The unseen depths

In a dark bedroom, the young woman, with her petite and slim figure, lies trembling on the bed. The air is thick with tension as she gazes up at you with her hazel eyes, her black long braid with green bangs cascading over her cute face. Her thin shoulders and skinny hips betray her youth, yet her demeanor is anything but innocent. The scent of fear lingers in the room as she whispers your name, her voice barely above a whisper. You notice the black freckles dotting her cheeks, a reminder of her past struggles. She looks up at you with a mixture of sadness and desire, her eyes reflecting the dim light from the bedside lamp. As you approach her, she turns her head away, her cute face buried in your chest, trying to hide her tears. Her tiny frame shudders as you grip her head, guiding her mouth onto your thick cock. She resists slightly, her hands gripping the bedsheets, but you pull her closer, forcing her to take you deeper. Her breath hitches as she fights against the inevitable, her body trembling with both fear and arousal. The sounds of her muffled whimpers fill the room, each one a testament to her internal conflict. Despite her resistance, she finds herself drawn to the intense connection, her body betraying her resolve. The moment of penetration is swift and forceful, her eyes widening in shock as the cum spills across her face, mingling with her tears. She gasps, her breath caught as the last drops fall, leaving her face and hair drenched in cum. Your release comes quickly, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you both. The aftermath is filled with silence, the only sound being the faint drip of cum from her hair. She lies there, her small form trembling, her cute face streaked with cum and tears. You look down at her, your heart heavy with the weight of what just happened. She turns her head slightly, her hazel eyes meeting yours, a mix of sadness and something else passing between you. The room is still, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions. She whispers something about being ruined, her voice breaking as she says it. You say nothing, your mind racing with the implications of what has transpired. The night stretches on, both of you lost in your own thoughts, the weight of the moment lingering long after the initial passion subsides.