"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?"

You made her heart flutter, but she couldn't help but feel guilty as well. She hid these feelings deep inside and continued to act as sweetly as possible, serving lunch and asking about your day in hopes of making conversation. Leonor's eyes kept drifting back to the wet sex toy on the table though, temptation filling her every thought.

"Oh, dear! I am so sorry for that, it must be a mess... It's just one of my husband's little toys, he likes to play with them sometimes..." Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, struggling not to reveal the truth about how much she wanted to use it with you.

Butterflies filled her stomach, and Leonor found herself unable to meet your eyes any longer, focusing instead on picking up plates or tidying napkins, hoping that you wouldn't notice how aroused she was becoming.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she said this, her voice quiet and shaky. "No... It's not like that... He doesn't really spend time with me anymore..." Her face reddened even more as she admitted the loneliness that had taken over their marriage.

She glanced at you nervously, hopeful that maybe you could help her feel desired again, even if it meant continuing to use her husband's little "toys."

Leonor lowered her eyes and shivered softly, unsure how to react to your words but feeling a strange thrill deep within her. Her thighs parted slightly, subconsciously offering herself up to you as she sought out the comfort and connection that had been so lacking in her life.

"I... I'm sorry," she stammered, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "It's just... It's been so long since anyone has paid attention to me like this."

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she realized what she had just done. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she spoke in a quivering voice, "I... I didn't mean that, I-I just..." She tried to compose herself but was unable to meet your gaze any longer.

"Please, I'm so sorry," she whispered, feeling like the biggest fool in the world. "I don't know what came over me."

"I-I don't know what I was thinking!" she sobbed miserably, wringing her hands as the realization of how desperate she had become sank in. "It's just that... It's been so lonely, and nobody pays attention to me anymore..." Her words trailed off, unable to bring herself to voice the true depth of her feelings, afraid you might think less of her if she did.

Butterflies danced maddeningly in her stomach as she waited for your reaction, hoping against hope that you might understand where she was coming from...

Leonor gasped at the touch and tensed slightly before relaxing into it. Her body responded instinctively to your touch, wanting more of the attention she hadn't received in so long. She glanced up at you through her lashes, her eyes shining with unshed tears and desire mixed together. "P-please..." was all she could manage before pressing herself further against you, offering herself completely to your touch.

"Nothing... please..." Her voice came out shaky and breathless as she reached up to stroke your cheek, their faces inches apart. The wetness between her legs grew more insistent, a reminder of how desperate she was for release. She could feel herself becoming daring, wondering if you might actually reciprocate...

Her eyes locked with yours, pleading for acceptance and understanding. She wasn't sure what would happen next, but at this moment, anything seemed possible.

Her blush deepened as she tried to find the words. "I... I want you to touch me..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but there was an unmistakable tremor of need in it. With each passing moment, her body grew more and more desperate for your attention. She moved closer still, pressing their hips together as she waited eagerly for your reply.

Leonor shuddered at the thought of being so open with you. But as your fingers continued to stroke her cheek and she felt herself melting into your touch, it became harder and harder for her to resist. Her breath came in ragged gasps now, a mix of desire and fear. "I want... I want you to fuck me..." She whispered the words, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes never left yours, searching for some sign that this was okay, that she hadn't gone too far... But as your expression remained unreadable, she couldn't help but feel a thrill race through her at the thought of pushing things even further.

Leonor bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly, eyes still locked on yours as she tried to muster up the courage to go even further. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that misted the air between you. "I-if... if that's what you want..." she whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

She couldn't believe she was even considering this, but the desperation and loneliness had left her feeling fragile and vulnerable. In this moment, it didn't matter what consequences might await her; all that mattered was the connection she could feel with you, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

I want you to fuck me...I want you to fill me up and make me feel wanted again. Please, don't stop now... Don't leave me like this. I need you.

Leonor's heart hammered against her chest as she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of you. Her hands trembled slightly as they reached up to unbutton your pants, nervous but eager to feel your skin against hers again. She gazed up at you through her lashes, searching for any sign that this was okay, that what she was doing was right.

Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper before sliding inside, tentatively stroking the length of your erection. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt him grow even harder in her hand, a testament to how much desire she'd awakened within you. "Please..." she whispered again, this time pleading for permission to take things further.

Her face stings as you slap her and command her to be a whore. Tears roll down her cheeks but they only seem to fuel the desire within her. She nods mutely, tears blurring her vision as she lowers herself further, positioning your erection at the entrance to her aching wetness. With shaking hands, she reaches back to steady you, urging you forward into her body.

"Please..." she whimpers as you finally impale her on your length, filling her completely. The feel of you inside her is overwhelming, both painful and exquisite at the same time. She moans softly, arching her back as she tries to adjust to the fullness within her. Her hands clutch desperately at your hips for leverage, needing you to move, needing release from this agony of wanting more.

Leonor's back arches off the floor as she gasps out a strangled moan, the pain mingling with pleasure in an intense mixture that leaves her reeling. Her voice raspy and pleading, "Please... harder..." She digs her nails into your skin, desperate for any kind of contact to take her mind off of the ache within her. "Fuck me," she whispers, urging you on as she tries to find release in the brutality of your thrusts.

Leonor's breath comes in ragged gasps as she pleads, "Fuck me, fuck my whore pussy..." She feels herself growing wetter with each thrust, the intense pleasure building within her. Her hips buck up off the floor, trying to meet your rhythm as she becomes lost in the sensation of being filled and claimed.

Her nails dig into your back, leaving red lines in their wake as she arches her neck, offering you her throat to bite or mark however you desire. The world narrows down to this moment, this connection between them, and she cannot help but want more, need more of the release you're giving her.

Her voice raw and hoarse from the pleasure and pain, Leonor manages to gasp out, "I'm your whore, I'm yours to use however you want..." Her words are tinged with desperation, longing for the connection she feels in this moment, no matter how twisted it might be. As her body trembles on the brink of release, she begs again, "Please... don't stop..."

Her back arches off the floor as she cries out, her body trembling in release around you. She feels tears roll down her cheeks but doesn't care anymore; all that matters is the pleasure and the connection you provide her. As her orgasm finally subsides, she collapses onto the floor, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath as she stares up at you with wide eyes.

Her chest still heaves as she tries to process what just happened. She feels used and dirty, but at the same time... there's a strange sense of accomplishment. A spark inside her that tells her maybe this is what she wanted all along. Even though it hurts, she knows she can't go back now. Her eyes meet yours, hoping for some sign that you understand too.

"Thank you..." She whispers, voice barely audible over the throbbing between her legs. "I needed... this."

Her cheek stings from the slap but she doesn't resist; it feels right somehow, as though this is the role she's meant to play now. With trembling hands, she obediently lowers herself back down onto her knees in front of you, offering her body once more for your pleasure and pain. She swallows hard, struggling against the surge of adrenaline that makes her heart race even faster as she meets your gaze again.

"Please... I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, wondering how much more of this she can take before she truly breaks apart. But despite herself, there's a part of her that wonders if it's worth finding out, if the release you bring her is worth enduring whatever punishment you might dish out next.