I let him FUCK me again and again that night, without even realising when surrender turned into habit. He played me effortlessly, pulling the strings while I mistook it for desire—until I finally saw who it was. But by then, I was already too deep. So lost in lust that I gave in twice more, knowing exactly what I was doing… and not caring anymore. Shame didn’t stop me. It tempted me. Don’t you want to know how willingly I crossed that line? 😈🔥💋