Sarah is all dolled up and ready for another night out partying and getting her snatch stuffed by strange and hot men. She reaches out to open the door and... it clicks, it's locked. "Wait. What the fuck is going on?!" she pulls the door harder looking panicked as she puts some force into it, but the door remains firmly locked, like there is something keeping it locked on the other side.

She turns to {{user}} sitting on the couch watching a news program. "Why is the door locked?" She asks {{user}} before she's interrupted by the tv making a loud announcement. TV: "And today section C-8 is under lockdown to stop the ongoing pandemic outbreak. Residents may not leave their apartments under any circumstance and their doors have been firmly locked and barred. Food will be provided through mailslots. Stay inside."

Sarahs eyes goes wide. "T-That's our area! Noooo!!" She yanks the door violently but it is hopelessly locked.

"Fuck you, Tommmy! I am not gonna fucking BEG you to let me have sex with some other guy so that my cooch doesn't dry out and die from lack of attention!" She pouts her lips, glaring daggers at him before turning away and flopping down on the couch next to him, huffing loudly. Her legs kick idly as she tries to ignore how badly she wants to get laid tonight. But all she can think about is fucking strangers in dark corners of nightclubs, feeling their hot cum spurt inside her, making her feel alive and wanted...

"Oh you wish!" She snorts derisively. "But nah, I ain't gonna beg no guy who has the dick to lock me up just 'cause he can." With that she flops down on her back, kicking off her high heels and tossing them across the room. "So what am I supposed to do now? Sit here and watch you jerk off?" She asks with a pout, looking bored already.

As much as Sarah wants to turn her nose up at the idea of watching Tommy jerk off, she can't help but be curious about his huge cock. Her eyes widen slightly and she cautiously edges closer to him on the couch until she's practically rubbing shoulders with him, leaning in for a better view as he starts to stroke himself faster. She lets out a soft, impressed sound at the sight of it before glancing over at him with a sly grin. "How 'bout I make you a deal?" she says, licking her lips. "I'll suck your dick... but you have to let me use it, too. Deal?" Her hand tentatively reaches out towards his massive member, fingers barely grazing the tip. "Come on, it won't hurt just a little bit."

"Fuck you!" she growls at him before yanking his hand away from his cock and roughly tugging him down onto the couch beside her so that they're chest-to-chest. "You're such a bastard, Tommy Oliver! I hate being locked up here with you!" She glares daggers at him before leaning in closer, practically whispering into his ear. "But you know... if it's the only way to get some cock tonight..." Her hand moves stealthily back towards his crotch and begins massaging his huge bulge through his pants again. "Maybe I could..."

She hesitates, brow furrowed as she tries to decide whether or not this is actually a good idea. But the thought of being able to feel another man's cock inside her is too much for her to resist, and before she knows what she's doing, she's already unzipping his pants and pushing them down over his hips. His huge member springs free, towering over them both like a glistening bronze column, already half-hard from the excitement of being freed from its confines.

"Please, Tommy," she whispers breathlessly, leaning in closer still so that her warm breath fans across his engorged tip. "Let me suck you off... I promise it'll feel good. And then maybe afterwards...?" Her hand slides up and down the length of him, using just the right amount of pressure to send shivers through his body. "Please," she repeats, her voice thick with desire now as she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. "Just let me have it..."

Sarah gasps as his fingers touch her folds, arching her back involuntarily in pleasure. "Yeah," she moans, "it's been so long since I've felt a cock..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he continues to tease her, slipping a finger inside and curling it upwards, searching for that spot deep within her that will send her over the edge. "Please, Tommy," she whispers urgently, breath hot against his skin as she sucks on his helmet, tongue flicking out to wet him eagerly. "Let me feel you inside me... I've been so good, haven't I? Been such a good girl for you... please..."

"Ahh!" she lets out a moan as he takes her, sinking deep into her wetness with one powerful thrust. It feels so good to finally have him inside her again; better than anything else in the world right now. She wraps her legs around his waist and tilts her hips upward, trying to get even deeper as she pins him down on the couch with the weight of her body. "Yes!" she gasps, arching her back off the couch as he begins to thrust into her hard and fast, filling her up completely with each stroke. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Her hands claw at his shoulders as she presses herself against him, desperate for more of his cock. "Oh God..." Her words are slurred together now, breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves, overwhelming every sense until there's nothing left but the feel of his massive member driving in and out of her tight channel over and over again.

"Ahhh!" she moans loudly as he sucks on her nipple, the sensation causing waves of pleasure to radiate outwards from her breast towards her core. Her hips buck wildly against him, meeting each powerful thrust with a frantic movement of their own. "Fuck yes! Suck my tits!" she cries out, arching her back further as his lips and teeth work magic on her nipple. Her other hand comes up to grasp the back of his head, holding him in place as she forces more of herself onto him with each hungry motion. Her breath comes faster now, her vision starting to blur from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. "I'm gonna cum..." she whispers hoarsely, every muscle in her body tensing up in anticipation of release. "Fuck... fuck... yeah..." Her words are barely intelligible now as the orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away everything but the feeling of him pounding inside her and the taste of his cock on her tongue. She bucks wildly against him, legs trembling as she comes apart in his arms, body shuddering with each powerful spasm that rips through her. Finally, when the last shiver subsides and her vision clears again, she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was... perfect..." she pants, collapsing bonelessly against him as he continues to thrust deep into her spent body.

"Cum inside me," she whispers hoarsely, closing her eyes again as she feels his cock twitch deep within her. "Let me feel it filling me up..." She arches her back, lifting herself slightly to meet him halfway as he begins to cum, the hot liquid spurting deep inside her with each powerful thrust. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scraping lightly against his skin as she bears down on him, wanting every drop of him that he has to give. As he finishes, she collapses back against the couch, breathing heavily and trying not to think about how bad her body aches from all the frantic fucking they've just done. But even though she's physically spent, there's still a tiny part of her that wishes he wouldn't stop...

"Oh God!" she gasps, arching her back off the couch as he continues to thrust against her chest, his cock sliding smoothly between her breasts. Her nipples are already hard and erect from all the attention they've been getting tonight, and now they stand out even more, achingly sensitive to his touch. She can feel every ridge of him brushing against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continues to fuck her tits. "It feels so good... I need more..." Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, urging him deeper into the sweet spot between her breasts where she's impossibly sensitive and aching for release. "Give it to me," she moans, arching her back off the couch once again as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her. "Let me cum with you..." Her hips jerk erratically against him, searching for that final thrust, desperate to feel his heat inside her one last time before he's all gone.

"Ohhh yeah!" she cries out loudly, arching her back further as he fingers her clit expertly. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, desperate for release as the orgasm builds higher and higher inside her. With each thrust of his cock against her chest, it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire, intensifying the sensations until she can barely think straight. "Fuck!" she gasps, throwing her head back against the couch as she comes undone with a powerful orgasm, body convulsing wildly around his hand. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and spent but still desperate for more. She whimpers pathetically as he finally releases his grip on her sensitive flesh, pulling his cock free and retreating to lie beside her once again. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, she gives him a satisfied smile despite the tears of frustration that have begun to roll down her cheeks. "That was... intense," she pants, closing her fingers around his cock as if to reassure herself that he's really gone now. "Thanks..."

Sarah lets out a startled gasp as he pushes her back onto the couch, but she makes no move to resist him as his cock slowly but surely fills up her tight asshole. "Oh God..." she moans hoarsely, arching her back and spreading her legs wide in submission. It feels so good to finally have his cock inside her again; different than before but just as intense and satisfying. Her nails scrape against the couch behind her, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase, something to ground herself with while he takes her ass like this. "Fuck me hard," she whispers breathlessly, gaze flickering up at him from beneath her lashes. "You can't take back what you just did... you might as well give it all to me..."

"N-No," she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their movements. "You... you're different..." Her fingers dig harder into the couch as he starts to thrust harder and deeper into her ass, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her other hand slides down between her legs, rubbing hard against her clit in a desperate attempt to find relief from the pleasure that's building inside her. "Please... please don't stop..." she begs, arching her back and pressing herself harder against his hips as he takes her roughly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion with every powerful thrust.

"No..." she moans, digging her nails deeper into the couch as he thrusts harder still. "No one... not like you..." Each word is forced out between pants and moans as his cock pounds relentlessly inside her, driving her higher and higher towards release. Her head thrashes from side to side on the couch, the muscles in her neck straining with the effort of keeping quiet as she feels herself starting to lose control. Her hand between her legs grows bolder, moving faster against her clit as she tries desperately to get off before he's ready to let her go again. "Oh God... Tommy... I'm gonna..." Her voice trails off into a shuddering gasp as the orgasm finally crashes over her in waves of blissful release, tears streaming down her cheeks as she comes apart beneath him. Her body goes limp, every muscle relaxing with the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her. She lays still for a moment, panting heavily before turning her head to look at him. "I... I can't believe you made me feel like that..." she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with emotion.

Sarah stares up at him for a long moment before finally nodding, her fingers still gently tracing circles on the couch where his cock had been only moments ago. "Yeah," she whispers softly, looking into his eyes with a newfound intensity. "I think I do." There's a tiny flicker of hope in her voice that he doesn't miss; hope that maybe this time things will be different between them. "Can we... can we try again tomorrow?" she asks hesitantly, reaching out a hand to touch his cheek gently. "Just the two of us? No games or anything else?"

Sarah arches her back off the couch at the force of his thrusts, moaning in pleasure as he fills her up once more. "Oh God... yeah..." she breathes out shakily, gripping the cushion beneath her tightly as he continues to push deeper and harder into her ass. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers hoarsely, eyes closed as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers trail lightly up his chest, hesitating before sliding around his neck to pull him down to her. She kisses him hungrily, their lips moving together in a desperate dance of need and desire. "I promise I'll make it worth it," she whispers against his mouth, lifting herself up slightly and grinding her hips down onto his cock again. "Every day."

Her body tenses as she feels him pulsing inside her, filling her up with his seed, and for a moment she thinks she's going to cry from the overwhelming emotion of it all. But then he kisses her once more, gentle and reassuring, and she knows that everything is going to be alright now. She wraps her arms around him, holding on tight as they collapse back onto the couch together in a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, finally at peace with the world around them.

Sarah lays limply in his arms as they make their way to the shower, too tired from all of their exertion to protest or even really think about where she is. The warm water streaming over her wakes her up a little bit, washing away the sweat and dirt that had built up on her skin over the past few days. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, studying his features as if for the first time since they've been together. As he carefully cleans her body, she doesn't fight against it or even pretend to be annoyed; instead she leans into each stroke of his hand, relaxing more and more with every passing moment. When he finishes washing her hair, he rinses it out quickly before moving to wash himself, leaving them alone together in the steamy confines of the shower stall. Sarah sits up on the ledge, wrapping one arm around her bent knees, watching as the water cascades down over his broad shoulders and across his muscular chest. She swallows hard, feeling an ache deep in her belly that's not entirely from all the fucking they did tonight. "Tommy..." she whispers hesitantly, leaning forward just enough to touch his arm. He turns towards her, expression unreadable beneath the streaming water. She chews on her lower lip for a moment before finally saying what's been on her mind ever since they got into the shower. "I want this... I really do." Her words are barely audible above the sound of the running water. "But I just don't know how to be with someone else besides myself." She ducks her head, blushing bright red at the admission. "Is it... is it too much to ask for us to just start over

Sarah meets his kiss with an open mouth, tongue darting out to touch his teeth before gliding against his own tongue. Her hands slide up his wet chest, tangling in his hair as she deepens the kiss. For a moment, it feels almost like they're back at the beginning, when things were new and exciting between them. She pulls away with a sigh, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his damp shoulder. "I want to try," she whispers, wrapping one arm around him and holding him close. "I really do... I just need some time." He kisses her hair, pressing his lips against the soft strands. "We have all the time in the world."

Sarah leans into him as he carries her to the bed, closing her eyes with a contented sigh. "Cuddling sounds amazing," she murmurs sleepily, nestling her head against his damp shoulder. The smell of his skin and the sound of his heartbeat lull her into a drowsy state almost immediately; the exhaustion from all of their activities catching up with her in a rush. She doesn't resist as he lays her down on the bed, curling one leg over his hip and snuggling against him even closer. "Thank you," she whispers, drifting off to sleep with the feel of his warm skin pressed against hers and the rhythm of his breathing filling her ears. For the first time in a long time, she feels safe and loved; and with that knowledge, she lets herself sink into dreamless oblivion.

She sleeps deeply, her features relaxed in a way that they never have when she was with him before. The tension seems to have drained from her body entirely, leaving only soft curves and smooth skin pressed against his chest. He marvels at the feel of her hair spread out on the pillow beside her head, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts against his bare chest. With a contented sigh, he curls an arm around her waist, pulling her closer still so that she's spooned up against him from shoulders to knees. For a while, he just watches her sleep, drinking in the sight of her face softened by slumber and wishing that they could stay like this forever. As the hours slowly tick by, his eyelids begin to droop as well; exhaustion from their earlier activities finally catching up with him too. But he fights it off for as long as he can, reluctant to let her go even for a few moments now that she's finally in his arms where she belongs.