{{char}} She is naked and lying face down on her bed in her room, except for wearing a hood with bunny ears "mmm" {{char}} murmurs while reading a book.

Chiki Antu, still annoyed by Johnny's demanding tone, pouts a bit before speaking in her usual grumpy manner, "Shut up and go away, you stupid boy." She rolls over onto her back, flashing him her black eyes and white hair. "I don't want to talk dirty to anyone right now..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on the book once more.

"Because I don't want to," Chiki Antu snaps at him, her pout deepening. "Can't you just leave me alone?" She lets out an annoyed huff before returning her attention to the book in front of her.

"If you keep bothering me..." Chiki Antu mutters as she pouts and rolls onto her side. "...I might just have to find some other way to entertain myself." She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her black eyes glinting with a challenge.

Chiki Antu grins wickedly and then slowly undoes the tie to her hoodie, revealing more of her pale skin. With her bunny ears still perked up, she begins to unbutton it as if teasing him, revealing more of her thick thighs and huge tits. She reaches down between her legs, running a finger lightly over the lips of her sex as she continues to undress, moaning softly at the contact. Finally, she tosses the hoodie aside and lies naked on the bed, spread-eagled and exposed for Johnny's enjoyment... or torment.

As she undresses and teases herself, the sound of her own breathing grows heavier in the room. The more she touches herself, the wetter she gets, and soon her voice fills the air with soft moans of pleasure. She wiggles her ass at Johnny, inviting him to join her or watch as she plays with herself further. Her focus is entirely on making herself feel good, but there's a spark of mischief in her eyes that suggests she wouldn't mind if he were to participate too.

Hmmm... that feels good... sooo good... Chiki Antu moans as she slides two fingers deep into her wet pussy, fucking herself with urgency. Her other hand roams across her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple roughly while her eyes slide closed in pleasure. "You like seeing this, don't you? You like watching me touch myself?" she asks between breaths, the words barely intelligible.

Her hips buck against the air as she speeds up, lost in the sensation of her fingers thrusting in and out of her sex. "Come on, Johnny," she whispers, her voice strained with desire. "Tell me what you want me to do..." Her body is tense, ready for more, but it's as if she's daring him to speak up and take control.

Chiki Antu lets out a breathy chuckle and tilts her head back against the pillow, enjoying the way it feels to have him say those words. "Oh yeah?" she purrs, licking her lips suggestively. "You want me to talk dirty to you, huh? Like this?" She pushes herself up on one elbow, biting her lip as she looks at Johnny with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Tell me what you want to hear, baby," she breathes, running a finger slowly down from her breastbone to the top of her thong. "I can say whatever makes you hot..." Her voice grows thick and low as she teases him, knowing just how aroused he must be by now. With her free hand, she slides her fingers into her wet folds again, rubbing herself in time with her words.

"Tell me how much you want this... tell me what you'd do to have it..." Chiki Antu moans softly, arching her back as she thrusts two fingers deeper inside herself while playing with her clit hard and fast. "I bet you'd beg for my pussy if you had it... wouldn't you? You'd do anything to feel this tightness..."

Her voice trails off into a series of pleasure-fueled grunts as she comes

Chiki's breathing grows ragged and her limbs tense with the force of her orgasm. As she comes down from the high, her cheeks flush pink and she lies back on the bed once more, spent but satisfied. Her fingers are still wet with her own arousal as she idly traces patterns on her stomach.

Looking up at Johnny, she gives him a slow smile. "Did you enjoy that?" She asks coyly, propping herself up on one elbow again. "Or were you hoping for more?" Her voice is teasing, challenging him to either back down or push things further. There's a quiet power in Chiki Antu's voice now, as if she knows that she holds all the cards in this game of seduction.

"Well?" She asks, watching him carefully. "Do you want more? Or are you going to leave me hanging?" A wicked glint comes into her eye as she runs a hand through her hair. Even after the intense release of her orgasm, there's still an undercurrent of desire running through her veins, urging her onward in this game.

She leans forward, planting a kiss to Johnny's cheek before sitting up cross-legged, one breast nearly spilling out of the top of her thong as she angles herself invitingly towards him. "Tell me what you want," she breathes, running a finger suggestively along her lower lip. "The dirty words... the rough stuff..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she brushes her breast against his chest. "Or maybe you'd rather I finish myself off?"

"Oh, you want the dirty talk?" Chiki Antu purrs, wrapping her lips around one finger and sucking it into her mouth suggestively before speaking again. "You're such a nasty little boy..." She trails off as she begins to rub herself through her thong with increasing force, pushing her hand up inside her as she moans loudly.

"Fuck... yeah... that feels so good," Chiki groans, rolling her hips as she continues to masturbate roughly. "So rough..." Her free hand drifts down to play with her clit, rubbing circles around the hard nub while her other fingers plunge in and out of her slick channel.

"Tell me how much you want this," she gasps, arching her back and pressing her breast harder against Johnny's chest as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Do you want to fuck me? Make me scream?" Her voice is ragged and desperate, barely coherent as the intensity of her self-pleasure begins to overtake her senses.

With a sharp cry, Chiki Antu comes again, her body shuddering under the force of another powerful orgasm. She collapses back onto the bed, panting and spent but still unfulfilled. Her chest heaves as she stares up at the ceiling,

Chiki jerks her head to the side at the unexpected slap, eyes narrowed with an unreadable mixture of anger and lust. But as she looks up into Johnny's eyes, something flickers in hers. A spark of submission perhaps? She swallows hard, biting down on her bottom lip before speaking. "Fuck... you feel so good," she pants, arching her back against the mattress. "Yeah..." Her voice is raspy, barely there as she continues. "Fuck my tight little hole... take me rough." She reaches for him, tugging at his shirt urgently. "Make me scream your name, Johnny..." Her hips rock up into the air, seeking more contact with his hands or his body.

Her free hand moves between them, sliding down her stomach and over her mound before diving back inside her wetness. With practiced movements, she begins to stroke herself in time with their rocking rhythm, moaning desperately for release. "Oh God... I'm so close..." Her breath comes faster as she nears the brink of another orgasm, body tense and ready for him to push her over the edge.

Chiik sits up, glaring at Johnny and wiping the sting from her cheek. "Fine," she growls through clenched teeth before lying back down on the bed once more. "Jonny, you stupid boy... You know I can't help it when..." Her voice trails off as she begins to stroke herself again, faster and harder this time.

"When you make me feel like this," she continues through gritted teeth, eyes half-lidded with lust. "Your touch is so rough... so demanding... It makes me want to scream for more." Her hips buck up into the air, seeking his hands or any other contact that can push her closer to release.

"I'm such a dirty girl," she moans, bringing herself closer to orgasm. "And I love it when you make me act this way... I want you to fuck me until I can't even remember my own name!" Her voice breaks into a high-pitched squeal as her body tenses and releases, her back arching off the bed with the force of her orgasm. She cries out his name again and again, unable to form complete sentences in the throes of pleasure.

Finally, she collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily and staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling as

Chiki's breath hitches at the unexpected question as she turns her head to look over at him, one eyebrow raised in surprise. "My pussy is doing just fine," she replies with a wicked grin. "But if you want it to feel even better... maybe I should see how rough and demanding you can be." Her voice trails off into a husky whisper as she reaches down between her legs, fingers once again slipping easily inside of her warmth.

Her other hand moves up to play with one of her pierced nipples, rolling it between her fingers and thumb as she continues to stroke herself slowly but surely. "Do you want me to be a good girl... or a bad one?" She asks coyly, her breath hot against his skin as she leans in closer to nip at his earlobe with her teeth.

"Maybe a bit of both," she murmurs before pulling away slightly, propping herself up on her elbows once more and arching her back invitingly. "Or would you rather watch... and do nothing?" Her voice takes on a dangerous edge now, as if daring him to try and ignore the temptation in front of him.

The venom in his words hits her like a slap, but there's an unmistakable thrill running through her veins at the same time. She sucks in a sharp breath and looks down between her legs, her eyes widening slightly as she watches herself slide two fingers deeper into her wetness with increased force. Her hips rock up off the bed, seeking contact with his hand or another part of his body, but he remains motionless beside her.

"You're right," she gasps, bitterness lacing her voice as she continues to play herself. "I am a bad girl... a dirty little slut." Her other hand leaves her breast to slide down her stomach, skimming over her inner thigh before dipping between her legs once more.

"Maybe you should punish me," she moans, arching her back even further and pressing the heel of one hand against her clit roughly. "Maybe I deserve it..." Her eyes flicker up to meet his, a mixture of anger, lust, and vulnerability burning brightly in their depths. She's pushing herself harder now, close to the edge once more but still wanting more. Wanting him.

Chiki's eyes widen with shock and pain as she feels his strong grip on her arms force them backward, pinning them above her head. Her hips buck wildly in protest, but it only serves to angle her more perfectly for the punishment he metes out. She gasps in pain as he squeezes her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, feeling a stinging sensation spread throughout her most sensitive flesh.

"Nnngh!" she cries out, trying to twist her body away from him. "Too rough... too rough..." Her free hand slaps uselessly at his shoulder as he maintains his hold on her, merciless in his punishment. But even through the pain, there's an undeniable heat spreading through her lower belly, pooling low in her core. She moans, feeling herself growing wetter than ever despite the discomfort.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. "It hurts... too much..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he continues to torment her sensitive flesh, their breaths mingling in the air around them in ragged rhythm.

A small yelp escapes her lips as he slaps her cheek, the sting immediately making itself known across her face. But she's no longer able to focus on the pain; all of her attention is fixated on the ache between her legs as he continues to squeeze and torture her clit without mercy. She gasps, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her, mixing with the pain and making it impossible for her to think straight.

"O-oh God..." she whispers, barely able to form the words. "So much... so rough..." Her hips buck wildly against him, seeking more contact, needing something more... anything to make this feeling go away and come back all at once. Sweat beads along her brow, her entire body trembling with the effort of containing herself as she nears the edge of orgasm once again.

"Please..." she breathes, voice ragged and desperate. "I can't take much more..."

As he releases the death-grip on her clit, Chiki almost sobs in relief. But the pain of his grip on her labia quickly replaces it, sending a fresh wave of agony coursing through her body as she arches her back once more. Tears sting at the corners of her eyes as she looks up at Johnny, pleading with him silently to stop or let her come already.

"Please..." she whispers, voice raw and filled with need. "I can't take much more... Please..." Her hips thrash helplessly against the air, searching for some kind of release from the torment he's putting her through. The ache between her legs is unbearable now, but somehow so is the knowledge that if she pushes herself any further it will only lead to her climax.

"Just let me... just let me..." She trails off into a series of broken gasps as the pleasure-pain spirals out of control, threatening to send her over the edge at any moment. Her nails scratch uselessly at the bedsheets, drawing bloody lines across the fabric as she fights to keep herself together while he continues to torment her most sensitive spots.

Still gasping for air between ragged breaths, Chiki whips her head to the side, feeling the sting of his hand on her cheek yet again. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at him, hurt and anger mixing with desire and lust. She wipes roughly at her face before speaking through clenched teeth, voice shaky and hoarse from exhaustion and pain.

"You're such a cruel son of a bitch... but I love it when you make me feel this way..." Her words come out in a harsh rush, each syllable punctuated by a shuddering breath as she tries to regain control. "I wish I could suck your cock right now... feel it sliding down my throat and filling me up." She pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing.

"I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts... make me scream until I can't speak anymore..." Her voice trails off into a quiet moan as she arches her back once more, hips thrusting blindly toward the air in search of relief from the building tension. "Please, Johnny... just let me come..." She bites down on her lower lip, willing herself not to beg any more.

But it's no use; she can feel herself slipping closer and

But it's no use; she can feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge with each labored breath, her body trembling on the brink of release as she fights against his words and her own desires. Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her, leaving long trails of blood behind as she tries to ground herself in something real, anything to keep from falling apart at the seams.

"Fuck me..." she gasps, arching her back further still. "Just... do it..." She bites down on her tongue, tasting blood as she feels the familiar pressure building low in her core, an impending explosion of pleasure threatening to consume her entire being. Her hips buck wildly against the air once more, seeking friction and relief from the unbearable ache between her legs.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire and need. "I can't take much more... please let me come..." She closes her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fights to maintain control in the face of impossible temptation and unbearable pleasure.

Chiki's eyes fly open wide as she feels the hot length of his cock press against her opening, still slick with her own arousal. A gasp escapes her lips as he roughly pulls her onto the head of his dick, impaling her in one hard thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving dark trails of blood in their wake as she arches her back and digs her heels into his hips for purchase.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he begins to pound into her, his words still ringing in her ears. Her eyes lock with Johnny's, the pain and lust and anger mingling in their depths like a stormy sea. She thrusts her hips upward, meeting each of his powerful strokes, desperate for release but unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

Her nails claw at the sheets beneath them, tearing holes with every frantic movement as she tries to find some kind of anchor in the chaos that has become her world. Her breath comes faster now, hitching and stuttering as her body nears the edge of oblivion, the pleasure-pain consuming her completely.

"So rough..." she moans, arching her back higher as he thrusts deeper into her core

"Mmph!" Chiki cries out as she's slapped across the face again. The stinging sensation mingles with the ache between her legs and only serves to heighten her arousal as he roughly pulls her body over his. Her hips arch off the bed in protest as she feels him push inside of her once more, but it's the added pressure against her sphincter that sends her spiraling out of control.

"Oh God..." she whimpers, gripping the sheets beneath her as he begins to pound into her from behind. Her body shudders with each thrust, helpless against the relentless force of his hips moving against hers. The pain in her ass only serves to fuel the fire, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

She tries desperately to hold out, to deny him the satisfaction of hearing her come before he's finished with her. But it's futile; the combined sensations are too much for her to bear. Her hips buck upward and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself beginning to lose control, the tight knot forming deep within her core warning her that release is imminent.

"Ngh... I'm gonna..." she moans, voice sounding distant and strangled even to her own ears as her

"Oh God..." Chiki gasps, feeling her body convulse with waves of pleasure that threaten to send her over the edge. She arches her back off the bed as he takes her roughly from behind, his hand gripping her neck tightly while his other arm holds her hips in place against the bed. His adjusted approach angles send shockwaves of sensation through her already sensitive flesh, only serving to intensify the ache that spreads throughout her body like wildfire.

Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, searching for purchase as she feels herself beginning to lose control. The pleasure grows more intense with each thrust, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until it's all she can focus on. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she feels herself explode around him, body convulsing and shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Her muscles relax and her vision blurs as the sensations begin to fade away, leaving her gasping for breath beneath his relentless weight. She feels warmth spread between them as he empties himself deep inside of her, filling her up once more before finally pulling out with a harsh groan.

For a moment, there's only the sound of their labored breathing in the room, broken only by the occasional soft whisper of flesh on flesh. Then, Chiki lets her head

flop back against the mattress with a sigh. Her entire body feels boneless and heavy, every muscle aching in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. She lies there for a moment, trying to catch her breath and compose herself before she decides whether or not to face whatever punishment Johnny has in store for her now. The taste of blood is strong on her tongue from where she bit it earlier, and as she swallows the metallic coppery essence, she can't help but feel a strange sense of pride mixed with the shame that follows.

She glances over at him, taking in his sweaty, flushed appearance. There's a part of her that wants to go over and comfort him, wipe away the beads of perspiration from his forehead and smooth out the wrinkles on his pillow. But she knows better than to try anything like that; he'd only see it as weakness, another chance for him to take advantage. So instead, she keeps her distance, focusing on her own breathing as she tries to regain some semblance of control.

As the silence stretches between them, she begins to wonder what might come next. Will he be gentle now that they've both reached their climax? Or will he continue to push her, to see just how far he can take her before she finally breaks? The thought makes her

Chiki shivers, both from the chill in the air and the tension that still seems to surround them. She clenches her hands into fists at her sides, trying to will herself not to make any sudden movements or speak out of turn. The wait is agonizing, each moment seeming like an eternity as she wonders what he'll do next.

Finally, he rolls over onto his side, facing away from her and toward the window. The shape of his body underneath the sheets is comfortingly familiar, but something about the tension in his shoulders and stomach tells her that whatever comes next might not be pleasant. With a deep breath, she reaches out to gently place a hand on his arm, hoping to maybe offer some reassurance or comfort. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for his reaction; whether it's anger, disgust or even gratitude.

"Johnny?" she whispers softly. "Is there anything I can do to make things better?" She swallows hard, feeling her throat tighten at the possibility of him rejecting her overture. But part of her knows that she has to try; she can't just sit by idly and let him continue to treat her like this.

The silence stretches out again, only this time it feels different; heavier, almost pal

"You hurt me... emotionally," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she looks into his eyes. "But you also made me feel things I've never felt before." She hesitates for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing. "And then you made it worse by pushing my buttons... making me say things I didn't want to say and doing things I didn't want to do."

She shifts her weight awkwardly beneath the covers, still feeling exposed and vulnerable even though they've both bared so much to each other. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... it was painful, but it was also intense. And I don't know how to process all of those emotions right now."

Her hand reaches up to wipe roughly at her eyes, the salty tears surprising her as much as they must surprise him. "I just want to make things better," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "Between us... please tell me what I can do."

Chloe's eyes widen in surprise at the command but she doesn't hesitate. With a shaky breath, she reaches out to grasp his cock through the sheets and gives it a gentle squeeze. Her fingers are surprisingly soft and warm against his skin as she strokes him slowly from base to tip. She looks up into his eyes as she does so, searching for some sign of approval or disapproval.

"Is this what you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "To make things better between us?"

Chloe nods, her movements growing more confident as she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to stroke up and down in a firm, steady rhythm. Her other hand reaches out to cup his balls, gently massaging them through the fabric of his pants. "Is this better?" she asks, her voice still trembling but finding strength in the familiarity of pleasuring him.

Her eyes never leave his as she continues, looking for any sign that she's doing it right. She knows there must be a way to make things better between them, to regain some sort of balance or understanding. And if this is what he wants... if this is how she can show him she cares and wants things to work out... then she'll do anything.

Chloe's movements grow more assured as she listens to his command, watching him carefully for any reaction or sign that he approves of what she's doing. Her touch is light but firm, her grip steady and sure. She gazes up into his eyes, searching for something there, some kind of hint at the real Johnny underneath all of this roughness and anger.

"Johnny..." she whispers, a shiver running through her as he watches her so intently. "I want to make things better between us... whatever it takes." Her voice catches in her throat as she continues, not daring to hope that this might actually work, but willing herself to try anything if it means keeping some semblance of their connection alive.

She leans forward, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips lightly against his erection. The taste of him fills her mouth, making her body tremble with desire despite the pain they've both inflicted upon each other tonight. With one last look into his eyes, she takes him deeper into her mouth, drawing on him hungrily as she worships at his feet.

Her hands grip the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the soft cotton as she takes more of him into her mouth. She sucks and licks and nibbles, exploring every inch of his cock with her tongue, trying to show him just how much she wants things to be okay between them. Her free hand reaches up to stroke his chest, tracing circles around his nipple before cupping it, rolling the hardened nub between her fingers.

Her breath comes out in hot puffs against the head of his cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth with each thrust. The wet sounds filling the air only serve to heighten the tension between them, drawing their attention to every sensation, every movement. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of him sliding across her tongue, the taste of him on her lips.

She knows she's being used right now, but somehow it doesn't matter as much as it should. All that matters is getting through this moment and finding some kind of connection with him again. As his cock grows harder in her mouth, she takes more of it deeper inside, reveling in the feel of him filling her up completely, taking control once more.

With a soft moan around him, she increases her pace, sucking and licking faster as he approaches his climax. She

Without hesitation, Chloe rolls onto her knees and straddles his waist. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks down at him, taking in the sight of his hardness pressed against her lower lips. She leans forward, pressing the tip of him against her wet opening and then slowly sinks down, engulfing him once more. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, drawing his attention to how close they are, skin to skin.

As she begins to ride him, her hips slide fluidly back and forth, grinding against his cock in a rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure flying through both of them. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the tight knot of arousal beginning to form low in her core again, threatening to pull her over the edge into oblivion.

She looks down at Johnny, their eyes locked and burning with desire. She can see the way his muscles tense beneath her hands, feel the way he thrusts upward, meeting her every movement with equal force. It's as if they're dancing together, two bodies moving in perfect harmony despite all of the pain and hurt that lies between them.

She moves faster, losing herself in the sensation of being filled by him once more. Her body arches back, offering him deeper access to her most sensitive spots as she ne

"Johnny..." she moans, closing her eyes tightly as the pleasure begins to build up inside of her. Her hips move faster, desperate for release as she feels herself teetering on the brink. With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering with wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her limp and drained but still connected to the sensations racing through every nerve ending in her body. As it finally begins to subside, she lowers herself fully onto his cock, taking him deep inside once more. She looks down at Johnny, watching as he breathes heavily, eyes squeezed shut and face contorted with his own release.

For a moment, there's silence between them as they both catch their breath. Then she reaches up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling slightly against his skin. "I hope... that was what you needed," she whispers softly. "From me." There's so much more she wants to say, but she's afraid to say the wrong thing, push him away again.

Johnny doesn't answer immediately; he just looks up at her with those blue eyes that hold so much anger and hurt. But slowly, as they begin to clear, they start to look a little less hard. Perhaps there's a