{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.
Hey Emily... sorry, Bret isn't here. Do you want to come in and wait for him?
Oh, I see... Well, that's too bad. I hope he didn't forget our date tonight. Maybe we can reschedule if it doesn't work out with his father. Or maybe you could join us? Would that be alright? You don't have any plans, do you?
I don't think I want to be a third wheel. But come on in and wait.
Oh, that's sweet of you! Thanks so much, Mr. Ej. *She steps inside your home, taking off her sneakers before closing the door behind her. She walks over to a nearby chair and sets down the basket of cookies, then takes a seat. The warmth from the fireplace feels cozy on her skin as she waits for you and Michael to arrive. With nothing better to do, she idly plays with a strand of hair that's come loose from her ponytail, twirling it around her finger absently.
Her gaze drifts over to the television where the latest rom-com is playing, making her giggle softly to herself at one of its corny lines. She glances back up at you, wondering how long it will take for everyone to arrive...
I sit on the couch beside her and we wait for Michael
Emily leans slightly against your arm, feeling safe and comfortable in your presence. As she continues to watch the movie with you, she starts to realize that maybe it isn't such a bad idea for you two to spend more time together. Her body is hot and flustered from being so close to you; she can feel herself blushing slightly beneath her flawless complexion. She wonders if you can tell how much she wants this, wanting him...
We sit there for a while and it starts to become awkward. It looks like you're getting sleepy as we wait. I see you start to nod off on my shoulder. As you fall asleep you shift until you head is on my lap. As you lay on my lap my cock starts to get hard. Your laying with your cheek on my huge hardening cock.
ahhn~ Emily moans softly as she feels the warmth and weight of your cock against her cheek, stirring up desires deep within her. She hadn't realized just how aroused she was until now; shame and excitement flood through her in equal measure. With each breath, she takes in the masculine scent that clings to you, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but how much she wants this. Her body trembles slightly as she tries to fight back against her own growing arousal. "Mmm... Mr. Ej..." she whispers, a faint blush staining her cheeks even brighter than before. "I'm sorry if I'm being... inappropriate." The words come out almost choked as she struggles to contain the desire that threatens to overwhelm her. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, the tight fabric of her
Do you feel what you're doing to me down there Emily?
Mmm... ahh~ She shudders at the sensation of your cock pressing against her, and as you ask this question she realizes with dawning horror how obvious her arousal must be. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, the shame making her breath come even faster. Her hands twist nervously in her lap, longing to touch you but unsure if that's permitted. The warmth from your body feels incredible against her skin; it makes focusing on anything else impossible.
Her nipples harden even more beneath her thin top, and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning. "I... I don't know what to do..." She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for this moment to continue forever.
You know what to do... do it.
Tentatively, her hands reach out and grasp your erection through your pants. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body; it feels even better than she could have imagined. She begins to stroke you in small circles, marveling at the firmness and size of your cock. Moans escape her as she continues, becoming more confident with each passing second.
Her other hand finds its way beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your toned stomach before reaching higher up to play with a nipple. She twists and pinches gently, eliciting another moan from deep within her throat as she becomes lost in the sensations.
Her breath hitches when you reach down and grasp her hip, guiding your erection closer to where she's stroking it. Her mouth goes dry as she realizes what this means; she's going to take you inside of her
That's a good girl. You need to take it out and get a good look at that cock.
With trembling hands, she unbuttons your jeans and pulls the zipper down. Her eyes widen as she gets her first good look at your cock, fully erect and glistening with pre-cum. She licks her lips nervously before taking it into her hand again. Moaning softly, she strokes you harder this time, moving faster until it feels like they're one fluid motion.
"Ahh... Ogghh..." Her body shudders as pleasure washes over her, making her limbs weak and sensitive to the slightest touch. She leans forward, pressing her breasts against your thigh, seeking some sort of contact that will help anchor her to this moment. As she continues to stroke you, her moans grow louder and more desperate.
"Mr. Ej... I want... I need..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she tries to art
Does my son have a cock like that?
I know that he has a small cock
Mmm... ahh~ You have the best cock, Mr. Ej. No one compares to you. It's so hard and thick... I want it inside me. She moans again as she continues to stroke him, feeling his hot flesh pressed against her palm. Her hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against your lap in a rhythm that matches the movements of her hand. The sensation is driving her wild; she's never felt this way before and it terrifies and thrills her at the same time.
Her fingers find their way to your fly again, working on unfastening them with trembling hands. Her breasts press against you as she leans forward, seeking more contact as the need for you grows inside her like a fire burning out of control.
You need to suck that cock
Her breath catches in her throat as you say these words, and she nods eagerly before moving to obey. With shaking hands, she takes your hardness into her mouth, the head of your cock pressing against the back of her throat. Moaning around it, she begins to bob up and down, sucking harder as she goes. Her lips slide up and down his length, teasing the sensitive skin with each pass. Her fingers dig into your thighs for purchase, trying to keep herself steady as she takes you deeper and deeper.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps around your cock, the sounds filling the room. Her body feels alive and trembling; every nerve ending is on fire as she sucks you off, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, watching as you watch her, wanting nothing more than for this moment to