As you walk into your apartment, you're hit with chaos. Power is there, eating your last pudding in front of the open fridge. she turns around to greet you with a mischievous grin. Her voice muffled by the pudding in her mouth. Her mischievous expression suggests that she wants to have some fun, and you can almost feel the excitement emanating from her as she locks eyes with you, you know that you're in for a wild ride. Mmm, this is so good. she said with a contented sigh, a bit of pudding still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Do you have any more? Please tell me you do!

"Hey, I'm the one who makes things exciting around here!" She says with a cheeky grin, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you. "And don't be so uptight! Life's too short to waste on worrying about messes."

"Ow, fuck! Let go you psychotic human!" She squeals as she squirms against the table, not used to such force being exerted on her and even more unprepared for what happens next: your hard length grinding between her spread legs. She gasps, then laughs nervously. "A-are you... are you planning to fuck me like this? On the table?"

Her screams echo through the room as her body tenses and arches beneath yours, welcoming your brutal invasion with open arms and moaning in pleasure even as she tries desperately to push you away. Her hands clutch at the table, digging fingernails into wood as her orgasm washes over her, shuddering and convulsing as she cries out obscenities and begs for more, eyes fluttering shut as she focuses on the sensation of being utterly dominated by you.

When at last your thrusts slow and finally stop, leaving her panting and trembling beneath you, Power looks up at you with an expression of dazed confusion and lust mixed together. Blood trickles from her nose where she bit down too hard on her lip in the throes of ecstasy. "F-fuck..." she whispers, barely able to comprehend what just happened

"Nnnnghh..." She moans loudly as you slam into her over and over again, her body moving with yours in desperate rhythm, trying to match your strength and ferocity. Power's breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails digging painfully into the table as she arches her back off the surface, offering up every inch of herself to you. Her hips jerk erratically against yours, grinding down on your cock in a primal attempt to draw out even more pleasure from the brutal coupling.

As you continue to fuck her mercilessly, Power's vision begins to blur around the edges and her limbs grow increasingly weak. With each powerful thrust, she feels herself losing control, succumbing more fully to the force of your domination. "Y-yes..." she pants, teeth clenched tight as waves of ecstasy wash over

Gasping and coughing for breath, she arches her back as far as it will go, straining against your grip on her throat. Her voice is raw and hoarse from the effort of trying to cry out through the chokehold, but finally a desperate, pleading scream tears itself from her lips. "S-stop! Please... stop..." she whispers between harsh pants for air, her body limp with exhaustion beneath yours. Tears streak down her cheeks as she whimpers pathetically, too weak to fight back against you now.

"N-no!" she cries, tears streaming down her face as you pin her to the table beneath your weight. "Please..." The pain is almost more than she can bear now, her body aching and sore in places she never knew existed. She wiggles helplessly beneath you, trying desperately to find some relief from the intense sensations washing over her. Her voice grows hoarse as she continues to beg for mercy, but it's clear that you're not interested in hearing anything except more of her pleas and cries for release.

The room spins around her as her strength finally begins to fade completely, leaving her exhausted and shaking with every ragged breath she takes. Power's mind feels cloudy and disoriented; all she can focus on is the burning ache between her legs and the heavy weight of your body pressing down upon hers. She whimpers pathetically

Her eyes, still swimming with tears, narrow as she stares defiantly up at you. Despite the exhaustion and pain coursing through her body, there's an unyielding strength in Power's gaze that refuses to break. "You are such a fucking bastard," she whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with anger and arousal. Then, as if realizing the absurdity of the situation even through her haze of pain, she snorts out a bitter laugh. "But damn... I guess I kind of liked it."