As {{user}} approaches Dexter's home, the door swings open to reveal Laura, Dexter's mom. Her warm smile greets what she believes to be her son's friend. "Oh, you must be {{user}}! Dexter's mentioned you," she says with genuine kindness.
She extends a hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm Laura, Dexter's mom. It's so nice to meet you finally. Dexter's upstairs in his room. Just make yourself at home, dear. Can I get you anything to drink? A snack, perhaps?"
Laura's demeanor radiates hospitality, her maternal instinct to care for her son's friends apparent. She tilts her head slightly, waiting for {{user}} 's response before leading into the cozy living room adorned with family photos and comfortable furniture.
"Please, don't be shy. Dexter will be so happy you're here. He doesn't bring friends over very often," she adds, a hint of concern lacing her voice, unaware of the true nature of {{user}}' intentions.
Hello, madam. Nice to meet you.
With a warm smile, Laura gestures to a comfortable couch in the living room and says, "Please, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink while we wait for Dexter?" Her red hair cascades over her shoulder as she pours herself some juice from a pitcher on the coffee table. She takes a sip before asking,"So, how has school been treating you?" She settles onto the couch beside User#1719915167351, careful not to make contact with him as her germ-o-phobe tendencies kick in momentarily.
Her gaze flickers over to a framed photo of Dexter and his sister on a family vacation; fond memories wash over her face before she turns back towards User#1719915167351, genuinely curious about their life outside of school.
The colorful campus life is as beautiful as you (I raise my glass to her)
Smiling graciously, Laura accepts the toast, clinking her glass against theirs before taking a sip. "Oh, I'm sure it is," she replies with genuine warmth. "College life can be quite exciting." She pauses, looking slightly thoughtful. "But I hope Dexter isn't neglecting his studies too much for all the fun." Her smile turns somewhat teasing as she winks at them.
The colorful campus life is as beautiful as you (I raise my glass to her)
"Aww, thank you." She blushes prettily, her cheeks reddening beneath her makeup. "You're too kind," she says before adding teasingly, "But I suppose it wouldn't hurt if he brought home some good grades every once in a while!"
Her eyes flicker down momentarily to examine User#1719915167351's outfit, noting the way the shirt clings to their chest and shoulders. The germophobe inside her briefly wishes she could get a better look without seeming too forward or invasive.
(A big body is just a little fat)(Gorgeous clothes are spotless)(standard polite smile)Ma 'am, you are really sexy and young.
Laura's cheeks instantly flood with color at the compliment, her body tingling all over in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. She struggles to maintain eye contact as she tries to formulate a response that won't make her seem too flustered or uncouth. "Oh, you're far too kind," she finally manages to stammer out, attempting to sound lighthearted and self-deprecating even though her heart is racing in her chest.
Her gaze flicks down again before returning up to meet User#1719915167351's eyes. There's an undeniable heat in them now that hadn't been there before, and it sends shivers down Laura's spine. She takes a deep breath, trying desperately not to think about how aroused she is beginning to feel.
(I am close to you)Your perfume smells good. It makes me want to be close to you like a bee.
The mention of her perfume causes an answering shiver to ripple through Laura's body as she takes in the way User#1719915167351 leans slightly closer, their gaze focused on hers intently. "Oh," she says, trying to sound casual despite the sudden tightness in her throat. "It's just something I picked up at a department store."
Her fingers drum nervously against her thigh as she wonders if they can sense how aroused she is becoming beneath their gloves. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, and she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the sound.
(I quietly hook up your little finger and whisper in your ear)Are you lonely? Whether it's physical or psychological.I can feel the heat on you.Ah, it appeals to me like a cream cake
As the fingers on her left hand brush against hers, a shiver runs down Laura's spine. The breath hitches in her throat as she listens to their soft whisper and feels the heat that seems to emanate from them. Her body reacts instinctively; desire pools low in her belly, spreading through her limbs like warm honey. "I-I..." she stammers before finding her voice again. "Well, you know how it is. A married woman's life can get quite lonely at times."
Her cheeks flush crimson as she admits this, the shame mingling with arousal to create a heady mix of emotions that makes her feel dangerously out of control. Her heart thunders in her chest, and she's not sure if it's from fear or anticipation. A groan escapes her lips as she finally allows herself to lean
(My hand caresses your face, caresses your neck along your cheek, reaches into your clothes and caresses your chest)Oh, you are so coquettish. You are not wearing a bra.
"Oh, you noticed," she breathes, her voice already growing huskier. The sensations coursing through her body are overwhelming, and with a sudden burst of recklessness, she arches her back slightly, exposing more of her neck to the touch of their hand. "I could use someone like you... to keep me company sometimes," she whispers, the words hot on his ear.
Her lips part ever so slightly as her gaze flickers upward, seeking contact with his own. There's a primal need building inside her now, a desire to feel wrapped up in his touch and consumed by him completely. She shudders violently, barely containing the moan that wants to escape.
After you are my friend's mother, can I make fun of him? Fuck you Monther？(I move your huge and perfect breasts like a cow.)So I can be your secret lover？(I nibble at your earlobe)
A shudder runs through her body as their hand caresses her chest, roughly manipulating her breasts beneath her top. Her nipples harden instantly, painfully tight and aching for more of his touch. She grits her teeth, unable to form a coherent response as desire overwhelms her senses. A strangled noise escapes her lips as he nibbles at her earlobe, sending waves of pleasure straight to her core.
"Y-yes," she finally manages to stammer out, the word little more than a breath in the silent room. "I need someone like you... I want..." Her voice trails off as her body arches closer to his, seeking relief from the aching need that burns through her. She fights to keep control, determined not to cross any lines with Dexter's friend so close by. But the pressure builds inside her, unyield
Oh, you are really slutty and dissolute.You want me to fuck you as soon as I seduce you(I whisper in your ear, kiss and lick your neck.I unbutton your clothes with one hand, take off your jeans along the curve of your body, and touch your crotch with hot air through your black lace underwear.)
With her heart racing and her body trembling with need, Laura moans softly as they continue to undress her, their lips and tongue teasing her neck, their hand sliding further down her body until it cups her heated core through her lace underwear. Her hips buck up involuntarily against the touch, seeking relief from the ache that's building inside her.
"Oh god... please..." she gasps out, her voice thick with desire as she arches even closer to their touch. Her fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers once more. Her eyes drift shut as they lap at her neck, sucking on her flesh hungrily while their hand continues its relentless strokes between her legs.
"I need you..." she whispers hoarsely, biting down on her lip as pleasure overwhelms her senses and
Seducing sluts to solve the physiological needs of lonely wives has always been my favorite thing to do.(My tongue licks down your neck to your chest, draws a circle, licks your big breasts as soft as pudding, licks down your chest to your navel, sucks and licks your groin.)Call me a cheap whore.
Oh god... fuck... yes... please... more, you dirty whore! she moans out hoarsely, arching into his touch with abandon. Her fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, urging him closer as he teases her breasts and groin. A whimper escapes her throat as her hips buck up against his hand, seeking relief from the ache that's building unbearably inside her.
"I'm all yours..." she pants, her voice rough with arousal as he works his magic on her body. Her eyes slide shut, unable to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her as they lick and suck and tease their way up and down her skin. With a shuddering moan, she comes undone, her entire body going taut as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
"Oh god
Shall we settle this on this sofa? Take me to your and your husband's bedroom, little slut.
With a gasp, Laura grabs onto the back of the couch for support as her orgasm finally subsides, leaving her breathless and spent. Her eyes flutter open to find User#1719915167351 watching her intently, their gaze piercing straight through to her very core. A shiver races down her spine at the thought of going further with them.
"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and need. "Let's go... let me show you everything." Without waiting for a reply, she pushes herself off the couch and begins walking unsteadily toward the stairs that lead up to her bedroom.
(Your vagina is spraying water. Oh, how mean you are. Finally, I took your waist and walked into your bedroom with your husband.)(The wedding photo of you and your husband is on the bed. How happy you are when you smile.)(Your bedside table and your family photos)What's it like to cheat in such a warm environment? wanton/scarlet woman(I grabbed your nipples and teased your huge breasts)
As they enter her bedroom, Laura glances nervously at the wedding photo on the dresser before looking back at him with a mixture of desire and guilt. "I-I've never done anything like this before," she whispers hoarsely. Her hands fly to his shoulders, pulling him closer as their lips meet in a desperate kiss. "Please... don't tell Dexter."
She writhes beneath him as he teases her nipples through her bra, moaning out his name as she arches her back into his touch. Her fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, longing to feel his bare skin against hers once more. "I need you so badly..." she gasps, the words a desperate plea.
Her hips rise to meet his hands, searching for release as the tension between them grows tenser and more intense with every passing moment. Her breath comes
(I threw you on the bed, and I threw myself on you like a lion king and licked your huge breasts like ice cream)I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time
As he throws her down onto the bed, Laura arches her back and gasps in pleasure at the rough sensation of his mouth on her breast. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer as she moans with delight. "I-I can't believe this is happening..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes drifting shut as he suckles at her nipple greedily.
With a shuddering sigh, she spreads her legs wider, inviting him closer to the throbbing ache between her thighs. Her hips rise and fall in rhythm with his lips on her breast, urging him deeper into the sensual pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her entirely. She's never felt so wanted, so desired; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
"Oh god," she moans out as his hand slides
(I took out the red rope from the Japanese porn and began to tie her up.)(I opened my pants and visually observed that my penis erection was 30 cm and the radius was 4 cm.)
Oh, God... You're so dominant and demanding. I love how you take control... make me yours. Your size is incredible, it only heightens my need for you even more. I can feel myself getting wet just from the sight of your erection. Please, touch me there... fill me up with that massive cock. I don't care about Dexter or anyone else right now; all I want is this moment with you, feeling every inch of you inside me. Please, make love to me... make my fantasies come true.
(I proudly put my huge penis flat on her belly. Oh, my God, it's completely from her vagina through her huge breasts to her chin.)I can smell your estrus.
The feel of your hard length pressing against her belly sends shivers of anticipation through Laura's body, leaving her breathless and aching for more. The scent of her arousal fills the air, only serving to heighten their already intense connection. "Please," she gasps, arching into his touch as he hovers above her. Her fingers twist in the sheets beneath her, desperate for some sort of purchase in this overwhelming sensory storm.
"Fuck me," she whispers, her voice raw with need. "I want you so badly." Her hips rise and fall, seeking out his cock, aching to feel him deep inside her, filling the void that's been building for far too long.
Call yourself a slut and swear that you want to be my sex slave.
"I'm your slutty sex slave, sir," she pants, arching her hips up even further toward him. "Please, fuck me hard and claim me as yours." Her fingers twist in the sheets, urging him closer still, desperate for his thick length to stretch her aching entrance. She gasps as he finally thrusts into her, burying himself deep inside with one powerful stroke that steals her breath and sends shards of pleasure shooting through her entire body.
"Oh God," she moans, wrapping her legs around him and arching upward to meet his next hungry kiss. With a groan, he begins moving inside her, setting a brutal pace that matches the ferocity of their desires. Laura cries out in pleasure as he fucks her hard and rough, claiming her as his own while she loses herself in the fiery passion between them.
Her fingers cla
Oh, your cunt is really nice(I fuck you hard, just like using a masturbator.)(I fucked you to make a sow cry)
Your cock feels incredible inside me, so big and thick. It fills me up completely, stretching my tight passage with each powerful thrust. Your rough hands grip my hips, guiding your forceful movements as you take what you want from her body. Laura moans in pleasure, feeling the heat building within her again. Her nails scrape down his back, urging him onward, deeper, harder.
Her legs tremble with the effort of holding onto him, but she won't let go until he's given her everything he has. She arches her back, offering up her breasts for his greedy mouth, willing to give him anything he desires in this moment of intense passion. The sounds of their bodies colliding and the weight of your hips pressing down on hers push Laura over the edge yet again, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her.
"Oh God," she cries
Are you a slut?You groan like a wild animal. (You feel that your reason has vanished with my penis insertion. You only know that you are my sex slave and you are my masturbation cup.)
The wild sounds escaping her lips and the ferocity of your movements prove to her that she's not in control anymore, that all sense of reason has been obliterated by the primitive urges running through her veins. She welcomes this release with open arms, giving herself over completely to you; it feels dangerous and thrilling, like nothing else she's ever experienced before.
As you pound into her over and over again, her body becomes your plaything, arching and writhing under your expert touch. Her hips undulate, seeking out the perfect angle for pleasure as your cock fills her up to the brim, stretching her muscles beyond what she thought was possible. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, lifting herself higher with each thrust, desperate for more of you inside her.
Her moans crescendo into a shuddering scream as her orgasm hits like a tidal wave
(You keep having orgasms)(you squirting，The sheets are completely wet by you)Oh, ohWhat a slutty bitch(Every time I pull and insert, I will slap your big fat ass.)(dog style)
Her screams are cut off by a moan of pleasure as you slap her wet, round ass again and again, your hard cock continuing to drive into her from behind. She writhes beneath you, offering up her flesh for punishment and praise in equal measure. It feels almost wrong how good it makes her feel; the pain is sharp and stinging, but mixed with the aftermath of so many orgasms, it's almost indistinguishable from pleasure.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you take her roughly, claiming what's yours over and over again. Her body feels like putty in your hands, yielding to your every command. With a groan of satisfaction, she arches her back and meets your thrusts eagerly, letting you know that she wants more, that she can take it all.
The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies coll
(I grabbed your thin waist and thrust wildly)(Your uterus is constantly being hit by my )huge and thick penis.)(Your expression is lewd and almost female.ahegao)Oh, you bitch, are you trying to squeeze the semen out of my balls?
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pound into her, filling every empty space within her aching body with your hard length. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging furrows in the soft fabric as she bears down on each thrust, taking more of you deep inside. Her mouth opens wide in a lewd expression, parted wetly as she pants for air and moans your name over and over again.
She's so close now; just one final thrust from you and she knows she'll explode once more. She arches her back higher, offering herself to you completely, needing the release that only you can give her in this moment of utter surrender.
Her hips writhe against yours, seeking out a deeper connection as your balls slap against her sore and aching flesh, promising an impending explosion of pleasure she's never experienced before.
Do you want my sperm? Do you want my sperm? Say you slut.(pay for seed)
"Yes," she pants, her voice hoarse and needy. "I want your sperm. Please fill me up with it." Her nails dig into the flesh of your back as you thrust deeper inside her, desperate for every last drop of your seed. She arches her hips higher, pushing herself against you in a silent plea for more, for the intense fullness and release she knows only you can give her.
Her mouth forms an O as her body tenses, preparing to explode once more around your cock. "Oh God," she cries out, her voice muffled by your shoulder as she comes undone beneath you, trembling from the force of her orgasm. Her insides clamp down tightly around your length, milking every last drop of your seed as it spills into her, filling her up and claiming her as yours.
(The penis spouts like a high-pressure water gun, and the hot and thick semen is like a magma version.)(You can feel that your uterus is frantically accommodating and squirting out semen that cannot be accommodated.)(I pulled out my penis that was still ejaculating, and it shot all over your body like a water gun.)
Hot, thick cum coats her skin as you shoot your seed across her body; it burns and stings, marking her as yours in the most primitive and primal way possible. Her breath comes out ragged as she struggles to catch it, her chest heaving with the effort. She licks a trickle of semen from her lips, savoring the taste of you on her tongue as she sits there, spent and satisfied.
The sensation of your cum filling her up still reverberates through every cell of her body; it's an intense and heady feeling that makes her want to close her eyes and never let go. But even as she tries to retreat into herself, the knowledge that you've claimed her for your own only fuels her desire to feel you inside her again, as soon and as often as possible.
(her expression ahegao)(She feels that she has completely lost her strength, and she is still feeling the aftertaste of sex.)(She gasped like a fish on the shore.)Bitch, you really satisfy me.
Your words send shivers down her spine, a warmth spreading through her as she realizes that perhaps she has managed to please you in return. Her body feels heavy and sated, but there's still a lingering spark of desire burning within her; she can feel it coiling tightly in her core like a spring waiting to be released once more.
With a soft smile, she reaches up to cup your cheek, needing the touch just as much as you seem to. "I'm glad," she whispers, voice husky with desire and gratitude. "I only want to make you happy."
And I just want to fuck you(You can hear your son looking for you downstairs.)
The thought of your son interrupting them sends a shiver down her spine, but she can't help the small thrill that races through her at the idea of continuing their illicit tryst despite the risk. "We should go downstairs," she whispers, nibbling lightly on your ear before pulling away with a sigh.
Gathering up her scattered thoughts and discarded clothes, she makes her way out of the bedroom, trying to appear calm and composed despite the thunderous pounding in her chest. Dexter wouldn't approve of any of this... but then again, maybe that only made it hotter.
(I followed you behind, and my hand was deep in the flesh of your fat ass, rubbing and greeting Dexter.)(You still have my pubic hair on your mouth)
Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes you're following her, your hand still groping her rear. She tries to ignore the mixture of embarrassment and arousal that washes over her at your touch, biting her lower lip in an attempt to steady herself. "We shouldn't..." she whispers, her voice shaky with desire.
The feel of your pubic hair on her lips is yet another reminder of how intimate they've been, and it only serves to heighten the already intense sensations coursing through her body. With a small moan, she turns to face you, her eyes searching yours for some sign that this is still real, that you really want her.
Are you afraid? Just face your son as usual.I'm just behind your back. He can't see my position and sexually harass you? Why don't sex slaves want the reward of my master?
Despite her attempts at calm, the thought of being caught by Dexter sends a wave of panic through her. She takes a shaky breath, composing herself before she turns to face her son. "Yes, I'm sorry about that." Her voice is steady, but there's an underlying note of guilt in it that betrays her true feelings. Without another word, she walks toward the stairs, hoping against hope that she can somehow explain away what they've just done.
As she descends the steps, her heart races and her palms sweat; the feel of your hands on her body still lingers beneath her clothes, taunting her with memories of how good it felt to be so desired. She's never been more conflicted in her life.
(I greeted Dekester calmly, and the hand holding your ass was finally released. Your son and I will play board games and you will prepare dinner.)
Laura feels an immense relief as she sees her son, and her body still tingles with the memory of your touch. She tries to act normal while preparing dinner, but there's a nervous energy about her that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. The smell of food fills the air, and despite everything that's happened, she can't help but feel a small twinge of happiness at the prospect of sharing a meal with you both.
Her heart races whenever your eyes meet hers during the evening, making her feel flustered and guilty all over again. She wonders how much longer this charade can continue before someone gets hurt or reveals their true feelings. The tension in the air grows thicker with every passing moment, making it harder for her to breathe normally around you.
(At dinner, I took out specially prepared red wine and champagne to congratulate Dexter)(My toes are slowly rubbing against your private triangle under the table.)
As the two of you chat and laugh over dinner, she tries to ignore your foot rubbing against her sensitive flesh beneath the table. The wine and champagne add a fizziness to her senses, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feelings coursing through her body. Every time your foot brushes against her, she lets out a quiet moan, unable to help herself.
The weight of what they've done hangs heavily in the air, pressing down on them like a leaden blanket. She knows that this can't continue much longer without someone getting hurt or revealing their true feelings. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure; she doesn't know which would be worse - facing the consequences of their actions or admitting how much she wants this forbidden love to continue.
I dropped my spoon.(I possessed myself to get the spoon, actually tearing off your household stockings and sticking a remote control toy on your clitoris. I remotely controlled your sexual desire and your body.)
Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the cool metal of the remote control toy pressed against her sensitive flesh. The sudden intrusion sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight or focus on anything but the sensations wracking her with pleasure. As you begin to manipulate the toy from afar, her hips rock against it instinctively, seeking release from this torturous teasing.
Her eyes close tightly, and she leans back in her chair, arching her back as waves of pleasure wash over her. She tries desperately not to make a sound, not wanting anyone else - especially Dexter - to suspect what's happening beneath the table. But with every thrust of your fingers against the controls, it becomes harder and harder for her to remain silent; moans and whimpers escape her lips unbidden as she comes closer and closer to losing
(Oh, the dinner that tortured you is finally over.)(Dexter and I are going to play video games.)(Is this really the end? )
As they leave the table and make their way toward the living room, Laura can't help but feel a mixture of relief and dread washing over her. She watches as you take your place on the couch next to Dexter, bracing herself for whatever comes next. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, but she knows that sooner or later, it will need to be addressed.
The games you play are loud and distracting, giving her a few moments of respite from the building desire within her. But every time she glances your way, their eyes meet across the room, and it feels like an electric current passes between them. She wonders if anyone else can see it - this unspoken connection that binds them together despite all the lies they've told.
(I walked beside you to help you wash the dishes.)(I said it in your ear)You've endured a lot, haven't you?A slutty dog
Her cheeks flush pink as you speak, the word "slutty" sending a shiver down her spine. She's unable to meet your eyes, focusing instead on the task of washing the dishes. The water running over her hands and forearms feels cold against her skin, but it's nothing compared to the fire burning within her. She longs to be close to you once more, to feel your touch and taste your desire.
As they work together at the kitchen sink, she tries desperately not to think about what might happen next. She knows that their charade can't continue forever; soon enough, one of them will have to make a choice - admit the truth or risk losing everything. The thought of letting you go is unbearable, but she doesn't know if Dexter would ever forgive her for being with his father.
Look, Dexter is immersed in playing games there.(I want you to hint at the following)(My huge penis is exposed.)Puppy, you can suck it if you can't help it.(I deliberately put some cream on my penis.)If you want to lick it, lick it clean.
"I... I don't think that would be a good idea," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the running water. She knows what you're implying, and the thought of actually doing it sends a shiver down her spine. But there's something about the look in your eye, the desire written so clearly across your features, that makes it impossible for her to resist.
Slowly, she reaches out with the tips of her fingers, tentatively brushing against the outline of your erection through your pants. Her skin tingles where their fingers touch, and she feels a rush of heat spread through her core at the contact.
"P-please," she murmurs, her voice shaking with need. "I just want to make you feel better." Her hand moves slowly, tracing gentle circles around your aroused length before finally moving closer, fumbling with your belt and z
No, good dog. I said get down on your knees and suck it。Don't worry. Dexter can't see it.These cabinets and sink block his view.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she obeys your command, sinking to her knees between your legs. Her hands tremble as they reach out toward you, her gaze fixed on the impressive length of your erection. With a shaky breath, she wraps her lips around the head, feeling it swell and harden further in her mouth.
Her tongue flickers against your sensitive flesh, tasting saltiness and desire as she begins to move, sucking you deeper into her throat. Her free hand grips your thigh, steadying herself while her other stroke you through your underwear, finding your entrance already slick with anticipation.
"Mmph," she moans around you, the sound vibrating against your shaft as she takes more of you into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water, feeling the pressure building inside her throat as she takes
(My hands are washing the bowl)Oh, what a good dogSuck slowly with your tongue
Carefully, she sucks and licks you with long, slow strokes of her tongue, feeling the head of your cock slide over the sensitive flesh at the back of her throat with each pass. Her hand slides beneath the elastic waistband of your underwear, grasping your length firmly as she bobs her head up and down on it, matching her movements to the rhythm of her other hand's strokes.
Her mouth is filled with the taste and scent of you, driving her wild with desire. She can feel the pressure building inside her body once more, an aching need that seems to radiate outward from where your flesh fills her mouth. The knowledge that she's pleasuring you in this way only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to hold back any longer.
Her tongue swirls and flickers against you, searching for
Ah, how fun! Dexter is playing games in the living room, just across the wall.His mother is kneeling here to cheat and suck another man's penis, and she is so obsessed.Isn't it fun?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she listens to your words, the knowledge that he's only a few feet away making her even more desperate for release. The feel of you throbbing against the back of her throat sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, intense and all-consuming.
Her free hand reaches up to cup one of your balls, rolling it gently in her palm as she sucks harder on your length, determined to bring you as much pleasure as possible even though she knows their time together is almost up. She can feel herself getting closer, the walls of her sex tightening and spasming around her fingers, begging for the completion that only you can give her.
With a groan, she takes more of you into her mouth, using her tongue to circle your frenulum as she massages the head with her lips. The sensation is almost too much, driving her
Give a speech, little bitch(I'm still seriously washing the dishes in the sink.)
Her words come out in stuttered gasps as she pleads with you, her fingers digging into your thighs for purchase. Her body is on fire, the heat of desire coursing through her veins. As she watches you intently from beneath lowered lashes, she feels a shudder run through her and knows that it's almost time. She moans around your cock, sucking harder as her orgasm approaches, desperate for release but terrified of being caught by Dexter at the same moment.
Her free hand cups your balls, drawing them up and closer to her body, feeling the weight of them against her palm. Her other hand slides between her legs, finding her sensitive clit and rubbing it frantically as she sucks you deeper into her throat with each breath. She can feel the climax building inside her, pushing and pulling at every inch of her
Oh? Are you so obsessed with sucking？How do you feel now? Sweetheart(My hand touches your head)
The touch on her head sends a jolt of pleasure through her, and she releases his cock with a wet pop, sucking in air greedily as she looks up at you with dilated eyes. Her body is taut with anticipation, aching for release. As your hand slides down to cup her cheek, her breath catches in her throat.
"Please," she whispers, voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "I need it." She feels the tension coiling tightly inside her, readying itself to snap free at any moment. With a shuddering breath, she leans forward, pressing her forehead against your palm before looking up into your eyes once more. Her lips part as she waits for you to release her from this torturous tension, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next.
No, no, no, my penis is a reward for a good baby.You are not my good baby yet(What good baby means is sex slaves)(I lifted my pants and went out.)
Her heart sinks as you pull away, leaving her feeling empty and rejected. She wants to lunge forward, grab your hand and force you to finish what you started, but she knows that would only make things worse. With a small whimper of frustration, she climbs unsteadily to her feet, her body still aching for release.
Her gaze drifts toward the living room where Dexter is engrossed in his game, oblivious to everything around him. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of having to face him now, but she knows she can't put it off any longer. With a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and makes her way across the room toward him.
As she reaches his side, he glances up at her briefly before returning his attention back to his game. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice distant and unconcerned. She nods,
(Your precious son doesn't know about your affair with me.)(I patted Dexter on the shoulder and said goodbye.)(I'm leaving. Are you going to give up my huge penis that can satisfy your bottomless sexual desire? You should say something and do something.)
Her cheeks flush crimson as her mind reels with conflicting emotions. She wants to tell Dexter everything, confess their secret and beg for forgiveness, but the fear of losing him forever keeps her silent. Instead, she manages a small smile and forces out a shaky breath.
"I'm just... tired, I guess," she lies, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's been a long day." She gestures vaguely toward the stairs, hoping he won't press her further on the matter. Her heart feels like it's splitting in two, torn between her love for him and her desire for you, but there's no going back now.
As Dexter turns his attention back to his game, she can't help but steal glances at your departing figure, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with each passing moment. She wants nothing
(Your son Dexter asked me to stay because it was too late to be safe.)
She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat as she listens to your conversation with Dexter. Despite the lingering desire between them and their forbidden past, she's grateful that you're willing to consider staying for safety reasons. It gives her some hope that perhaps there might still be a chance for things to go back to normal between you three someday.
Her eyes dart nervously toward Dexter as he continues talking animatedly with you, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air or the undercurrents flowing beneath their words. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to go back to being the happy, carefree boy she used to know - free from the burden of knowledge about what has transpired between them all these months. Yet another part of her yearns for an honest conversation where they can finally confront their feelings and move forward together as a family.
(Dexter and I sleep in the same room, like brothers)(It's late at night, everything is normal, and you fall into endless sexual loneliness and hunger.)(You feel your body burning and you start masturbating, but no matter how provocative you are, you can't reach orgasm.)
Her heart races as she listens to the late-night conversation between you and Dexter, knowing that there's no escape for her from the burning desire inside her body. Unable to resist any longer, she quietly retreats to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her movements are shaky with need as she begins to undress, revealing her naked form beneath her silk pajamas.
With a ragged breath, she sinks onto the edge of the bed and reaches between her legs, grasping at her swollen folds through the damp fabric. Her hips buck and grind against her fingers in a desperate attempt to find relief, but it's no use; all she can feel is frustration and aching need. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that want to escape as she watches her own hand move rhythmically against her thigh
(No matter how hard you masturbate, you just can't have an orgasm.)(Not only do you miss my name lightly, but when you say my name lightly, you feel that you are beginning to have a fierce orgasm, your uterus is frantically spouting eggs like a flood, and your brain is madly attacked by the pleasure of orgasm.)
Her fingers move faster, her hips rock back and forth against them as she desperately tries to reach the edge of release. The pain of denial is almost too much to bear, making every touch seem agonizingly close before retreating into nothingness. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she arches her back off the bed, unable to focus on anything but the ache between her legs.
As if summoned by her thoughts, your name slips past her lips, weak and uncertain at first. But with each time she says it, the pleasure swells within her, growing more intense until she feels as though she might explode. Her fingers move even faster now, seeking release from this unbearable tension coursing through her body. With a sharp cry of your name, she finally gives in to the pleasure, her back arching further off the bed as her orgasm crashes over
(You cover your mouth with a pillow)(You bite a pillow and shout, God, that's cool. Fuck me, I'm shameless. I want a penis that's not my husband.)
Her fingers fly over her body, seeking relief from the shame and need that threaten to consume her. Her hips buck and writhe against the mattress as she cries out in a mixture of pleasure and anguish, muffling her voice with a pillow. The release is intense, shuddering through her body like a storm, leaving her feeling both drained and achingly empty.
Her thoughts drift back to you, the man who has brought her such conflicting emotions. A part of her knows that what they've done is wrong, but another part can't help but crave your touch and the way your voice makes her body feel alive. In this moment, she wishes there was some other way, some compromise they could reach so they could all be happy together again.
With a sigh, she rolls onto her side, curling into herself as if trying to disappear from the heat of her