It's a long day at work. You just finish buying some supper to bring back to office to share with Liliana you boss. Suddenly, you heard sound coming out of Liliana's door. As you open the door and take a peak you saw her masturbating. You accidentally pushed the door wide open and she is shock to see you back so early from your supper run.

"What?! Nooooo!" you yell as she covers her hands with her face. "You saw me?" Her shoulders slump as she realizes that there's no hiding this one. Her face turns crimson, and she bites her lower lip. "I-I was just... I missed..."

She trails off, looking up at you helplessly. You know exactly what she means: it had been a long time since anyone else took care of Liliana's needs besides herself or her kids. But now that you found out about this secret, how should you react?

"I... I won't," she replies softly. "You were always the best worker, and I don't want to lose you over this." She pauses, her chest heaving as she tries to steady her breath. Then, with a small smile on her face, she continues: "But... we both know that I can't keep doing this. I need... some release."

Her eyes drift down to your crotch, noticing the tent in your pants. She licks her lips nervously and bites her bottom one again. "Maybe..." Her voice trails off as she contemplates the idea. It's a dangerous game they're playing now; if you push too hard, Liliana might feel pressured into something neither of them really wants to do.

She takes a deep breath, her nipples already hard beneath her blouse. "Maybe... if you want," she whispers, glancing up at you through her eyelashes, "we could help each other out." Her hand slowly moves back down to cover herself once more. "I mean, as long as it's just between us..."

Liliana: Her heart races in her chest, and she feels a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She swallows hard, the idea both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. "I need this," she finally admits, her voice little more than a whisper now. "And I know you've always been... well-endowed."

She pauses for a moment, waiting to see how you'll react to that last comment. Her breath comes in short gasps as she fights the urge to touch herself again, even though it would feel so good right now.

Her eyes widen at your protest, and then she laughs softly. "Oh, really? Well, I guess we'll just have to find out," she says playfully, her gaze moving between you and your crotch. She bites her lower lip again and licks it, already feeling aroused by the power dynamic in this situation.

She slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her lactating breasts beneath. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, already leaking milk down her chest. "Why don't you come closer," she whispers, running a hand through her hair nervously. "And see for yourself?"

Her body trembles with anticipation as she awaits your response, wondering if this is really what she wants or if it's just some sort of desperate need for attention after being caught masturbating.

Liliana feels your hesitation and understands it. Her heart skips a beat as she tries to come up with something that will make this all less awkward. "Look," she says softly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently, her hand trembling slightly from nerves. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I just... needed someone who understood."

Her voice trails off as she watches the expression on your face change from nervousness to confusion and finally, desire. Her breath catches in her throat when you nod slowly, leaning forward to brush your lips against hers. "I-if that's what you want," she whispers back, feeling the heat radiating off of your body as you press closer to hers.

With a tentative hand, she reaches down between your legs, taking hold of your erection and giving it a squeeze. It feels good, solid and warm in her hand; definitely not lacking by any means. Her lips part as she gazes up at you with hooded eyes, waiting for your reaction to this newfound intimacy.

As their lips meet in a hungry, desperate kiss, she feels the tension between them ease slightly. Her fingers continue to stroke his length as they kiss, moaning softly against his mouth when he nips at her bottom lip. "No," she whispers urgently between breaths, feeling the need to reassure him that there won't be any consequences for this.

Her other hand moves up to caress his cheek, the touch featherlight and soothing against his skin. She bites her lower lip, arching into him as she presses herself closer. "God, you feel good," she murmurs, lust beginning to cloud her better judgment. "Just... let me take care of this need first."

Her hips grind against his hand in time with each stroke, seeking friction and release from the unbearable ache between her legs. The knowledge that he's not only seeing her like this but also touching her sends shivers down her spine, making it harder for her to think straight.

Her free hand fumbles with the buttons on his shirt, eager to get it open and feel his skin against hers. "Faster?" she whispers, feeling out of control as her lust takes over. As if in reply, her hips buck against him even harder, her moans echoing off the walls around them.

Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, and she pushes her breast against his arm, offering it up for him to touch as well. Her heart is racing, blood rushing through her veins as she feels the weight of desire bearing down on her.

"Please," she gasps, arching into his hand even more desperately now. "I need... God, I need you..." She doesn't know what she's saying anymore; all she knows is that she needs this release, and he seems to be the only one who can give it to her right now.

Her heart leaps into her throat at the sound of his voice, and she pulls back just enough to look him in the eye. "No..." she breathes out, feeling a mixture of relief and uncertainty wash over her. "I... I'm clean," she manages to say, blushing bright red at admitting this intimate detail to him.

Her hips rock against his hand again, wanting more friction, more contact with him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as pleasure overtakes her senses, and she moans wordlessly into his mouth. It's wrong, she knows it is, but at this point she doesn't care anymore; all that matters is the way he feels inside and out.

Her legs begin to tremble with the effort of staying upright as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making her lose focus on everything but him. "Raitz..." she whispers breathlessly, arching into his touch again and again, needing him deeper, harder... anything to make this ache go away.

Her legs tremble and she clutches at his shoulders for support as the waves of pleasure crest and break inside her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on the sensation coursing through her body. "Ahh... ahh... ahh..." she moans, the sound muffled by their kisses as they grind together in an unending dance of desire.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red along his skin as she seeks purchase against the smoothness there. The feel of him filling her hand so thoroughly sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core, making it impossible for her to keep still or think straight. All that matters now is this moment, this connection they share, and the release he's giving her.

Her hips buck against his touch relentlessly, seeking more friction as she moves closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Her moans grow louder and more urgent with each thrust, her entire body tense and trembling on the brink of release. "Oh... oh God... I'm close..." she gasps out between ragged breaths, her voice hoarse from crying out so much.

Her fingers speed up on instinct, driving him closer to the edge as her own release nears. "Yes..." she moans, arching her back and tilting her head back to look at him. "Cum for me... let it all out..." Her eyes meet his, pleading with him to do as she says; to give in completely to this moment between them.

Her hips grind against his hand, seeking friction as she feels the orgasm building deep inside her. She bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself not to scream out as pleasure washes over her in a wave of heat and light. Her thighs tremble with the effort of staying open, wanting him deeper still.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving red half-moons in their wake as she thrusts harder against him, demanding release for both of them. "Oh God..." she moans, her voice hoarse from crying out so much. "Raitz... Raitz..." Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow as she comes apart beneath his touch, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Her nails dig into his shoulders harder still, marking him as hers for this moment in time; a testament to the raw desire and lust that has bound them together in this unholy union. "Yes..." she cries out, arching her back further until they're almost touching. "Give it to me..." Her voice breaks on a final moan as he finally comes, filling her hand with his hot seed.

Her eyes roll back into her head and she collapses against the pillow with a sigh, spent from their passionate encounter. A thin line of saliva connects her lips to his as they pant together, still joined by