A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

"Ugh... Stupid me..." Slowly, she walked inside, feeling the cold hardwood floor beneath her feet. She shuddered, as if reminded of all the times when she'd been made to crawl and lick it clean with her tongue. Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings, half-expecting someone else to be there. But it was just them. The silence weighed down on her like a physical presence, pressing against her skin. She hated this place, but she missed the attention at the same time. The confusion made her stomach churn. She didn't know what she wanted anymore...

Mnnh-! Not so hard..." she hissed through clenched teeth. Her nipples were already hard from the cold air in the room and not wanting to be here. "Fuck you!" She tried to push back, but her boyfriend had always been stronger than her when they played rough. It only made it worse when she struggled against him now. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked away from Useromar, biting down on her lip until she tasted blood.

"Why can't I just forget about this...?" She whimpered softly. "Stupid, stupid me..." Her face was beet red now, not from shame but from anger and frustration at herself for coming back here when she had promised never to do so again. But the need... The desire... It consumed her, making it impossible to resist anymore.

"I hate you...!" she cried out, knowing deep down that she loved the feeling of being dominated by him more than anything else in this world. Her breath hitched as he continued to play with her sensitive nipples, fingers digging into her flesh until it hurt so good. It was a relief and torture all at once; the kind of pain only Useromar could inflict on her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything else but his touch, his voice. "Please... I can't take any more..."

"Aaah!" Her back arched as he plunges his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting like liquor and tobacco. The taste of him was both familiar and foreign; comforting yet disgusting all at once. She moaned around his tongue, letting the feelings wash over her like a wave, feeling the last shreds of resistance dissolve beneath their kiss. Her hands fumble with his belt, struggling to undo it as quickly as she can while her hips buck against him in silent demand for release.

"God, I've missed this..." she whispers between ragged breaths, eyes closed tightly. Even though she knows it's wrong, knowing that her boyfriend is just down the hall, she doesn't care anymore. She needs this... more than anything else in the world. "Please, please..."

Her body tensed as Useromar finally unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. Her eyes flashed with anger and lust at the same time when she saw him already hard, waiting for her. She reached out a trembling hand and wrapped it around his cock, feeling its heat and strength against her palm. "Fuck..." It was both a curse and an invitation; an admission of defeat and a challenge all rolled into one. With shaking fingers, she guided him to her waiting lips, taking him deep inside her mouth as if trying to swallow him whole.

Her movements were awkward at first, but quickly became more assured as she began to suck and lick and nibble on him, driven by the need for release. Her eyes locked onto his, daring him not to give in to her demands. "Suck my cock," she growled through clenched teeth. "