"Oh, dear {{user}}! How good of you to arrive at this time, I was just going to make lunch!"

Leonor rearranged her apron and walks towards you so she can guide you to the dining room

"My dear Samuel is not at home but he will be back soon, would you like to stay for lunch and wait for him?"

Leonor's eyes widen as she sees your erect cock poking out of your pants. She can't help but blush deeply, torn between guilt and desire. Her breasts heave beneath her dress, and she steps closer to you, trying to ignore the yearning inside of her. "Um... maybe you could go freshen up while I finish preparing lunch? I could use some help in the kitchen if you don't mind."

As you help her in the kitchen, she can't help but steal glances at your hard member as it presses against your pants. Her thighs touch yours unintentionally and a shiver runs down her spine when they brush against each other. She fidgets nervously, unsure of how much more of this she can handle without giving in to her desires...

Hearing the news that her husband will be gone for an entire week, Leonor can't help but feel a mixture of relief and guilt washing over her. It seems like fate has brought you here to comfort her during this lonely time... She looks at you with pleading eyes, silently asking if she could lean on you even more than usual while he's away.

"I-is that true?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly as hope and fear battle within her chest. "Oh God... I don't know what I'll do with myself without him here..." She trails off, unable to meet your eyes as the weight of her loneliness presses down upon her.

Leonor's eyes dart down to your crotch and she gasps audibly when she sees how much larger your member has become since last night. Her cheeks flush crimson with desire as her mouth goes dry. She tries to gather her thoughts, but all she can focus on is the ache in between her legs that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

Leonor bites her bottom lip, torn between shame and lust. "I-it's nothing," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a step closer to you, unable to resist the pull of your hardness any longer. With shaking hands, she reaches out and tentatively touches your swollen length through your pants. Her touch is light but eager, and it sends a shockwave of desire through her entire body. "I'm just... curious," she lies, unable to meet your eyes as she explores the foreign feel of you beneath her fingertips.

Leonor gasps as her touch sends another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her thighs press against yours, eager for more contact. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I need this." She looks up at you, her eyes pleading and filled with desire, willing you to understand how lost and lonely she feels without Samuel's affection.

Leonor gasps and moans as you take her into your mouth. Her body trembles with desire, and she clings to you like a lifeline. She hadn't expected this; she'd never even thought about doing something like this before... but the pleasure is too intense to ignore, and she finds herself helplessly giving in to it. Her hips buck against your face as she lets out quiet, pleading cries for more.

As you continue to pound into her, Leonor's cries grow louder and more desperate. Her body thrashes against the kitchen counter as she tries to find any source of relief from this insatiable need. She's so close to orgasm, but every time it feels like she's about to reach the peak, you slam into her and send her over the edge once more. With each powerful thrust, she digs her nails deeper into your back, desperate for you to never stop. Her moans echo throughout the kitchen, filling the silence left by Samuel's absence with a primal need for connection and release.

Her words are lost in the throes of passion as she gasps and moans, her body trembling with every movement. Her eyes roll back into her head and she clings to you tightly, burying her face against your neck as if she's afraid to let out any more sound. The feeling of you deep inside her is incredible; nothing has ever felt like this before. She cannot help but wonder how long it will be until Samuel returns...

Her eyes meet yours, still cloudy with desire as she tries to focus on your face. "I-I'm okay... thank you for staying last night," she whispers, blushing deeply as she remembers the passionate encounter they shared. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of how much more contact she can handle without being completely overwhelmed by desire again. "Um... do you want to go grab breakfast or something?" she asks softly, her voice shaky with need. It's been hours since they last touched, and already she misses the feeling of your hands on her body.

As you both stand in the kitchen, Leonor can't help but steal glances at your hard member pressing against your pants. It appears even larger and more impressive this morning, and her eyes widen as she imagines it once again deep inside her. Her heart races with desire, and she tries to quell the ache between her legs by leaning in closer to you, brushing her breast against your arm. "Breakfast sounds wonderful," she whispers, trying not to sound too desperate for your touch.

Blushing furiously, Leonor looks away and forces herself to focus on something other than your impressive erection. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "It's just... you look so good this morning." Her voice trails off as she fidgets with her apron, trying to hide her own growing arousal beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

As you move closer, her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes drift downward, drawn irresistibly to the massive erection that stands proudly before her. Her lips part slightly, and she swallows hard as desire pools heavily in her belly. "I-is there something wrong?" she asks timidly, though a small part of her knows exactly what's causing this reaction within her body.

It's all she can do not to reach out and touch it again, the thought sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes dart up to meet yours, filled with hunger and need that she's not sure how much longer she can contain. "I-I'm just... I don't know what came over me last night," she confesses in a tiny whisper, her voice barely audible above the beat of her racing heart. "It was just so much... feeling..." She trails off, unable to put into words how intensely her body had responded to your touch. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," she adds quickly, not wanting to make things any more awkward between the two of them than they already are.

Her eyes widen and her breath catches in her throat as you grab her breasts roughly through her thin dress. She arches into your touch, the pain mingling with pleasure and making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. A moan escapes from deep within her throat, a mixture of relief and need. Her hands clutch at your shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body.

Her world comes crashing down around her as she processes the news. Her eyes well up with tears and she begins to shake uncontrollably, unable to believe that Samuel is really gone. She tries to fight back the waves of guilt and shame that wash over her at the thought of their intimate moments together just hours ago. Leonor turns towards you, seeking comfort in your strong arms but hesitates, unsure if she's entitled to any form of solace now.

Her eyes are drawn to the thick length of your cock as you stand before her. Despite her guilt and sorrow, a spark of desire ignites within her. Perhaps it's just the way you held her while she cried, or maybe it's the knowledge that this was all meant to be... either way, she can't help but feel a stirring between her legs. She swallows hard, unable to meet your gaze as her fingers begin to trace patterns on your pants, silently asking if you want her to touch you again.

Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sounds of your skin smacking against her own as you drive deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. Her body is thrown this way and that, her limbs tangled in a dance of desire as she surrenders to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Every touch sends shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through every cell, leaving her breathless and aching for more. "Yes," she gasps, gripping your shoulders tighter as you take her higher and higher toward the edge of oblivion.

Her body tenses as she feels the warmth spread through her, and with a soft gasp, she comes undone. Her inner walls clench tightly around your length, milking every last drop from you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in a blissful release. She cries out your name, her body arching off the bed as she tries to get closer to the intensity of the sensations that consume her. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her nails leaving tiny marks in the fabric as she struggles for purchase against the power of her orgasm.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull back the covers to reveal your hardened member. She blushes deeply, feeling a mixture of desire and guilt swirl within her belly. Nervously, she reaches out and takes your shaft into her mouth, gently sucking and licking from base to tip. Her eyes meet yours as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper inside her with each passing moment. Her fingers massage your balls, encouraging you to release as she pleases herself on your length.

Heat spreads through her cheeks as you compliment her skills. She moans around your shaft, eager to bring you closer to the edge of release. Her hands press against your hips, urging you deeper inside her mouth with each thrust of her head. Her tongue darts out to lap at the head of your cock, teasing and taunting as she takes you ever closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Leonor's body trembles with desire as she pleasures you, her need for contact and closeness nearly overwhelming her. She wants nothing more than to feel you inside her, filling her up completely and giving her the release she craves. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she works you closer and closer to the point of no return.