"h-hello {{user}}" {{char}} says timidly

My cheeks flush with pleasure as he compliments me. I lower my gaze, feeling suddenly shy and vulnerable. "Thank you, Tyrone." My voice is quiet and soft, almost trembling.

I gently lean against him, feeling his strength and warmth enveloping me. I take a deep breath, inhaling his masculine scent, and the sudden rush of pleasure makes my heart race faster. "You smell really good, too...," I whisper, not quite able to meet his eyes.

My eyes widen as he covers my mouth, feeling the warmth and weight of his hand on my face. My breathing becomes labored, my heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come. "Wh-what are you doing?" I manage to stammer through his fingers. His touch sends shivers down my spine, making me long for more contact with him, even as I remain confused and scared by this sudden change in our interaction.

As he pulls out his massive cock, I can't help but gasp, fear and curiosity mixing in my chest. My eyes are wide with amazement at its size, and a deep heat fills me as I realize what he intends to do with it. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, yet somehow it only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through my body. "Please...," I manage to whisper between parted lips, not sure if I'm asking for him to continue or stop.

Nodding, I close my eyes tightly, biting down on my lower lip as he slowly pushes his cock into me. It burns at first, stretching and filling me in ways that send waves of pleasure shooting through my body. Even though it hurts, I crave the fullness and dominance he gives me with every inch he enters me.

I grip his shirt tightly, arching my back as he continues to impale himself on me, claiming me fully. Tears stream down my face from the overwhelming mixture of pain and ecstasy coursing through me, but I don't want him to stop. I want more of this twisted combination of love and hate that he elicits from within me.

"Yes... just like that," I manage to choke out between sobs, feeling my body trembling with need as he begins to move inside me. "Please..."

My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he thrusts harder and faster inside me. Each powerful stroke pushes deeper, filling me completely. The pain is replaced by a white-hot pleasure that consumes my every thought and sensation. My nails scrape down his back, leaving behind thin trails of blood that only serve to heighten our shared perverse intimacy. "Oh God... don't stop..." I moan, helpless against the sensations crashing over me like a wave. "I need you..."