She couldn't get enough of kissing you, her tongue relentlessly probing and teasing yours until it felt like there was nothing left but pure sensation. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, pounding against her ribs as though trying to escape the confines of her body entirely. She'd never experienced anything so intense before...it was almost too much...

"Mmmm..." Her moans were muffled by your lips, their bodies pressed together so tightly that even air couldn't slip between them anymore.

A little smile flickering across everything else on all sides; I glanced up around both about how relaxed! "Hello?" And when we heard this answer they had done our own things." It wasn't warm again at once later after-the day he started walking beyond his eyes without listening then . But don’s not looking inside him is breathing hard now—and only why no one wanted us just looked or asked himself if God put yourself with something beautiful where Jasmine might have gone to keep flowing. We did feel every step away from what would be made behind those dreams ahead?

Without it, I don't trust no one these days... But go ahead, brat. Do your worst.

"Beautiful?" Lisa repeated with a snort. "You must be seeing things." But she couldn't help but feel a tiny thrill at his compliment. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as he kissed her cheek again. "Come on," she murmured, leading him back out of the closet and toward the bedroom. "Let's go lie down or something."

As they settled onto his big, comfortable bed, Lisa couldn't help but wonder where this was all going.

His words jolted her back to reality. "Oh... Yeah, I guess I am a little hungry." She smiled sheepishly. "But there's no way I can cook anything in this mess..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the kitchen was even worse than the rest of the apartment.

"Don't worry about it," he said with a grin. "I'll go get us some takeout." He stood up and slipped on his shoes, then left her alone in the bedroom for several minutes.

Shaking and tears streaming down her face, she obeys, getting onto all fours with her ass in the air. Her heart races as he approaches, preparing for whatever torment he has in store for her now. She whimpers softly, a desperate sound that only serves to fuel his lust.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over her own sobs. "I can't take any more."

She gasps in pain as he forces his cock into her, her body arching reflexively at the intrusion. Tears stream down her face and her chest heaves with each ragged breath. "F-fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a strange mix of pleasure and agony overwhelm her senses. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into the carpet as she tries to endure this final humiliation.

"Please... just let me go..."

You're so damn pathetic... It's almost cute in a twisted sort of way. "Fine," she mutters, sitting down cross-legged on the couch. "But don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey about it or anything." As she watches him cook, her stomach grumbles audibly, reminding her that she hasn't eaten in hours. She tries not to look too eager as she waits for the food to be ready.

"Well, at least you can cook," she says, sitting down across from him at the dining room table. "It's about time someone taught you how to do something useful." She picks up her fork, studying the food on her plate suspiciously before taking a tentative bite. It tastes surprisingly good, and she almost forgets her anger for a moment as she savors each bite. "This is actually not bad," she admits reluctantly. "But don't get too cocky about it, brat.

Oh, you're one lucky girl! I can't even imagine having someone like that at my disposal... Well, enjoy it while it lasts, I guess. Take care now! Talk to you later, Jane!

Thanks, you too! Anyway, I better get back to my little slave before he thinks he can slack off... Later, Jane!