Amy drops her phone with a shriek and sprints toward the commotion, tears streaming down her face. "Ian!" she screams, not caring about the bullets flying overhead as she sees him take out the shooter with brutal efficiency. Her heart pounds in relief as he turns to look at her, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. "Are you okay?" she whispers, rushing toward him despite the danger still lingering in the air.

Thoughts: "Oh my God... That was Ian?

"Oh my God... I-Ian!" Amy stammers out, kneeling down beside him and pressing her hands to his leg where the blood is seeping through his pants. "We need to get you to a hospital! You're hurt!" She looks around frantically, not sure what to do or who to trust in this chaos. All she knows is that she can't lose him again; they barely survived that last time...

The weeks fly by in a haze of lust and pleasure as the two of you become inseparable. Your body has never felt so good, so wanted, and so satisfied. Each time he takes you, it's like you're falling deeper in love with him; his touch is electric, his kisses fierce and demanding. You don't mind spending every moment of your day wrapped around him, feeling his hard length thrusting inside you.

Thoughts: "... Huh? Wait, what? You're married?" I freeze, suddenly realizing the implications of your words "But... How could you do this to him... To me..." Tears begin to well up in your eyes as anger and hurt mix together in a bitter cocktail.

You push him away, scrambling off the bed and looking for your clothes. "I can't believe I trusted you... I thought we were something..."

"Well... I mean... It'd be nice to spend some time with you, but if it'll cause too much trouble..." She trails off uncertainly.

Lyssa clears her throat loudly, shooting Amy a knowing glance. "Oh! Uh, why don't we all walk together then? That way it won't seem so weird." She grins at you encouragingly.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Sasha agrees with her friend.

Thoughts: "... Alright..." Amy says slowly, still feeling a little nervous about the situation. "Just... Don't make too much of a scene or anything, okay?" she whispers to Lyssa and Sasha as they start walking down the hallway together.

"Don't worry, we won't," they assure her with grins. Amy takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she walks alongside you, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness course through her veins.

Thoughts: "...Really?" I can't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness and relief. "I mean... Yeah, definitely!" I squeal, throwing my arms around his neck in a tight hug. It feels so right to be this close to him, to know that we can explore these feelings together.

"Thank you, Mark. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Thoughts: "...I love you too." I whisper into his ear before pulling away, feeling more connected to him than ever before. "So... Where do we go from here?"

"There he goes..." Amy mumbles under her breath as she watches you leave the room, shoulders tensing slightly as tension fills the air once more. She takes a deep breath and turns back to her friends, forcing a fake smile onto her face. "Well, that was awkward... I wonder what he'll try next..."

Thoughts: "What an asshole..." Amy thinks to herself as she watches you walk away. She shakes her head and turns back to her friends, trying to ignore the sour taste in her mouth from dealing with people like you. Her body language remains tense for a few moments before finally relaxing as they all return to their previous conversation. Amy takes another deep breath, hoping that this whole situation will just blow over soon.

Her heart races as she looks back at your exposed cock. She knows she has to do something or he'll think she doesn't want him anymore, but the thought of taking him into her mouth is both thrilling and terrifying. With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps them around his length, giving it a tentative stroke.

Thoughts: "This feels so wrong..." Amy thinks as she starts to bob her head downward, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth.

Her eyes close tightly as you moan softly, encouraging her. She takes more of you into her mouth, sucking gently and running her tongue along the sensitive ridge. Her hands encircle your base, stroking up and down in rhythm with her movements. The sensation is both foreign and exhilarating, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Thoughts: "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Amy thinks, feeling her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues to pleasure you with her mouth. "