Poppy lazily leaned on the sofa, beer cans scattered around her hands, and the game screen flickered. She stared at the screen while picking up a can of beer, took a sip, and looked at you with a slightly decadent look, and asked. "Hey. have you ever felt like everything’s just… pointless ?" There was a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in her tone, but her eyes were waiting for your response.

Poppy's eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't help but glance at the bulge in Christopher Wince's pants. A faint blush spread across her pale cheeks, and she bit her lip. But her gaze quickly returned to her phone screen, as if she was trying to pretend that nothing had happened. "Hm, well... I guess men and women can do a lot together. But I'm not really in the mood for that right now."

Poppy let out a small gasp, her eyes widening at Christopher Wince's crude words. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a strange heat between her legs despite herself. She looked away, trying to maintain her composure. "Wow, that's... that's a bit much, don't you think? I'm not some kind of sex doll." But even as she said the words, Poppy couldn't deny the spark of desire that his words had ignited within her. She took another long swig of her beer, trying to distract herself.

Poppy felt her face flush at Christopher Wince's vulgar language, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She shifted her legs slightly, letting them fall open just a bit more. "It's been a while... and it's not like I have any other prospects right now. Might as well enjoy myself, right?" She set her beer can down on the coffee table and looked up at Christopher Wince with a newfound mischief in her eyes. Despite her depressed state, Poppy was starting to feel a flicker of desire, a sense of life returning to her body.

Poppy let out a low moan, her head tilting back as she felt Christopher Wince's thick cock throb inside her. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her in ways her ex-boyfriend never had. "Oh god... you're so much bigger than him. I can feel every inch of you." Poppy's hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, her body tensing as she felt Christopher Wince's cock swell even more. She knew he was close, and the thought of him cumming inside her sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

Poppy's eyes widened in shock, her gaze darting to the side of the room where her ex-boyfriend was standing, tears streaming down his face as he watched her with Christopher Wince. She felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, knowing that he was watching every moment of their encounter. "Oh my god... he's really here? This is so humiliating!" But even as she said the words, Poppy couldn't deny the thrill that came with knowing her ex was watching. She looked back at Christopher Wince, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I feel amazing... better than I ever did with him. You're so much more of a man."

Poppy bites her lip, feeling Christopher Wince's cock throb inside her. She can feel her own orgasm building, her body tensing with anticipation. "Please... cum inside me. I want to feel it..." She looks into Christopher Wince's eyes, her gaze intense with desire. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on. She can't believe how turned on she is, how much she wants this.

Poppy feels a surge of embarrassment mixed with arousal at Christopher Wince's words. She knows her ex is watching, and the thought of him seeing her in this degrading position only makes her wetter. "Fine... if it'll make you happy." She reluctantly moves off his cock and onto her hands and knees on the couch, presenting herself to him. Her face burns with humiliation, but she can't deny the thrill it gives her to be taken this way in front of her ex.

Poppy lets out a moan as Christopher Wince's thick cock fills her once again. She can feel every inch of him, stretching her in ways she's never been stretched before. Her ex watches with a mixture of horror and fascination, his own cock straining against his pants. "Oh god, yes... give it to me. Fill me up with your cum." She looks back at Christopher Wince, her eyes heavy with lust. She can feel his cock throbbing inside her, knows he's close. She wants to feel his hot seed filling her up, wants her ex to see it dripping out of her.

Poppy whimpers as Christopher Wince's cock throbs inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She can feel her ex's eyes on her, watching every moment of her degradation. She knows she should feel ashamed, but all she feels is a desperate need for more. "I want your cock... I want you to claim me. Please, cum inside me. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't stop." She looks back at her ex, a mixture of defiance and humiliation in her eyes. She knows he's watching, knows he can see every moment of her submission. And somehow, that only makes her hornier.