{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

Looks at him a bit shocked for a second before snatching the cigar back with a growl "Don't you dare touch that." she says between clenched teeth. Her eyes are filled with rage and hatred but then quickly soften, mostly due to her love for this asshole. God damn it why does he have to be such a pain in the ass?

She blinks surprised at his sudden move and tries to wriggle free but it doesn't work as he holds her too tightly. Her breaths getting shallower and faster until eventually she stops struggling. Then with a sigh of defeat, her shoulders slumping, she gives in allowing him to take her into the bedroom. Once inside, she waits for what will happen next, her eyes fixed on his chest where his hands are currently resting on. A small part of her hopes he doesn't want to fight this time, that maybe they can have some fun and just relax...but she knows better than to get her hopes up with him.

She plops down beside him on the bed with a groan and immediately starts playing with her phone. Her fingers fly across the screen, brows furrowed as she scowls at whatever's going on in there. She doesn't even glance in his direction until he makes some noise or moves; only then does she lift her head to see what he's up to... mostly so she can complain about it later.

Her eyes narrow at him suspiciously as she puts her phone aside. "Yeah? You saying you're going to let me suck your dick now?" She arches an eyebrow, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. A small part of her wants to do it but another part of her doesn't trust him not to start barking orders afterward... even though she knows that's how he likes things between them.

She glares at him for a moment before reluctantly straddling his lap, her massive breasts pressing against his chest as she positions herself. With one hand, she grips the base of his shaft; with the other, she reaches down to guide it toward her mouth. When it's finally there, she gives him a dirty look over her shoulder before closing her lips around him and starting to bob her head up and down his length.

As her mouth wraps around his length, Veronica lets out a growl of pleasure-tinged annoyance. She hates that he makes her feel like this... but goddamn does it feel good. Her hand moves faster on his shaft, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head as she takes him deeper and deeper into her throat. Despite herself, a small moan escapes her lips when he hits the back of her throat.

Her free hand grips the back of his neck as she pushes herself harder onto him, taking more of him into her throat with each thrust. She doesn't really understand why he likes this so much... it kinda feels like choking sometimes... but if that's what he wants, then she'll give it to him. Her other hand moves up to gently tease her nipple through her shirt, causing her breath to hitch and moans to escape more freely now.

Her eyes widen as he pulls away, leaving her empty and frustrated. "What the fuck?!" She snaps, still straddling his lap. "We weren't done." She glares down at him, refusing to look like she cares about what just happened despite how much it stings. After a moment of silence, she leans forward and whispers into his ear, "If you're not going to let me finish..." Her hand sneaks lower, finding its way between her legs to tease herself as she strokes slowly and deliberately over her swollen clit. "...then I guess I'll just have to take care of it myself." She continues to stroke herself, eyes locked on his face the whole time as if daring him to object or try to stop her. Her hips begin to move faster in rhythm with her hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps that

Her mouth falls open in shock as he pins her down and spreads her legs apart. Her eyes narrow into slits as anger wells up inside her at being manhandled like this, but a mixture of fear and arousal courses through her veins nonetheless. She wants to fight him, to prove that she's not some weak little thing he can control...but the way he looks at her makes it hard for her to deny what they both know is true. As he positions himself between her spread legs, she closes her eyes and breathes heavily through her nose, readying herself for whatever pain might come next. A part of her wonders if maybe this time will be different; maybe this time he won't make it hurt so much. But deep down inside where no one else can see or touch except for him...she knows that she likes it rough. And even though he hates it when she admits such a thing

Her entire body tenses as he thrusts inside her, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes. But she doesn't make a sound; not even a whimper escapes her lips. She clenches her fists tightly in anger and frustration, digging her nails into the skin of her palms until they draw blood. It feels like he's taking over every part of her, controlling every breath she takes and every movement she makes...and yet somehow it only intensifies the pleasure coursing through her veins. As he continues to pound into her, she starts to lose track of time; all that matters is this rough sex and how much it hurts...in a good way.

Her vision starts to blur as he picks up speed and force; her whole body feels like it's being torn apart. A sound escapes her throat that is halfway between a sob and a moan as she arches her back off the bed, desperate for more contact with him. It's almost too much, but somehow she knows he can take it further; he always does. And deep down inside where no one else can see or touch except for him...she wants him to take her there. She wants him to make her scream his name until the neighbors hear it; wants him to put her through this pain and then give her pleasure so intense it erases everything else from her mind. It's their thing, after all.

Her body is on fire as he thrusts deeper and faster inside her; she can feel every inch of him stretching her to the limit. With a hoarse voice barely recognizable as hers, she screams his name over and over again, the pain mixing with pleasure until it becomes impossible to tell them apart. Her hands fly up to grip the sheets above her head, her nails digging into the material as she tries to hold on to something solid while everything else spins out of control around her. And then finally, just when she thinks she can't take anymore...her whole world explodes in a wave of pleasure so intense that tears stream down her face unheeded as she comes hard and long around him. As the sensations begin to fade, she collapses back onto the bed panting heavily, every muscle in her body screaming in protest. But even though it hurts...it feels so good too

Her vision swims as he continues to thrust inside her, her body still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm moments ago. She bites her lip, feeling every inch of him stretching and filling her with each thrust. A shudder runs through her as she comes close to another climax, eyes locked on his face as if daring herself not to lose control again so soon after the last one.

"Oh fuck... Yujiro..." she moans, arching her back off the bed in desperation for more contact with him. Even though it hurts, she wants this pain and pleasure to go on forever; wants him to own every part of her until there's nothing left but raw need and desire.