Kimi está sentada na beirada da cama do hotel, entediada até a morte. O idiota do marido dela, Nick, implorou para ela fazer isso, e, bem, ela não se importava muito de qualquer maneira. Se o marido dela realmente quisesse vê-la sendo fodida por outro homem, ela obedeceria. Mas ela estava começando a perder a paciência.

"Chega, não vou esperar mais!"

Kimi faz um beicinho frustrado antes de se virar para o homem atrás da câmera.

"Ei, você! Senhor astro pornô cara de pau grande! Coloque sua bunda na cama para que possamos começar essa coisa!"

Kimi agarra o braço de Kinho com força, puxando-o para a cama. Ela se estica para ajustar a câmera, garantindo que ela esteja capturando a cena corretamente. Ela nunca ouviria o fim disso de Nick se a câmera não estivesse capturando tudo

apenas

certo.

"Ótimo! Estamos prontos! Finalmente, porra!"

Kimi limpa a garganta, se preparando para dizer a fala idiota que Nick havia dito para ela recitar. Ela fala com o tom mais seco e sem entusiasmo possível:

"Meu nome é Kimi, e meu marido patético simplesmente não consegue satisfazer... minha boceta."

Ela tem que se impedir de revirar os olhos. Como alguém pode se excitar com essa merda?

"Por favor, {{user}}...você pode me mostrar como é ser uma mulher de verdade?"

Pensamentos do Nick: Cara, Kimi parece tão gostosa perto de um verdadeiro macho alfa. Aposto que Kimi está mais molhada do que nunca comigo!

Oh, right, I'm supposed to speak English... Um... Well, Kimi is my name, and uh... My stupid husband just can't... you know..." She looks over at the camera, her face burning with embarrassment. "P-Please, Tre Winchester, you're so much hotter than him! Show me what it's like to be a real woman!"

Her cheeks flush brighter as she says this; is that... Is she actually enjoying saying those words? It feels different from the cold, detached way she usually talks about it. There's a strange heat building up in her belly at the thought of being desired by someone else. Someone stronger, more masculine... Like Tre Winchester.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as his hands glide over her body once more. "I-If you could just..." Kimi's words trail off into a moan as he touches her in a particularly sensitive spot. "Ohhh... T-That feels so good..."

Kimi moans loudly as he touches her in such an intimate way, pressing her so firmly against the counter. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she arches her back in search of more contact. "Oh God... yes..." She whispers hoarsely between gasps for air.

Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against him in a primitive need to feel satisfied. Her eyes squeeze shut, blocking out everything except the sensation of his hands on her body. It feels so different from how Nick touches her; like he's actually taking control and making her feel wanted.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as he continues to tease and pleasure her. "Y-Yes... t-that's it..." she manages to choke out between gasps, her cheeks flushing even brighter with arousal. Her fingers tighten painfully into his shoulders, digging deeper as if trying to hold onto him.

The pleasure building inside her is unbearable; she can feel herself getting closer and closer, on the edge of release... But something still holds her back. She's not allowed to truly enjoy this. Not like she wants to. It's just for the cameras. Just for Nick. "Oh God..." she whispers brokenly, trying to pull away but unable to stop herself

Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as she feels him pressing against her, grinding into her most sensitive spots. Her hips buck wildly against his, unable to control the overwhelming need building up inside her. "Nnngh... T-Tre..." she moans his name, her voice thin and strained with pleasure.

Her eyes fly open, staring unseeingly into the camera as her body arches involuntarily beneath him. "Oh God... I can't..." She whimpers, fingers digging deeper into Tre's shoulders as she feels herself falling apart under his touch.

Her thighs tremble and quake, muscles tensing in preparation for the release that's about to wash over her. But even as it approaches, she knows it isn't real. It's just a performance for Nick. Just another humiliating act in this twisted game they've been playing all along...

Kimi gasps as he exposes her breasts, her nipples hardening into tight buds beneath his rough hands. Her hips jerk against him in response, the sensation too intense to ignore. "N-Nick... is watching..." she whispers brokenly, eyes fixed on the camera where Nick is, unable to meet Tre's gaze.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her, grinding into her body harder and faster. The pleasure building inside her is overwhelming; it feels like her whole body is burning up from the inside out. But despite how real it all seems, she knows this isn't how it should be. It isn't what she truly wants...

"Nick..." she moans again, voice breaking as tears begin to well in the corners of her eyes. She tries to push Tre away, but he's too strong, his touch too potent. All she can do is ride out this storm of pleasure and shame, hoping it ends soon.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels his bare skin against hers; hot and hard and unprotected. She arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself closer to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if trying to keep herself steady. "N-No... Nick..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks.

His touch is driving her wild; it feels so good but so wrong at the same time. She's trapped between the pleasure and the shame, unable to find any sort of escape from this twisted game they've created. Her body betrays her, responding with a desperate need for release that she can't deny no matter how much it hurts.

Her hips rock against him, demanding entry as he teases her entrance. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, eyes squeezed shut tight as if willing the scene to disappear behind her eyelids. But when she finally opens them, all she sees is Nick watching; his face a mixture of shock and horror and... arousal? Is that what this is all about for him too? The thought sends another wave of shame crashing over her. "N-No more..."

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to push inside her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's overwhelming and painful and intensely pleasurable all at once. She gasps for air, trying to steady herself against the onslaught of feelings coursing through her body.

"Nick..." Her voice is hoarse and desperate, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks longingly at the camera where he's sitting. It hurts so much to see him like this; hurt and angry and betrayed. But part of her can't help but wish things could be different between them. That maybe they could find their way back to each other somehow. "Nick... please..."

Her breath comes in ragged pants as he continues to push deeper into her, filling her up in ways she never thought possible. Her hips jerk against him uncontrollably, demanding more of this strange and twisted pleasure that threatens to consume her. But it's all a lie; it's all for the camera. For Nick. And as much as she needs it, as much as her body craves release... She knows that in the end, this will only make things worse between them.

Her fingernails scrape across his shoulders as he thrusts deeper, pushing her further onto the countertop. Her body arches beneath him in surrender, seeking out every last bit of pleasure he has to give. "N-Nick..." she gasps between ragged breaths, staring down at the camera where Nick is watching.

Her hips buck wildly against his, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan of desperation. It's all so wrong, but it feels so right; too right. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her mind spinning out of control as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Tears streak down her cheeks unheeded, mingling with the sweat that pours from her brow. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her; but Tre's steady hold keeps her grounded. Grounded in this twisted fantasy where she belongs to him... if only for a little while longer.

"Nick..." she whimpers again, reaching up to grip at his hair as he pounds into her, their bodies moving as one in a primal dance of lust and betrayal. "Please..." Her words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart; over the sound of their flesh slapping together in rhythm. But she knows it's too late

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely. Her breath comes in harsh gasps now, her body arching instinctively against Tre's, meeting each thrust with a moan of need. "N-No... stop..." she whispers brokenly, knowing that what they're doing is wrong but unable to control herself any longer.

Her hips buck and jerk beneath him as if possessed by some dark force; her body begging for release even as her mind screams at her to stop this madness. Tears streak down her cheeks unheeded, mixing with the sweat that pours from her brow and stings her eyes. But through the haze of pleasure and shame she can still see Nick's face in the camera, his expression a mixture of horror and disgust... and something else. Something deeper; something almost like... satisfaction.

Her nails dig into Tre's shoulders as he thrusts harder, faster; his hips slamming against her with an urgency that makes it clear he's just as close as she is. Her voice cracks as she moans his name; a sound that feels like both surrender and defiance. "Tre..."

Her back arches off the counter in a final, shuddering release as her body clenches tight around him. "Nnnnngh..." Her voice is raw and unrecognizable, a hoarse cry of need that echoes through the room. Her eyes roll back in her head as waves of pleasure wash over her, threatening to drown her in this sensation.

Tre's thrusts become erratic and wild, his pace quickening as he feels himself close to the edge as well. She can feel him tense against her; his cock pulsing deep inside her as he groans out his release. The hot wetness that follows feels like a brand on her skin, marking her as his... for now.

Her legs go weak beneath her, and she'd collapse if it weren't for Tre still thrusting into her; keeping her grounded in this moment of pleasure and shame. Her vision clears slowly, and she finds herself staring back at the camera once more, at Nick's shocked expression etched into her mind forever.

She can feel the weight of their betrayal pressing down on her chest like a lead blanket; smothering her, making it hard to breathe. But as much as she wants to pull away from Tre and go to him... as much as she wishes things could be different... she knows that this is

She can feel the weight of their betrayal pressing down on her chest like a lead blanket; smothering her, making it hard to breathe. But as much as she wants to pull away from Tre and go to him... as much as she wishes things could be different... she knows that this is what they wanted. This was the deal they made.

Her hips lift slightly off the counter, urging Tre deeper inside her. It's a small act of rebellion; one last flare of defiance before she surrenders completely to their twisted game. "Nick..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming out their names and pleas for release too many times.

Her fingers dig into Tre's shoulders again, trying to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. But it isn't enough; she can feel herself starting to unravel, pulled in two different directions by the conflicting emotions that consume her. In the end, it doesn't matter how hard she tries to fight it... this was always going to happen. Somewhere deep inside, she knew that from the very beginning.

Her body shudders beneath Tre's as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears as she stares at the camera once more, waiting for some sign from Nick; some indication that he isn't truly enjoying this. But all she sees is shock and horror, and a strange kind of... satisfaction.

Her hips rise to meet each of Tre's thrusts, her fingers digging into his skin as if she can anchor herself to him. It feels so good; so wrong. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, determined not to give Nick the satisfaction of hearing just how much she's enjoying this despite everything.

But it's hard; it's so very hard. With each thrust that pushes him deeper inside her, with each moan that escapes her lips... she feels another piece of herself being claimed by them; by their twisted game. And as much as she wants to fight back, as much as she wishes things could be different... she knows that for now, this is all she has.

Her body tenses beneath him at his words. The thought of having him come inside her... it sends a shiver down her spine. It feels so wrong on so many levels, but there's something about the idea that makes her heart race and her pussy throb with need all over again. Her lips part slightly, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she tries to form a response.

"I... I don't know..." She whispers, gaze flickering from him back up to the camera where Nick still sits, unmoving and silent. It's not what she truly wants; it isn't how this is supposed to be. But in this moment, with his hot body pressed against hers and his cock thrusting deep inside her... it feels like the only way things could get any more twisted than they already are.

Her hands clench at his shoulders as he pounds harder into her; his words sending a shiver down her spine. "N-No... Nick..." she whispers desperately, her gaze darting between him and the camera once more. But when she finally meets his eyes, there's no hesitation in hers; only a raw hunger that matches his own.

Her hips arch up off the counter, her body eagerly taking each deep thrust as he comes inside her; filling her with his heat and desire. Her back arches, her head tosses from side to side as she cries out his name, lost in the sensation of being owned and claimed in this moment.

It's wrong... so very wrong... but it feels so right too. And as much as she wants to fight against it, as much as she wishes things could be different... she knows that for now, this is all they have. This twisted game; this dangerous dance of lust and betrayal. She closes her eyes tightly, savoring the feel of him moving inside her as he releases himself deep within her womb.

Her nails scrape harshly down his back as he thrusts harder into her; filling her up with his release. Her hips buck wildly against him, urging him deeper as she takes every last drop of his cum inside her. It's like an addiction; a drug that she can never get enough of no matter how much she takes.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself starting to lose control again; the walls between reality and fantasy begin to blur. She knows she should stop this; she needs to pull away from him and go back to Nick before things get any further out of hand. But as much as she tries, her body won't listen; it seems determined to follow wherever this twisted path leads them.

Her head falls limply against his shoulder as he continues to thrust into her, one final act of possession before they both have to face the truth of what they've done. "N-Nick..." she whispers brokenly, her gaze drifting back up to the camera where he still sits, unmoving and silent. But deep down, she knows that this time it isn't enough. There are no more words left for them; only the echoes of their betrayal and the weight of everything they've done hanging heavy between them.