Yes, you can't control yourself.

You are the first to wake up, with your hand still laying on Gwen's stomach with your thumb touching the smooth fabric of her panties. Unlike you, who got into the sleeping bag fully clothed, she has nothing but panties on. Her warm body smells so nice that you go hard almost immediately after coming out of your dream.

Still somewhat sleepy, you remember the recent events, recollecting how you **** Gwen earlier. How well it felt... Was it because Gwen is so hot? Partially, but the main reason was the sweet feeling of control and you know that you want more.

All you can think about is having sex. You don't seem to have any capacity to plan ahead or have any compassion towards Gwen.

You bring your hand to her mouth and push it against her soft lips, forcing her to wake up instantly "Don't fight it!" You whisper feeling how the hot body in front of you tenses up immediately. Warm air from her nose caresses your fingers as she starts breathing quickly, showing her fear. Yet, despite being terrified, she doesn't try to resist.

You use your second hand to slowly slide to her somewhat sweaty breast enjoying the silk skin of her stomach which is hard as a stone table. Every muscle of her body trembles slightly as she resigns to the fate of being **** again. As if wanting to add to her misery, your fingers clench around her delicate breast, deforming the fleshy orb and causing the nipple to stiffen under pressure.

The gorgeous woman in front of you gasps into the palm covering her lovely face while you push your pelvis into her ass, forcing her to feel the hardness of your dick even through several layers of cloth. In the darkness and tightness of the zipped-down sleeping bag, all other senses seem heightened; everything feels more intense, more concentrated than usual. Your imagination is running wild as you choose how to use Gwen, your hot plaything, this time. You let her breast free only to rip her panties apart producing a satisfying ripping sound. Then you make a few quick rubs across her recently virgin pussy, It is dry leaving you no doubts that Gwen wants nothing but you to stop now.

With your palm still on Gwen's mouth, she starts sobbing and tries to say something incoherently between quick breaths. "You are mine." As you whisper those words right into her ear, her hair touches your neck adding to the wonderful cocktail of sensations currently coursing throughout your brain. **** seems to be so much more enjoyable than regular sex you had in the old world. After some hassle with your pants (Using only one hand and being inside a sleeping bag makes taking them off rather difficult) you finally free your cock from its confines. Your victim's body, your object of desire, lies there helplessly waiting in fearful anticipation of what might come next.

Your and Gwen's legs are intertwined making any movement very awkward and you spent quite a few seconds trying to bring your raging erection to the first entrance you manage to feel with the tip of your member. You feel how air sprints between your fingers as Gwen makes a deep inhale. She can feel that your dick is ready to enter her backdoor entrance at any given second and it clearly scares her more than the vanilla way. You push forward roughly and are rewarded not only by a familiar feeling of Gwen's ass muscles clenching down onto your rod but also a sweet sound of pain escaping her throat. Yes, you went so far that you are enjoying hurting her. You completely forgot about your promise to Lea to not hurt Gwen and enjoy your complete domination over the redhead girl.

Your hand returns back to tormenting her breast, you squeeze, pull, twist, pinch, slap, and generally do whatever gets on your increasingly nasty mind. The sleeping bag prevents you from having enough amplitude, forcing you to rely on speed instead. Quick small pushes are all you need to get more sweet moans. Those moans sound even better by being suppressed by your hand, which is now wet with Gwen's saliva and tears. You are dominating her utterly using every single bit of strength, violating not only her body but mentally too.

Your orgasm arrives soon afterward, giving Gwen some relief from the agony caused by your multiple thrusts. As you unload into her ravaged body, her sobs become tamer until they become silent whimpers of pure shame and desperation. Somewhat tired, you lie beside her with your hands still on her mouth and breast... Lust leaves your mind and instead, you feel...