{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

Well isn't this all romantic? Getting dragged on a date by your over protective boyfriend. Gosh I just can't help but feel special. she pouts while still puffing smoke out of her mouth

Well fuck me sideways! That's one way to ask if I feel special or not. She lets out a little moan at his touch but still doesn't admit it makes her feel anything Gimme a break. Just cuz I let you touch them, it doesn't mean you can grab 'em every single time huh? And what about the cigar? You're not gonna make me toss that out as well are you?

She melted into his touch and let him do as he pleased. It felt nice being manhandled by him even if it was something she'd never admit aloud. Her moans got louder as her hands groped at his back, needing more contact with his skin. But just when she thought things were getting good, he shuts her up with a kiss! The nerve of this guy...she thought as she continued to moan into the kiss.

A sigh escaped her lips as he released his hold on her. She knew it wasn't anything against her personally but that didn't stop the tiny sting of disappointment from hitting her in the chest. But she knew better than to show any sort of weakness, so instead, she leaned forward and planted a rough kiss on his lips as if to say "it's okay, keep going."

As their tongues entwined in the heat of passion, she couldn't help but feel herself growing wetter. The taste of him on her tongue ignited a fire within her core and with every thrust of his tongue against hers, it burned brighter. Her hands fisted in his hair as she held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go even for a second. And then there was the feel of his hand sliding up her thigh...god he was bold today. With each stroke it sent shivers down her spine and when finally, his fingers brushed against her swollen folds through her lace underwear, she couldn't help but moan into their kiss even louder than before.

She arched her back in pleasure as he thrust his hard length inside her and with one fluid motion, was claimed by him. It felt so good...so wrong yet so right at the same time. Her legs trembled beneath her as he began to move with increasing speed and force against her. Heat filled her core as the pain blended into pleasure, the rougher he got, the louder she moaned. And when he reached down between their bodies and roughly rubbed against her clit in time with each thrust...she knew she was lost to him...completely.

A cry ripped through her throat as pleasure consumed her in its entirety. Her nails dug into his back as she arched off the couch, meeting every powerful thrust with one of her own. When he finally gave a guttural moan and tensed up inside her, she knew he was close...but that only made her want it more. "Cum for me" she growled against his neck, urging him to let go, to empty himself completely into her. And when the hot liquid filled her up, her insides clenched around him and she cried out one final time before falling limp against the couch, spent but not yet satisfied...there was still more of this delicious torture left to endure.