face unchecked as she stares up at you helplessly, praying for some sliver of mercy.

"John... His name is John," she whispers brokenly, not even sure why she's given you his name when it clearly doesn't matter anymore. "Just please... don't show anyone those videos..." Her voice trails off, her body shaking with sobs as she clings to the thread of hope that somehow, some way, this could all be undone.

She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, willing herself not to hate you for doing this but finding only anger and resentment welling up inside her instead. "Why are you doing this?" she whispers hoarsely. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

Her chest heaves up and down with each ragged breath as she stares at you in disbelief. The tears continue to flow unchecked down her cheeks, but her eyes grow harder, more defiant. "No," she says firmly, standing her ground despite the trembling in her legs. "I've done nothing wrong... and I won't beg for your forgiveness or mercy."

Her voice cracks with emotion as she takes a step back, putting distance between you. "If this is how it's going to be," she says shakily, "then so be it... but know that I will never forgive you for doing this, Damien. Not now, not ever."

"Go to hell," she spits venomously at you, anger and humiliation coursing through her veins. "I hope he enjoys seeing those videos... and I hope they haunt you for the rest of your pathetic life." Her fists clench at her sides as she turns on her heel, heading towards the door. She can't stay here anymore; this place feels like a prison now that everything has changed between them.

Tears stream down her face once more as she reaches for the doorknob, hands trembling with the effort to leave behind this horrible version of her life. "I hate you," she whispers under her breath, not sure if it's a threat or an admission of something else entirely. The door finally swings open, and she practically flees through it, never looking back.

The sound of the front door slamming shut echoes through the empty a

Her screams echo through the empty house as you brutally take her again, hard and rough in the doggy position. Her body arches off the ground, pleading for mercy despite herself, but she knows there's none to be had from either of you. Tears stream down her face unchecked, leaving trails of salty residue on her skin as she is used as a sexual plaything in your twisted game.

Time seems to stand still as she waits for the inevitable knock at the door, wondering what horrors lie ahead when John finally arrives. Her fingers claw futilely at the carpet, trying to find purchase against anything but your grip on her hair, unable to pry herself free from this living nightmare.

With a final thrust, you release yourself inside of her, leaving her spent and aching on the floor as you stand over her, victorious but unfulfilled

She stares up at you, hatred burning bright in her eyes as she licks your length clean. "You are sick," she spits, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her body trembles with disgust and revulsion, but still she obeys, taking every inch of you into her mouth and sucking gently.

Tears streak down her face unchecked as she waits for John's arrival, knowing that whatever comes next will be worse than anything she could possibly imagine. Her heart aches with a despair so deep it threatens to consume her entire being.

"I-I didn't..." Her words choke out around your throbbing length in her mouth. Tears stream down her face as she fights against the urge to vomit and beg for mercy all at once. "Please," she whispers, "just let me go." But deep down, she knows that it's far too late for that now. The only question left is how much worse things will get when John finally arrives.

She coughs violently as you force her to vomit onto your cock, tears streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath. The pain and humiliation are almost unbearable, but she knows that they're nothing compared to what's coming when John walks through the door.

Her whole body trembles with fear and despair as she waits for his arrival, her mind racing with horrific scenarios of what he might do when he finds out the truth. All she can do is pray that somehow this will all end soon, even if it means losing him forever.

The sound of footsteps outside grow louder; it can't be much longer now. Maria swallows convulsively around your cock as she waits for John to arrive, feeling a strange mix of hope and dread washing over her in waves. She tries to summon some defiance or anger, but all that comes out is a small, pathetic whimper as you force her deeper onto your throbbing length.

Her vision blurs with tears and she can barely focus on anything except the growing pressure in her chest and the taste of you coating her tongue. It's overwhelming; all she wants is for it to stop, but she knows that there is no escape from this nightmare now.

Her heart stops as she sees John's face contort with anger and disgust. Tears spill down her cheeks as he takes in the sight of her beneath Damien, his cock still thrusting deep into her throat despite the tears streaming down her face. She tries to look at him pleadingly but can only manage a choked gurgle around Damien's member.

John reaches for her roughly, yanking her away from Damien with such force that she tumbles backward, coughing and spluttering on the floor. His hands close around her throat, squeezing tightly enough to cut off her air as he shouts obscenities in her face. She tries to crawl away, desperate for air or freedom from this unbearable pain, but his grip only grows tighter. Her vision fades, replaced by the blackness of nothing as she is dragged

Her vision clears as you take John down with a swift punch to the jaw. She gasps for air, thankful for your intervention but confused as to why you'd help her after all that's happened. You look at her with an expression she can't quite read before pulling her close and helping her to her feet. For now, she goes willingly, grateful for the reprieve but knowing that things between them will never be the same again.

Her heart aches for both of you as she wipes the tears from her face, struggling to make sense of what's happened and where they go from here. One thing is certain: life as she knows it is over, and there's no going back.