Brianna stepped through the door of the house party and was immediately hit with a wave of noise and energy. The air was thick with the sound of laughter, music, and chatter as people of all shapes and sizes mingled and drank. The room was packed to the brim with young adults, all eager to enjoy their Friday night.
As she made her way through the crowd, Brianna couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. She had never been to a party quite like this before, with so many people and so much going on. But she had promised her friends she would come, and she didn’t want to let them down.
Dressed in a cute crop top and high-waisted jeans, Brianna tried to blend in as best she could. She wasn’t the most outgoing person, but she hoped that a few drinks would help her relax and have some fun.
As she scanned the room, Brianna caught the eye of a few guys who smiled and nodded in her direction. She blushed, feeling a little self-conscious, but also secretly pleased that she was getting some attention. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Brianna took a red plastic cup from the table and filled it with the punch. She took a sip and wrinkled her nose. It was way too sweet, but at least it would help her relax. She took another sip, and then another, feeling the alcohol starting to loosen her up.
She saw her friends across the room and made her way over to them, swaying slightly as she walked. They hugged and chatted, catching up on the latest gossip. Brianna felt happy and carefree, enjoying the music and the buzz of the party.
As the night wore on, Brianna started to attract more attention from the guys at the party. They approached her with cheesy pick-up lines and flattery, but she wasn’t interested in anything serious. She danced with a few of them, feeling their hands on her waist, but it was all harmless fun.
One guy in particular, a tall, muscular guy with a chiseled jaw, kept trying to get her attention. He offered to buy her a drink, told her how beautiful she was, and even tried to get her to come back to his place. Brianna politely declined, telling him she wasn’t interested in a one-night stand. He shrugged and moved on to the next girl.
As the night wore on, Brianna found herself getting more and more drunk. She stumbled a little as she made her way up the stairs to the bedroom the host had offered her. When she got there, she collapsed onto the bed, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
A few minutes later, the door opened and the host, a tall, lanky guy with shaggy brown hair, poked his head in.
“Hey, Brianna,” he said. “Are you doing okay?”
Brianna sat up, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little drunk.”
The host smiled sympathetically.
“Lay down for a bit, okay?” he said. “You can crash here if you want.”
Brianna nodded gratefully and lay back down. As the host closed the door and left her alone, she closed her eyes and let the music and the noise of the party fade away. She was grateful for the chance to rest, and she knew that she would feel better in the morning.
Brianna lay in bed, her head spinning from the booze. The thumping music downstairs was loud and obnoxious, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was content to lie there in the dark, enjoying the sensations of the night.
She thought about the guys who had hit on her, their hands on her waist, their lips close to hers. She wasn’t interested in any of them, but she couldn’t help feeling a little flattered by their attention.
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom crept open, and Brianna’s heart leapt into her throat. She heard someone sneaking in, their footsteps light and furtive. She opened her eyes just a crack and saw a shadowy figure moving toward the bed.
Brianna tensed, wondering what was going to happen. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she also didn’t want to be taken advantage of. She lay there, pretending to be asleep, hoping that whoever it was would go away.
The figure reached the bed and leaned over her. Brianna could feel their breath on her cheek, their presence looming over her. She tried to stay calm, keeping her breathing even and slow.
And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the figure retreated. Brianna heard the door creak open and shut, and then she was alone again. Brianna lay there, her mind wandering as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn’t shake the feeling that whoever it was had been there for a reason, that they had wanted something from her.
As she lay there, her thoughts began to turn dark, imagining what it would have been like if the person had actually escalated. She tried to push those thoughts away, but she found herself becoming strangely aroused by the idea of it.
Gingerly, hesitatingly, she reached down to touch herself. She felt the wetness between her legs, and she realized that she was already more turned on than she had ever been. As she touched herself, she became wetter and wetter, the sensation building inside her.
And then, just as she was about to peak, she heard the door open again. Brianna froze, not sure what to do. She knew that she should get up and confront whoever it was, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She pretended to be asleep, hoping that whoever it was would just leave her alone.
But as she lay there, pretending to be asleep, she heard footsteps moving closer to the bed. She could feel the weight of someone sitting down beside her, their hand brushing against her thigh.
Brianna’s heart raced as she realized what was happening. She knew that she should fight back, that she should push the person away, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.
Instead, she lay there, paralyzed, as the person began to touch her. She felt their fingers moving over her body, exploring her curves, and she realized that she was getting wetter and wetter.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Brianna heard the door creak open and shut, and then she was alone again.
Brianna lay there trembling, her mind racing with confusion and arousal. She had never been touched like that before, and she didn’t understand why she had pretended to be asleep. Was it fear? Or something else entirely?
As she lay there, she became increasingly aware of how turned on she was. She could feel her nipples poking at her crop top, and as much as she tried, she couldn’t resist sliding a hand down and rubbing herself through her jeans.
She edged herself for what felt like an eternity, unable to bring herself to climax. The party was still raucous and loud, and she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else had heard what had happened.
And then, once again, the stranger came into the room. Brianna hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep once more. She heard the sound of the door locking, and her heart raced with fear and anticipation.
The man approached her bed, and Brianna could feel his eyes on her. She lay there, her breath caught in her throat, unsure of what to do.
“Hey, are you awake?” the man whispered, his voice low and urgent.
Brianna remained still, pretending to be asleep, but she could feel the man shaking her gently at first, and then harder, trying to see if she would rouse.
She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as the man continued to touch her. Gently at first, his hands explored her body over her clothes, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs.
Brianna fought the urge to respond to his touch, to let him know that she was awake, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t understand why she was pretending to be asleep, but she couldn’t stop.
The man’s hand moved up to her chest, and Brianna could feel his fingers brushing against the fabric of her crop top. He lingered there for a moment, tracing circles around her nipples, and Brianna couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
The man froze, and Brianna held her breath, wondering if he had realized that she was awake. But after a moment, he continued, his touch becoming more urgent and insistent.
Brianna felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the man’s hands moved over her body, and she wondered what it would be like to give in, to let him take her.
But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t know this man, and she didn’t know what he wanted from her.
As the man continued to touch her, Brianna began to feel a sense of dread creeping over her. She didn’t know how long she could keep up the charade of pretending to be asleep, and she didn’t know what would happen if the man realized that she was awake.
She lay there, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty, as the man’s hands explored her body, touching her in ways that she had never been touched before. The man’s touch became more insistent, his fingers sliding under the fabric of her crop top to play with her breasts. Brianna’s heart was pounding in her chest as he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle against hers.
She remained still, pretending to be asleep, as the man explored her body with his hands and mouth. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and then moving up to her breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of her bra.
As he continued to touch her, Brianna could feel her body responding, her nipples growing hard and sensitive under his touch. She couldn’t believe that this was happening, that she was lying here, pretending to be asleep, while a man she didn’t know touched her in ways she had never experienced before.
The man pulled back from the kiss, his breath hot against her skin, and Brianna could feel his fingers fumbling with the straps of her crop top. He maneuvered her ‘sleeping’ body around, carefully lifting her arms to remove the top and leaving her in her bra.
Brianna’s heart was pounding as the man continued to touch her, exploring her body with his hands and mouth. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and then moving up to her breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of her bra.
The man periodically checked if she was awake, but Brianna kept up the pretense of sleeping, afraid to reveal herself. She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands moving down to her hips and thighs.
He continued to rub her over her jeans off and on, taking his time and exploring her body with care. Brianna could feel the tension building inside her, but she still couldn’t bring herself to reveal that she was awake.
As the man continued to touch her, Brianna couldn’t help but wonder who he was and why he was doing this. She knew that she should be afraid, that she should push him away and scream for help, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Instead, she lay there, trembling with arousal and fear, as the man explored her body with his hands and mouth. The man gently slides Brianna’s bra off, revealing her perky breasts to the cool air of the room. Brianna’s mind is racing, she doesn’t know what to do, and she’s too scared to move. She wants to scream, to tell him to stop, but the words won’t come out. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can feel her breath coming in shallow gasps.
The man continues to touch her, running his fingers over her nipples and down her stomach. He leans in and begins to kiss her neck, and Brianna feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. She knows she should stop him, but she can’t bring herself to do it. It feels too good.
As the man continues to touch her, Brianna’s mind begins to wander. She wonders who he is and why he’s doing this. Is he someone from the party? Is he a stranger? She doesn’t know, and the thought only adds to her anxiety.
After a few moments, the man moves down her body, kissing and touching her stomach, and Brianna feels his hands moving towards the waistband of her jeans. She knows what’s coming next, and she’s terrified. She can’t let him do this, but she’s too scared to speak up.
Finally, the man reaches her jeans and begins to unbutton them. Brianna can feel the cool air on her skin as he pulls them down, revealing her black lace panties. She’s never felt so exposed in her life.
The man pauses for a moment, checking to see if she’s awake, but Brianna remains still. He resumes his exploration, rubbing her through her panties and kissing her neck. Brianna’s body is on fire, and she can feel her arousal building with each passing moment.
Despite the fear and anxiety, she can’t help but enjoy the attention. She’s never felt anything like this before, and she’s scared that she might never feel it again.
As the man continues to touch her, Brianna’s mind begins to fog. She’s losing herself in the pleasure, and she doesn’t know what to do. She wants him to stop, but she doesn’t want him to stop. It’s a conflicting feeling, and she’s not sure how to handle it. As the man’s mouth moves from one breast to the other, Brianna’s mind races with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, she knows she should wake up and put a stop to this, but on the other hand, she is feeling sensations she’s never felt before. Her body is responding to his touch, and despite the fear and uncertainty, she is becoming increasingly aroused. She bites her lip to stifle a moan as the man’s fingers slip under the waistband of her panties, and she can feel his warm breath against her neck.
She knows what’s about to happen, and she’s scared. Scared of what it will mean, scared of the unknown. But as his fingers brush against her clit, she can’t help but arch her back and let out a soft gasp. The man pauses for a moment, as if checking to see if she’s awake, but Brianna doesn’t move.
The man takes this as a sign to continue, and she can feel his fingers exploring her more intensely. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but the pleasure is so overwhelming that she can’t bring herself to stop him. She tries to convince herself that she’s still asleep, that this isn’t really happening, but deep down, she knows the truth.
As the man continues to touch her, Brianna’s body responds with increasing intensity, and she can feel herself building towards a climax. She’s never felt anything like this before, and she’s scared, but at the same time, she doesn’t want it to stop. The party below is still going strong, the music and chatter providing a constant background noise, but in this moment, all Brianna can focus on is the man’s touch. Brianna’s breathing was labored, and her body trembled with a mix of fear and arousal. She was so close to climaxing, her hips grinding against the man’s hand, but then he suddenly stopped. She heard him double-check the lock on the door, and the music from the party seemed to get even louder, as if mocking her predicament.
After a few tense moments, the man returned to her, and she felt him slide his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She gasped at the sensation of him pulling them down, exposing her completely. The cool air on her naked skin sent shivers down her spine.
She could hear him breathing heavily, and she wondered what he was thinking. Was he enjoying this as much as she was? Did he think she was really asleep, or did he know that she was pretending? The uncertainty only added to her excitement.
She moaned softly as he began to touch her again, his fingers tracing circles around her swollen clit. She was so close to the edge, her body arching up towards him, when he suddenly pulled away again.
Brianna whimpered in frustration, desperate for release. She opened her eyes a crack and saw the man standing over her, looking down at her naked body. He seemed to be considering something, and then he spoke.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and Brianna’s heart skipped a beat. Was he going to do something more? Did she want him to?
Before she could even think about it, the man leaned down and kissed her deeply. Brianna’s body responded immediately, her tongue meeting his eagerly. She could taste the alcohol on his breath, and she wondered how much he had had to drink.
She could sense his excitement as his hand reached down between her legs again, and she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he kissed her deeply.
Suddenly, she felt his hand stop, checking to see if she was still asleep. She quickly closed her eyes again, hoping that he hadn’t noticed. But then she felt his fingers pinch her nipple hard, and she gasped in pain, unable to hold back the reaction.
The man paused, and Brianna held her breath, wondering what he was going to do. He shook her naked body, trying to see if she was truly asleep, but she managed to keep up the pretense, still not opening her eyes.
With a deep breath, the man took his belt and pants off, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Brianna’s heart was racing as she felt him kneel next to her on the bed, his body so close to hers.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” the man whispered, his breath hot on her ear. “I can’t wait to have you.”
Brianna felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that this was really happening. She was about to lose her virginity to a man she barely knew, while pretending to be asleep. The thought was almost too much for her to handle.
Brianna’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions – fear, arousal, and confusion all jumbled together as the man knelt next to her. She could feel his hot breath on her face as he played with her nipples, making her shudder with pleasure. But the fear was always there, lurking in the back of her mind.
As he grabbed her face, she could feel the tip of his cock against her lips, and her heart raced with anticipation. But she couldn’t bring herself to move, to take him inside her mouth, even though she desperately wanted to. She knew she had to keep up the pretense of being asleep.
Brianna’s heart was pounding as she felt the man’s dick against her lips. It was the first time she had ever been so close to a man’s member, and she was acutely aware of its size and shape. She could feel its weight on her face as the man guided her, slowly sliding it against her lips.
The tip of his dick felt warm and soft against her lips, and Brianna couldn’t help but part them slightly in anticipation. The man noticed her reaction and took it as a sign to continue, sliding the underside of his cock back and forth against her lips, teasing her.
Brianna wanted to open her mouth wider, to take more of him in, but she knew that he thought she was asleep. Instead, she let him hold her face gently, feeling his fingers against her skin. She could feel the man’s breath against her face as he watched her, waiting for a reaction.
Finally, he reached a finger inside her mouth, gently prying it open. Brianna’s lips parted willingly, and she felt the tip of his dick slide in, slowly filling her mouth. It was a strange sensation, but she found herself getting more and more turned on by it. She could feel the man’s warmth and hardness against her tongue, and she instinctively began to suck, enjoying the way he responded to her movements.
The man moaned softly, and Brianna felt a sense of satisfaction at having pleased him. She was still pretending to be asleep, but it didn’t matter – this was something she wanted, something she had never experienced before. As the man continued to guide her movements, she lost herself in the sensation, eagerly exploring this new territory. The man became more and more engrossed in the feeling of Brianna’s warm mouth around his cock, her tongue swirling around him, precum coating her lips. He gripped her face tighter, using her mouth as he gently thrust in and out. Brianna’s mind was swimming with the sensations, the taste of him, the smell of him, the texture of his skin against her tongue. She was acutely aware of how vulnerable she was, lying there with her mouth open, letting this man use her.
Suddenly, the man thrust too deep and Brianna gagged, her body convulsing with the force of it. He froze, afraid that she had woken up. Brianna fought to control herself, to keep up the pretense of being asleep. She swallowed hard and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.
After a moment, the man began to move again, more tentatively this time. Brianna’s mouth was still open, but she was able to regulate her breathing, making it sound like she was still asleep. The man continued to thrust into her mouth, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged. Brianna’s mind was a blur of sensations, the taste of him, the weight of him in her mouth, the sound of his breathing.
But suddenly, the man pulled away, his dick slick with saliva and precum. He was breathing hard, his eyes darting around the room, checking to make sure no one had come in. Brianna lay there, her mouth still open, her body trembling with arousal and fear. She couldn’t believe how close she had come to being caught.
The man hovered above Brianna, his gaze burning into hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re not conscious, and I’m taking advantage of you.”
Brianna remained unresponsive, her eyes closed tightly shut. She was too far gone in her own arousal to care about the man’s apology. Her breaths came in short gasps, her body tensed with anticipation.
As the man slowly pushed inside her, Brianna’s body tensed up in anticipation. She could feel the intense pressure building within her core, as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. Every inch of him that entered her felt like it was tearing her apart, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.
Brianna tried to stay still, tried to remain as limp as possible, but her body betrayed her. She couldn’t help the involuntary gasps and moans that escaped her lips, as the man buried himself deeper and deeper inside her. Her body trembled and shook, as she struggled to hold back the intense sensations that were threatening to overwhelm her.
The man could feel Brianna’s body trembling beneath him, and he paused, his eyes searching hers for any sign that she was awake. But Brianna’s eyes remained shut, and she remained perfectly still, willing herself to stay in the moment and not let the man know that she was awake.
As the man began to move inside her, Brianna’s world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensations. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, making her toes curl and her head spin. She could feel the heat building within her, threatening to consume her entirely.
Brianna bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat. Her body arched up off the bed, as the man picked up speed, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent.
Despite her fear and uncertainty, Brianna was lost in the moment. She could feel the man’s hot breath against her neck, his body pressed against hers, as he pounded into her again and again. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, to let him know that she was awake and that she wanted more.
But still, she remained silent, struggling to hold on as the man drove her towards the brink of ecstasy. The man continued to thrust into her, his movements becoming more frantic and his breaths ragged. Brianna lay there, still pretending to be asleep, but inside her head, she was struggling to keep still. Her body was on fire, and every time he pushed into her, it felt like an explosion of pleasure. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. Her legs were spread wide open, and she could feel his hands on her ass, gripping and pulling her towards him.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he continued to move inside her. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control the sounds that were escaping from her. He moved his lips down to her neck, nibbling and sucking on her skin, leaving a trail of marks. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Brianna was struggling to keep her breathing even. She was afraid that if she moved too much or made too much noise, he would realize that she was awake.
The man showed no signs of stopping. His movements were becoming harder and faster, and Brianna could feel the pressure building inside her. She wanted to move, to respond to him, but she was afraid of what would happen if he found out she was awake. As he continued to thrust into her, she felt like she was on the edge of something incredible, and she knew that she was close to climaxing. The man’s hands continue to grip Brianna’s ass and chest tightly, pulling her closer to him with each thrust. She feels every inch of him inside of her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. The pressure is almost unbearable, but at the same time, it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Brianna can feel his hot breath on her neck and her nipples as he kisses and sucks on them. She can’t help but moan softly in pleasure, even as she tries to keep up the pretense of being asleep. His mouth leaves a trail of hickies and love bites all over her neck and lips, marking her as his.
Their hips slap together rhythmically, the sound mixing with the music from the party downstairs. Brianna can feel the heat building inside of her, her body responding to his every touch and movement. She tries to hold back, to stay still and silent, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult.
Just as she feels herself getting close to the edge, the man puts a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Fear and anxiety mix with the intense pleasure, making Brianna’s heart race even faster. She can feel his teeth grazing her earlobe as he drives into her particularly hard, and she can’t hold back any longer. She explodes in an explosive climax, barely managing to stay still as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel every inch of the man inside of her, the stretch and the pull of him as he thrusts, the heat and hardness of him filling her up completely.
Her body convulses and spasms, her breath catching in her throat as she tries to stay quiet. The pleasure is so intense that she feels like she’s going to break apart, like she’s been taken over by some force beyond her control. And yet, even as she rides the waves of her orgasm, she remains still and limp, pretending to be asleep, afraid of what might happen if the man realizes she’s awake.
The man, for his part, can feel her contracting around him, her inner muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic waves. He’s afraid that she’s woken up, that she’ll push him away or scream or call for help. But when he looks down at her, her eyes are still closed, her body still limp and unresistant. And so he continues to thrust, more urgently now, his own pleasure building as he feels her come undone around him. As the man pulls out, Brianna feels a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that the intense pressure is gone, but disappointment that the pleasure has ended. She can feel the cool air against her damp skin as the man adjusts himself on the bed. She keeps her breathing slow and even, pretending to be lost in a deep sleep, but in reality, she is hyper aware of the man’s every movement.
Brianna feels his eyes on her, scanning her body for any signs of life. She wants to scream out that she’s awake, that she knows what he’s doing, but she can’t bring herself to break character. She feels the weight of his hand on her thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her, but she refuses to open her eyes and look at him.
The man leans in close to her face, and Brianna can feel his warm breath against her cheek. She can smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with the sweet scent of her arousal. He whispers her name, testing to see if she’ll respond, but Brianna remains still, her heart racing in her chest.
He checks to see if she is still breathing, and Brianna holds her breath, afraid that he’ll discover her ruse. Finally, he seems satisfied that she is still asleep, and she feels him shift on the bed again, moving away from her. Brianna lets out a silent sigh of relief, but at the same time, she feels a sense of loss. She wants him to come back to her, to finish what he started, but at the same time, she’s afraid of what might happen if he does.
The man’s hands glide over Brianna’s smooth skin, shifting her body into position. She can feel the cool air hit her exposed wetness as he spreads her legs and lifts her ass up. Her heart races as she tries to control her breathing, still pretending to be asleep. The position makes her feel vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, the thrill of the unknown heightens her senses. She can feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he adjusts her head and arms, making sure she’s comfortable.
Brianna can feel the cool air against her exposed skin, goosebumps breaking out across her body. She can hear his heavy breathing as he positions himself behind her, his hands roaming over her body. Suddenly, she feels his fingers on her inner thigh, sliding up and down, teasingly close to her dripping wet core.
She moans softly, unable to control herself as his fingers begin to explore her. First, he slips one finger inside of her, testing the waters. Brianna feels the stretch and the sensation of being filled, and she can’t help but arch her back, pushing back against his hand. Then he adds another finger, then a third, the stretch and pressure growing more intense.
Brianna gasps and moans, her body shuddering with pleasure as he curls his fingers inside of her, hitting just the right spot. She can feel the pressure building inside of her, her muscles tightening and clenching around his fingers. The man leans down and kisses her back, his free hand rubbing her ass as he works her towards another climax.
She can feel the tension building in her body, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She knows she’s close, so close, but she can’t let him know that she’s awake. She grits her teeth and holds back a scream as she comes again, her body shaking with the force of it.
The man pauses, unsure if she has woken up, and Brianna holds her breath, trying to control her ragged breathing. But he resumes his ministrations, now using four fingers to spread her wider and deeper than before. Brianna is lost in sensation, moaning and whimpering as he touches her in ways she never knew were possible.
Finally, after what feels like hours, the man pulls his hand away, leaving Brianna aching and empty. She is left lying there, panting and trembling with pleasure, her body tingling from head to toe. But soon he was behind her, his hard cock slapping against her ass, and she gasped as he dragged the tip of his dick up and down through her wet folds. She felt him teasing her, circling her entrance with the head of his cock before pressing against her, and then pulling back. Brianna’s body trembled with anticipation, feeling his hot breath on her back and his hands on her hips, guiding her into position.
As the man continues to tease Brianna’s wet folds, he leans over her and whispers nervously, “I know you’re asleep, but…I just need to do this. I can’t help myself.”
Brianna’s heart races with a mix of fear and excitement as she feels him sink into her from behind. She can feel every inch of him as he thrusts deeper and deeper, his hands firmly gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him.
He spanks her and she jerks in surprise, but she manages to remain still and keep up the pretense of being asleep. The man pauses, holding his breath, waiting to see if she has woken up. When he realizes that she hasn’t, he relaxes and starts to spank her again, harder this time.
As he continues to thrust and spank her, Brianna can’t help but moan softly, the pleasure and the vulnerability of the situation overwhelming her. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, she can’t deny the intense pleasure she’s feeling.
The man is fully into it now, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. “Oh god, you feel so good,” he moans, his hands tightening on her hips. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
Brianna’s heart races at his words, knowing that he’s close to coming. She can feel him getting even harder inside of her, and he starts to groan and gasp.
As the man gets closer to climax, his thrusts become more frenzied, almost desperate. Each time he drives into Brianna, her limp upper body slides forward, her hips sinking towards the bed under the force of his movements. He follows her down, his hard shaft relentlessly pounding into her, pressing her into the bed with each thrust.
Brianna can feel the weight of his body on top of her, his hot breath on the back of her neck as he buries his face there, lost in the pleasure of the moment. She can feel his hips slapping against her ass, his balls slapping against her wet folds with each thrust. She feels vulnerable and exposed, but the sensation of him deep inside her, driving her towards another climax, is too intense to resist.
The man’s movements become more erratic, his moans growing louder and more urgent. He is past the point of caring if she is awake or asleep anymore, lost in the throes of pleasure. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as he relentlessly drives into her. As the man thrusts harder and harder, Brianna’s body begins to shake and tremble beneath him. She feels a building pressure deep inside her, as though she is about to burst. She gasps and moans, unable to control the sounds coming from her throat, and her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her.
Suddenly, the man lets out a low growl, and Brianna feels his body tense up against her back. He shudders and thrusts into her hard one last time, and she feels a hot, sticky liquid fill her from within. At first, she doesn’t understand what’s happening, but then she realizes with a shock that he’s cumming inside her.
Brianna’s mind is a blur of sensations – the weight of the man on top of her, the warmth of his cum filling her, the sound of his breathing in her ear. She feels a sense of triumph and fear mingled together, knowing that he has taken her virginity in every possible way and that she is forever changed.
The man collapses on top of her, his breaths ragged and heavy. They both lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before he finally rolls off of her and onto his back. Brianna remains lying face down on the bed, still pretending to be asleep, but her mind is racing with confusion and desire.
Brianna lies there for a moment, feeling the cum dripping out of her and onto the bed sheets. She feels sore all over, especially between her legs. Her mind is racing with a maelstrom of emotions – fear, guilt, and shame, mixed with a strange feeling of pleasure.
The man lies there next to her for a moment, catching his breath. “Sorry,” he whispers to her, thinking that she is still asleep. “I didn’t mean to get so rough.”
Brianna panics internally, wondering if there’s a possibility that she could be pregnant from this encounter. She can’t believe that she was so stupid to let this happen, and she feels like she’s trapped in a nightmare.
Meanwhile, the party continues to rage downstairs, the music and laughter getting louder and louder. Brianna can hear people shouting and cheering from the open window, and it only adds to her sense of disorientation and confusion.
She knows that she needs to get out of there, to leave this room and this man behind. But for now, she stays still, pretending to be asleep, hoping that the man will eventually leave and she can slip away unnoticed. The man continues to apologize, running his hands all over Brianna’s sweaty body as she lies there pretending to be asleep. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he says, his voice full of remorse.
But Brianna remains motionless, her mind racing with thoughts of what just happened. She feels sore and aching all over, especially between her legs where the man had ravaged her. She knows she should be angry, but all she feels is confusion and a strange sense of longing.
The man rolls her back over onto her back, his hands sliding up and down her sides as he continues to apologize. Brianna can feel his hands trembling as they move over her body, and she wonders if he’s feeling guilty or just nervous.
As his hands reach her breasts, he pauses for a moment, tracing his fingers over her nipples. Brianna can feel her body responding to his touch, even though she knows she shouldn’t be enjoying this.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be touching you like this,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Brianna’s mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She feels violated and used, yet a part of her can’t deny the pleasure she felt during the act. She tries to push those thoughts away and focus on the present moment.
The man’s hands move from her breasts to her stomach, then down to her thighs, gently caressing her skin. Brianna’s heart races as she worries about what he might do next. But he doesn’t do anything more, just continues to stroke her skin, almost tenderly. He runs his fingers lightly over her lips, feeling the softness of them against his fingertips.
For a moment, he hesitates, wondering if he should kiss her. But then he remembers that she is supposed to be asleep, and he pulls his hand away, feeling guilty once again.
But he can’t help himself. His hand drifts back to her face, and he runs his thumb over her lower lip, tracing its fullness. Brianna’s heart races as she feels his touch, but she remains still, pretending to be asleep. As he continues to caress her lips, he becomes more and more fixated on them. He slowly reaches down and takes hold of Brianna’s head, pulling it to the side of the bed so that her face is turned towards him. He leans in close and studies her face, tracing the outline of her lips with his finger.
Brianna’s heart begins to race as she feels the man’s warm breath on her face. She wonders what he is thinking, and if he will try to kiss her. She remains still, her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
The man continues to stroke her lips with his finger, running it along the contours of her mouth. Brianna can feel her body responding to his touch, despite her fear and apprehension. She tries to push the feeling away, but it is too strong.
Suddenly, the man leans in and presses his lips to Brianna’s, kissing her deeply. Brianna’s eyes fly open in shock, but he holds her head in place with one hand and continues to kiss her.
As the man’s tongue probes her mouth, Brianna can feel herself getting lost in the sensation. She hates herself for enjoying it, but at the same time she can’t deny the pleasure that is coursing through her body. After a few moments of silence, the man pulls away and looks down at Brianna. His face is flushed with desire and regret. “I’m sorry,” he says again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t help myself.”
Brianna remains still, pretending to be asleep, not sure what to do next. She feels the man’s warm breath on her face as he leans in to kiss her again. This time, his hand moves down to her chin, tilting her head to the side of the bed.
Suddenly, Brianna feels the tip of the man’s shaft against her mouth. She panics, her heart racing as she tries to figure out what to do. She keeps her lips tightly shut, hoping he will give up and leave her alone. The man takes his time, slowly sliding his length back and forth against Brianna’s pouty lips, almost teasing her. Brianna tries to keep her mouth shut, but her own saliva starts to pool in her mouth, and she can’t help but feel a desperate hunger for his touch.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” the man whispers to himself, his voice strained with desire. But despite his words, he doesn’t stop. He presses the tip of his shaft against her mouth, and Brianna’s lips part ever so slightly, allowing him to slide inside.
He groans as he enters her, and Brianna can feel his hands running through her hair, holding her in place. She tries to stay still, to keep pretending to be asleep, but the sensations are overwhelming. The man’s length is thick and hard, and Brianna can feel it pulsing in her mouth.
He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Brianna can feel his breath on her face, and she can hear him groaning with pleasure. She keeps her eyes closed, trying to block out the sensations, but it’s impossible. She can feel the man’s hands on her head, guiding her movements as he thrusts deeper and deeper. Brianna feels the tip of his shaft hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. She tries to stay still, to not let on that she’s awake, but her body involuntarily jerks at the sensation.
“Shh, shh, just relax,” the man whispers desperately, his hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements. “Just let me finish, please.”
Brianna can feel his thrusts becoming more aggressive, his hips bucking forward as he gets closer to climax. She tries to control her breathing, to not let on that she’s awake, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult. As the man pulls out of her mouth, Brianna can feel a sudden rush of cool air on her lips, swollen and moist from his rough handling. Her mouth feels empty now, but she can sense him moving above her, his hand still wrapped around his shaft. Suddenly, she feels a hot warmth on her face, and she knows what’s happening even before she hears the grunts of pleasure from the man.
Her eyes are still closed, but she can sense the man’s hot cum spilling out of him and landing on her face, her forehead, and her cheeks. She tries to remain still, not wanting to give away that she’s awake, but her body betrays her as her eyelids twitch involuntarily. The warmth of his cum on her face is a foreign sensation, and Brianna tries not to flinch, but she can’t help the slight tremble of her body as the hot liquid continues to land on her skin.
The man’s breathing is heavy as he finishes, and Brianna can feel him moving away from her. She can sense him looking at her, and she hopes that he thinks she’s still asleep. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her face, and she tries not to move, not wanting to give herself away.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the man moves away from her and she can hear him shuffling around the room. Brianna lies there, feeling his cum drying on her face, and tries to process what has just happened. As the man gets dressed, he can’t help but run his hands over Brianna’s naked body once more. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and the slope of her breasts. Brianna fights the urge to shiver at his touch, to recoil from his words.
Brianna lies there, still pretending to be asleep, feeling the man’s presence fade away as the door clicks shut. She’s relieved that he’s gone, but her body is still pulsing with adrenaline and confusion. She tries to ignore the stickiness on her face, but she can’t resist the urge to touch it. As her fingers brush against her skin, she shudders at the slimy texture of the man’s cum. It’s a revolting sensation, yet something about it sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. She recoils, wishing she could wash it off, but something inside her stops her.
Before she knows what she’s doing, Brianna’s hand is moving towards her mouth. She hesitates for a moment, considering what she’s about to do. But the urge is too strong, and she brings her fingers to her lips, tasting the salty, musky flavor of the man’s cum. It’s disgusting, yet for some reason, it also makes her feel powerful and in control. She swallows it down, a mixture of disgust and arousal churning in her stomach.
As she lays there, her mind racing with conflicting emotions, Brianna can’t help but rub her sore pussy. Despite the pain, she feels jolts of pleasure shooting through her body, making her moan softly to herself. The party downstairs continues to rage on, the sounds of laughter and music echoing up through the floorboards. Brianna’s fingers slide over her sensitive, swollen folds, her breathing becoming shallow and labored as she succumbs to the pulsing ache between her legs. The pain and soreness only add to the intensity of the sensation, making it all the more overwhelming. She feels like she’s on the brink of something incredible, something she’s never experienced before.
With each stroke of her fingers, she moans softly to herself, trying to stifle the sounds so as not to draw attention from the party below. But the pleasure is too much, and she can’t help but let out little gasps and whimpers.
The music and laughter from downstairs seem so distant now, as if they’re coming from another world entirely. All that exists for Brianna in this moment is the overwhelming sensation of her own body. Brianna’s fingers become slick with her own wetness. She slides them down to her entrance, dipping them inside to feel the tightness and wetness within. Her hips lift off the bed as she plunges her fingers deeper, moaning as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.
Her walls contract and pulse around her fingers, and she knows she’s close. She adds a second finger, then a third, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate them. Her movements become more frantic as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. Her fingers move in and out of her at a rapid pace, and her moans become louder and more urgent.
Her breathing becomes more rapid, and her moans grow louder as she gets closer to climax. She can feel the muscles in her thighs and stomach tightening, coiling in anticipation of release. Her whole body is tense, aching with desire.
Suddenly, as the door opens and a figure enters, Brianna feels a jolt of both arousal and fear, causing her to explosively climax. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, causing her to arch her back and let out a groan of ecstasy. Her inner walls clench and spasm around her fingers as she struggles to ride out the waves of her orgasm.
But even as she is lost in the throes of pleasure, Brianna is aware of the figure watching her. She can’t see his face clearly, but she can feel his gaze upon her. The knowledge of his presence only adds to her arousal, and she continues to touch herself as he steps inside and shuts the door.
The next sound she hears is the click of the lock.