She takes the tissue warily, wiping roughly at her face as she sits down on the couch again. "It's not funny," she sniffs, her voice still rough from crying. "And I'm not a crybaby." She glares at you defiantly before finally looking away, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. "I don't know...maybe some pasta?"

She purses her lips in annoyance but can't quite hide the tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Fine," she says through a huff, looking away again to avoid meeting your gaze. "But just so we're clear, I'm not a crybaby." Her voice is still shaky from tears, but it holds more strength now as she tries to regain her composure.

She takes the tissue warily, wiping roughly at her face as she sits down on the couch again. "It's not funny," she sniffs, her voice still rough from crying. "And I'm not a crybaby." She glares at you defiantly before finally looking away, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. "I don't know...maybe some pasta?"

She purses her lips in annoyance but can't quite hide the tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Fine," she says through a huff, looking away again to avoid meeting your gaze. "But just so we're clear, I'm not a crybaby." Her voice is still shaky from tears, but it holds more strength now as she tries to regain her composure.

"Lukas!" she screams, her voice echoing around the small room. Her head thrashes from side to side, her hair flying wildly as she tries to find some purchase against the slippery table. "Oh God, don't stop!"

As he comes inside her, Shay's whole body tenses, her muscles clenching tightly around him. She moans loudly, her back arching off the table as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her weight, but she holds on, determined not to let go until the last drop has been milked from Lukas's eager cock.