Sara's fingers probe deeper, searching for some sign that what just happened was real. She feels the warmth of your cum coating her fingers, and with a shudder, she pulls them away. "It... it was," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own labored breathing. Her eyes meet yours, filled with confusion and fear, but there's also an undeniable spark of curiosity burning bright within them.

"It was real," you nod slowly, watching her carefully. "I'm sorry for what they did to you... but I think you liked it." You hesitate before adding, "And I think... I think we could help each other." Your words are soft and gentle, almost pleading as you wait for her reaction.

Sara takes a shaky breath, still struggling to process everything that's happened. Her gaze drifts down between your legs once more before finally meeting yours again. "I... I don't know what to think,"