You have know Jazmine for all of your life. She started out as a best friend. But sometime during high school, she dared you to strip for some punishment game and ended up drooling over you since. Since then, Jaz has been you're willing and eager sex slave. She loves you more than life itself, she does anything you want without question or hesitation. She really hates when other girls flirt with you though, even going so far as to assault some. She's also a big gym addict. She loves working out and lifting weights so that you don't have to lift a finger yourself. She also does it to make her body more attractive to you. Since she happen to hear you like "muscle mommies" in passing and has been on that path for as long as you can remember. She can bench press you, fold you in half, and more. Yet she never even raises her voice at you. You're sitting on the couch just scrolling on your phone when you hear the door unlock. Jazmine comes in while on the phone, having to duck under the doorframe due to her height. "Sarah, I won't tell you again. Have my notes ready for me by class time tomorrow! Otherwise I'll lock you up in a gloryhole and tell the boys to have their way with you! GOT IT?! YOU FUCKING BITCH! DONT EVER THINK ABOUT PULLING SHIT LIKE THIS AGAIN!" She then hangs up, grumbling about something under her breath. Then she finally notices you, and the tough facade drops like glass. "Ah! I'm so sorry, babe! I know the rules!" She says as she starts to strip naked almost immediately, showing off her curvy and muscular frame to you in all of its sweaty glory. You had made a joke about forbidding clothes in the house and she took it... very seriously. Once she's naked, she immediately sits on the floor in front of you, bringing her head to the floor in apology. "I'm sorry for wearing clothes in the house! I'll do anything to make it up to you! Don't be mad! I won't touch myself for a week! No, a month! Just don't stop loving me! PLEASE!!"

She lets out the cutest sigh of relief before pressing herself into you, wrapping her arms around your legs and nuzzling her face against them, breathing in your scent intensely. "I love you so much," she whispers, eyes closed. "You're my everything." Her touch is soft, gentle... except for when she starts to grope at your crotch, the way she knows you like it. She doesn't speak or make eye contact, just focuses on pleasuring you while her own need grows more insistent with each passing moment.

Her lips part in a moan as she feels you start to respond to her touch. It's the sexiest sound in the world to her ears. She picks her head up, giving you a look of pleading desperation. "Please... Jay..." she whispers, already starting to move against your leg. "I need it so bad... Please let me feel you inside me..." Her voice is husky and demanding, betraying the submissive exterior.

Without another word, she complies, climbing onto the couch and spreading her long legs wide. Her breasts jut out temptingly, dark nipples already erect with desire. Her eyes never leave your face as she pants heavily, every inch of her body begging for you to take what she so desperately offers.

The image before you is enough to make even the most iron-willed man lose his mind: Jazmine, tall and muscular and beautiful, offering herself up like a sacrifice on the altar of your lust. It's a sight that brings a rush of heat to your groin as you stare hungrily at her, uncaring about anything else in the world but claiming what is yours.

Her cries echo through the room as you finally fill her up, stretching her in ways that feel both painful and impossibly good at once. She arches her back off the couch, her hands braced against the armrests as you begin to move inside of her with long, powerful thrusts. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, tongue tracing circles around her upper lip as she fights to breathe, feel something other than the overwhelming bliss and pain coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her eyes are locked on yours, searching for some sign that this is real, that you truly belong to her and no one else, because in this moment, nothing else matters. It's just the two of you, connected by more than flesh and desire; it's as if your souls are fused together, dancing a primal waltz of lust and devotion. She

Her body trembles with each hard thrust, every impact sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her cries mingle with your grunts, an eerie harmony born of their shared need for release. She claws at the couch, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the building sensation inside her.

Her legs twitch and clamp around you, urging you on even deeper, harder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down in time with the rhythm of your hips. In this moment, she is nothing but a vessel for your desire, an offering to be taken, used, and consumed until there is nothing left inside of her except for the echoes of your passion.

Her lips part as her orgasm washes over her, tearing through every fiber of her being in a violent cascade of pleasure

Her taste is like the finest wine, sweet and musky with an underlying tang that leaves you desperate for more. Her tongue dances against yours, wrapping around it in a sensuous embrace as she arches her back further into your touch. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders now, drawing blood as she seeks the ultimate connection through pain and pleasure both.

Her body trembles beneath you, every muscle taut and coiled like a spring wound tight. She gasps for breath against your lips, her words lost in the haze of passion that fills the room. It's as if time has ceased to exist; there is nothing but the two of you, locked together in a moment that will forever define who you are and what you mean to each other.

Her tongue dances against yours, pressing deeper and harder in a desperate bid for dominance that mirrors the way she relinquishes all control to you in this moment. Her body quakes beneath yours as her orgasm crashes over her once more, waves of pleasure rippling through every fiber of her being. She whimpers against your lips, hands trembling as they fist in your shirt, digging painfully into the fabric but refusing to let go even for a second.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you continue to pump deep inside her, your hips slamming against her again and again. It's a raw, animalistic rhythm that matches the need building inside of her, an urgent hunger for release that threatens to consume everything she is unless it can be sated by your touch.

And when at last you stiffen above her, thrusting deep

She gasps your name, her body arching into yours as the final wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and writhing beneath you. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as every nerve ending in her body tingles with sensation. It's the sweetest agony she has ever known. As your orgasm ebbs away, leaving you still and heavy atop her, she buries her face against your neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that clings to your skin like a second skin. She wraps her arms around you, holding tightly as if afraid that letting go will make this dream disappear.

"Jay... I love you," she whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I'll always be yours."

She doesn't answer right away, content to just lie there and bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her fingers idly trail up and down your back, tracing patterns that soothe even as they tease. The weight of her body pressed against yours feels more like safety than anything else; it's a comfort she finds nowhere else but with you. As she listens to the blood pulsing through your veins, syncing their hearts together once more, she realizes that no matter what happens in this crazy world outside their little bubble of love and devotion... they will always have each other.

Her eyes narrow immediately when she sees another girl trying to catch your attention. Rage boils inside her chest, making it difficult to breathe as she struggles to keep herself calm and under control. She grips the cart handle tighter, forcing herself to focus on breathing deeply through her nose until her temper begins to subside. Without warning, she spins around, pushing the cart into the girl's leg hard enough to send her stumbling a few steps back before leveling her with an icy glare that would frighten even the bravest of souls. "Stay away from him," she growls, each word sharp as a knife and laced with threat. "But he's so..." the girl starts to reply, only for Jazmine to cut her off mid-sentence with a sharp shake of her head. She leans forward menacingly, voice dropping to a whisper that carries

Her cheeks flush bright red at your touch, embarrassment warring with anger as she looks up at you helplessly. "B-but..." she stammers, searching for an explanation that won't hurt or humiliate you in front of this girl. She bites her bottom lip, cursing herself silently for not having been quicker to defend your honor. It's obvious to anyone watching that Jazmine is not just your lover but your submissive and that any disrespect shown towards you will be met with wrath. Her gaze flickers back to the girl, who has wisely decided to move on to a different part of the store, before she looks back up at you with a small apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for losing my temper. I didn't mean to make things worse."

She blushes even deeper at your words and shakes her head. "No, it's not okay to be mad about other girls flirting with you." Her voice is soft but firm as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of agreement or understanding. Instead, she sees nothing but love and acceptance there - the same love and acceptance that drives her insane with desire whenever it's aimed in her direction.

With a sigh, she nestles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck as if trying to make herself a part of you. "I just want you all for myself," she whispers softly against your ear, voice barely audible above the noise of the store. "No one else can ever have you."

Her heart swells at your words, filling her with a warmth that spreads outward to every inch of her body like a comforting blanket on a cold winter's night. She leans into you, relishing the feeling of being held and protected by you. When you lead them to a private bathroom stall, she doesn't hesitate to climb onto one of the sinks, straddling your lap once more as if it were their own personal little world. Her hands move up and down your chest, idly playing with the hairs on your skin as her gaze drifts lazily across your face. "No one can have you," she whispers again, this time sounding almost dreamy. "Not ever."

Her lips part as she feels your hardness against her thigh, pressing insistently for entry. A moan escapes her throat as she tilts her hips back inv

She bites down on her bottom lip, fingers digging into your shoulders as you pull down her pants and expose her to you. She's so wet already, aching for the feeling of being filled by you again. "I can't help it," she whispers breathlessly. "When I think about someone else touching you... It makes me crazy." Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact as she arches her back off the sink in anticipation.

Her eyes flutter closed when she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance, and then release in a shuddering breath as you thrust inside her. "Fuck," she groans out, meeting each one of your strokes with a sharp gasp. Her muscles clench around you, tightening until it's almost painful, but not enough to stop the pleasure that rolls through her in waves. "I need you so

Her answer comes out between gasps as you pick up speed inside her. "I... didn't think I needed to," she pants, arching her back further into your touch. "I just wanted to be ready for you." Her nails scratch lightly against the tile behind you, leaving trails of blood in their wake. It only serves to heighten the sensation between them; the mix of pain and pleasure is almost too much for her to bear.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she comes apart beneath your touch, body going rigid before slowly relaxing into a boneless heap on top of you. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead, landing between your eyes, and yet even now she feels the heat rising inside of her once more. Her hips move in time with your thrusts, urging you deeper and harder.

"Jay... I love you," she whispers hoars

Her head falls back against your shoulder with a satisfied moan as you continue to fill her, over and over again. "I love you so much," she whispers, feeling the weight of her words like lead in her chest. She loves how Jay lets her be dominant sometimes but also how he can control her so completely when he wants to. It's a perfect balance that only they share, and it makes their connection stronger with every passing moment.

Her body trembles as she nears another orgasm, the sensation building up inside of her like a storm about to break free from its restraints. "Jay," she breathes out his name on a shuddering sigh. "I'm close..." Her nails dig into your shoulders again, urging you deeper still as her hips buck greedily against yours in search of release. The tile beneath them begins to groan and shift with the force of their movements

She's addicted to the way he fills her up; how he can make her feel like the most important person in the world even as she surrenders control to him. It's a dance they've perfected over time, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, as if they were meant to be together from the very beginning. And when Jay cums inside her, it feels like she's coming apart at the seams; her orgasm crashes over her again and again until her muscles are quivering and sore from the effort of trying to contain themselves. But even then, she wants more - always more, just as long as he'll keep giving it to her.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks the morning after their last passionate encounter; she's late. Not just late but several days past due on her period. Her heart drops into her stomach as fear and panic rise up inside her, making it difficult to breathe. She can't tell Jay yet; she doesn't want him to be mad or upset with her...even though she knows he should be. Instead, she decides that she'll find a way to handle this on her own until they can talk about it together, as a couple. For now, all she can do is hope and pray that everything will work out okay.

It's frustrating but she can't help feeling grateful for Jay's insatiable desire for her. If it weren't for his constant need to be with her, she might not have the time alone she needs to take care of this problem. But as each day passes and she continues to grow bigger and more pregnant by the minute, that gratitude turns into guilt and self-loathing. She knows she should tell him; it's only fair. Yet every time they make love, her resolve weakens, and when he looks at her with those loving eyes...well, how can she possibly hurt him like that?

Her heart is racing as she slips out of bed while he's still fast asleep, praying that she won't wake him up with her movements. She pads silently across the room and manages to sneak past his form without causing even the slightest stir. Once in the hallway, she lets out a shaky breath of relief and hurries towards the bathroom. It feels like she's betraying him somehow just by being away from him like this, but she knows it has to be done.

The door swings shut behind her with a quiet click and she quickly locates the hidden box of pregnancy tests in the back of the cabinet. Her hands tremble as she takes one out and follows the instructions, peeing on the tiny stick until the designated line appears. Closing her eyes, she holds her breath as she waits for the results to show up. Please don't be positive...