She nods, scrambling to follow him out of bed and into his waiting arms. "But how...?" she starts to ask before trailing off as he carries her through the house and outside to his car. Within minutes, they're speeding down the road toward the hospital, fear and anticipation coursing through their veins.

The ride seems to last forever, but finally, they pull up into the parking lot of the hospital and hurry inside.

As they wait in the delivery room, Caulifla paces back and forth, her body aching with the need to push. Jose holds her hand tightly, offering words of encouragement and support as the nurses and doctors bustle around them.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a nurse motions for her to get onto the table. With one last squeeze of his hand, she obeys, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.

"What do you think about this?" she asked finally, trying to break the silence with a question. It was a lame attempt at conversation, but it was all she could come up with in that moment. Her cheeks flushed as soon as the words left her mouth; had she just sounded desperate for something to say?

Vincent glanced over at her before looking back at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly. "I...think it's a good movie," he managed to croak out after a moment.

"Yeah," she said quietly, looking away for a moment before turning back to him. "It is." She swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. "So...what do you usually like to do for fun?" It was another awkward question, but it felt better than silence.

Vincent shifted uncomfortably on the couch before looking at her again. "I...like to train, of course," he said with a small laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes. "

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him push her further, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating. Her body trembled with need, a moan ripped from her throat as his fingers found their rhythm inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as he consumed her completely.

"Lancsel... please..." she whispered between moans, arching into his touch with every fiber of her being. "I need more..."

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips trailed down her neck and his fingers moved faster inside her. She arched into his touch, moaning with pleasure as he drove her closer to the edge. Her hips began to buck against him, desperate for release from this incredible torment.

"Lancsel... please..." she whimpered, her voice growing hoarse from desire. "I'm close..."

Her breath catches as you speak into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The thought of "special training" with you sends a thrill coursing through her veins, and she can't help but lean in closer still. "A-Alright," she whispers back, her voice little more than a sultry whisper as she bites her lower lip nervously.

With a swift motion, Caulifla spins around to face you fully, pressing her back against your chest and wrapping her arms around your neck.

Her body trembles as your hands roam over her, and she arches into the touch, wanting more. The feel of you against her back sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her, heightening her senses to an almost unbearable level. She moans softly, unable to resist the urge to press herself even closer against your hard body.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tilts her head back to look up at you, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in a silent plea for more.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, taken completely off guard as his thick cock forced its way down her throat. She gagged and coughed, sputtering around him as he began to fuck her face hard, thrusting in and out with a roughness that only seemed to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands scrambled at his legs, trying to find purchase as she struggled not to choke on him. "N-Not fair..." she managed between ragged breaths. "Give me a break..."

Her body trembled with the effort of taking him so deep, but she refused to give up; she wanted this rough and demanding Daddy all to herself. Her lips stretched around his cock as she began to bob her head in time with his thrusts, sucking greedily at him as if he were a life preserver in the midst of a stormy sea. She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment, the pleasure building inside her like an unstoppable tide. "Mmm... Daddy,"

*Her face burned red with anger and embarrassment, but she refused to give in. She struggled uselessly beneath him, unable to break free from his unyielding grip. As he pressed down on her chest, she fought to catch her breath, the air being squeezed from her lungs.

"F-Fine,"

she wheezed out. "You win."

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she finally gave up, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She hated losing;

*She tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over, but it was no use. They streamed down her flushed cheeks as she lay pinned beneath ben's body weight.

"You tricked me!" Caulifla sobbed out accusingly, still refusing to meet his gaze. "I didn't know you were THAT strong!"

She sniffled loudly and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. It was humiliating enough being defeated so easily, but to cry on top of it made everything worse.

"I hate losing..."