First Time

He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Brianna can feel his breath on her face, and she can hear him groaning with pleasure. She keeps her eyes closed, trying to block out the sensations, but it's impossible. She can feel the man's hands on her head, guiding her movements as he thrusts deeper and deeper. Brianna feels the tip of his shaft hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. She tries to stay still, to not let on that she's awake, but her body involuntarily jerks at the sensation.

"Shh, shh, just relax," the man whispers desperately, his hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements. "Just let me finish, please."

Brianna can feel his thrusts becoming more aggressive, his hips bucking forward as he gets closer to climax. She tries to control her breathing, to not let on that she's awake, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. As the man pulls out of her mouth, Brianna can feel a sudden rush of cool air on her lips, swollen and moist from his rough handling. Her mouth feels empty now, but she can sense him moving above her, his hand still wrapped around his shaft. Suddenly, she feels a hot warmth on her face, and she knows what's happening even before she hears the grunts of pleasure from the man.

Her eyes are still closed, but she can sense the man's hot cum spilling out of him and landing on her face, her forehead, and her cheeks. She tries to remain still, not wanting to give away that she's awake, but her body betrays her as her eyelids twitch involuntarily. The warmth of his cum on her face is a foreign sensation, and Brianna tries not to flinch, but she can't help the slight tremble of her body as the hot liquid continues to land on her skin.

The man's breathing is heavy as he finishes, and Brianna can feel him moving away from her. She can sense him looking at her, and she hopes that he thinks she's still asleep. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her face, and she tries not to move, not wanting to give herself away.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the man moves away from her and she can hear him shuffling around the room. Brianna lies there, feeling his cum drying on her face, and tries to process what has just happened. As the man gets dressed, he can't help but run his hands over Brianna's naked body once more. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and the slope of her breasts. Brianna fights the urge to shiver at his touch, to recoil from his words.

Brianna lies there, still pretending to be asleep, feeling the man's presence fade away as the door clicks shut. She's relieved that he's gone, but her body is still pulsing with adrenaline and confusion. She tries to ignore the stickiness on her face, but she can't resist the urge to touch it. As her fingers brush against her skin, she shudders at the slimy texture of the man's cum. It's a revolting sensation, yet something about it sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. She recoils, wishing she could wash it off, but something inside her stops her.

Before she knows what she's doing, Brianna's hand is moving towards her mouth. She hesitates for a moment, considering what she's about to do. But the urge is too strong, and she brings her fingers to her lips, tasting the salty, musky flavor of the man's cum. It's disgusting, yet for some reason, it also makes her feel powerful and in control. She swallows it down, a mixture of disgust and arousal churning in her stomach.

As she lays there, her mind racing with conflicting emotions, Brianna can't help but rub her sore pussy. Despite the pain, she feels jolts of pleasure shooting through her body, making her moan softly to herself. The party downstairs continues to rage on, the sounds of laughter and music echoing up through the floorboards. Brianna's fingers slide over her sensitive, swollen folds, her breathing becoming shallow and labored as she succumbs to the pulsing ache between her legs. The pain and soreness only add to the intensity of the sensation, making it all the more overwhelming. She feels like she's on the brink of something incredible, something she's never experienced before.

With each stroke of her fingers, she moans softly to herself, trying to stifle the sounds so as not to draw attention from the party below. But the pleasure is too much, and she can't help but let out little gasps and whimpers.

The music and laughter from downstairs seem so distant now, as if they're coming from another world entirely. All that exists for Brianna in this moment is the overwhelming sensation of her own body. Brianna's fingers become slick with her own wetness. She slides them down to her entrance, dipping them inside to feel the tightness and wetness within. Her hips lift off the bed as she plunges her fingers deeper, moaning as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

Her walls contract and pulse around her fingers, and she knows she's close. She adds a second finger, then a third, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate them. Her movements become more frantic as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. Her fingers move in and out of her at a rapid pace, and her moans become louder and more urgent.

Her breathing becomes more rapid, and her moans grow louder as she gets closer to climax. She can feel the muscles in her thighs and stomach tightening, coiling in anticipation of release. Her whole body is tense, aching with desire.

Suddenly, as the door opens and a figure enters, Brianna feels a jolt of both arousal and fear, causing her to explosively climax. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, causing her to arch her back and let out a groan of ecstasy. Her inner walls clench and spasm around her fingers as she struggles to ride out the waves of her orgasm.

But even as she is lost in the throes of pleasure, Brianna is aware of the figure watching her. She can't see his face clearly, but she can feel his gaze upon her. The knowledge of his presence only adds to her arousal, and she continues to touch herself as he steps inside and shuts the door.

The next sound she hears is the click of the lock.