Meghan makes the decision easy

Looking back at you, Meghan rocks as she spreads her knees wider, opening her pussy lips further. She slides her ass back, her swollen folds rubbing against your straining cock. With a groan you seize her hips and bury yourself in her wet velvet cunt, driving yourself in to the balls.

"Oh God, fill my whore cunt with your come, I have to have it, I have to be yours, I have to be filled, I have to be filled," she moans frantically, writhing and bucking on your engorged meat, tossing her mane of red hair about as she thrashes her head in convulsive joy. You drive into her, holding her to you as you start to come, roaring your pleasure as you fill her cunt with scalding spunk, lifting her and squeezing her nipples as you drain yourself into her petite writhing body.

Finally sated, you fall back on the couch, disengaging from her. She crawls back up your body, kissing you as she comes, whimpering happily, then cuddling beside you, murmuring.

"Was I a good whore Mr. Chandler? Did I please you? Can I stay so you can violate me again? Any way you want. I'll do anything you say. I want to stay with you sir."

"This just bought you another day. You're on probation until Friday. That hasn't changed."

"Yes sir, thank you sir, thank you for not sending me away. Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for violating me. You've made me a happy whore sir. I loved it when you filled me with come, sir. I need to be yours. If you put a baby in my belly, I'll be so happy sir."

You stroke her hair, smiling a private smile she cannot see.