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Samantha's mind was free to focus solely on the taste and scent of Willow's lips and tongue as they danced with her own. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent and passionate by the second. Samantha poured all of her love, all of her longing, into the embrace, hoping that Willow could feel the depth of her devotion even if her lower half remained numb.

As the stranger gripped Samantha's thighs, his calloused fingers digging into her soft flesh, she made no move to stop him. Why should she? Her body was a vessel, a toy for others to use as they saw fit. And if Willow didn't mind, then neither did Samantha. She trusted her girlfriend implicitly, knowing that their bond could withstand anything.

Samantha gasped into the kiss as she felt the thick head of the man's cock prodding at her entrance. Willow's tongue muffled the sound, swallowing her surprise and any lingering hesitation. The stranger didn't wait for further encouragement, simply thrusting forward and spearing Samantha open on his massive shaft.

Willow seemed not to notice, or perhaps she simply didn't care, as Samantha's body was stretched wide around the invading member. She continued to kiss her girlfriend deeply, heedless of the wet squelches and grunts emanating from behind her. Samantha focused on the taste of Willow's lip gloss, the scent of her perfume, the softness of her hair tickling her cheeks.

The man set a brutal pace, the wheelchair creaking and shaking with each savage thrust. Samantha could feel the heat of his hips slapping against her thighs, could hear the obscene slap of flesh on flesh. But below her waist, there was only a distant, muted pressure - no pain, no pleasure, just a strange, disconnected sensation.

Through it all, Samantha and Willow kissed, their tongues entwined, their breath mingling. Samantha lost herself in the taste of her lover's mouth, the scent of her skin, the sound of her soft sighs. Nothing else mattered - not the stranger violating her body, not her own useless legs, not anything beyond the circle of their embrace.

As the man's thrusts grew more erratic, Samantha knew he must be close. She could feel the pulsing, throbbing heat of him inside her, could hear his grunts and groans growing louder, more urgent. But still, she focused only on Willow - on the way her girlfriend's eyelashes fluttered, on the flush of her cheeks, on the racing beat of her heart.