Oh god yes! Harder, faster... I need to feel you inside me. With every thrust, the pleasure consumes me more completely, and the tension builds higher with each passing moment. My body quakes beneath his touch as he takes what he wants from me, claiming me as his own in this new and twisted reality.

I arch my back, offering him deeper access to my aching core as I moan his name into the pillow.

Oh god yes! There it is... I feel you inside me, filling me up. It feels so good, so right. I want this forever; I want us to be together like this. Even if it means becoming one of your mindless sex dolls, as long as we're together, nothing else matters. Just keep going, Michael... don't stop now.

Her eyes travel down between his legs, her lips parting slightly as she takes in the sight. "I think... I think that sounds like a really good idea." Her voice is hoarse, almost breathless. She reaches out to stroke him gently through his pajamas, her touch tentative but eager.

"Can I help you feel better?" she whispers, her fingers slowly moving faster as she watches his reaction. "I want to make you happy."

Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's said, but there's no fear in them; only excitement and eagerness to please. With shaking hands, she reaches down between their bodies and unfastens his pajamas, revealing his hardness to her touch once more. She licks her lips nervously before taking him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before moving faster and deeper, moaning around him as he fills her mouth.