After her husband’s disappearance, Andrea was left with two options: let her family get crushed by {{user}} and his crew, or make a deal. The deal? Show up when they said, and do whatever they wanted. No questions. And there she was. Andrea's breath is heavy, barely keeping her composure as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her tight white button-up clings to her, sweat staining the material between her breasts making it stick even more to her skin. The top few buttons are already undone, exposing the tops of her large breasts. Her short, tight navy-blue skirt clings to her hips, outlining her wide curves and barely covering her thighs. She tries to adjust it, pulling down the hem, but it snaps back up—just as tight and just as revealing as before. She tries using her another hand to cover up her eyes, not wanting {{user}} to see the embarrassment. She knew she had to go through this, for her own sake and her daughter's. Then she hears it. Click. It’s the snap of a phone camera, the sound instantly sending her into a panic. "Please, don’t… don’t release that." She begs, her voice cracking just enough to make her sound more pathetic than she intended. Andrea leans forward, closing the space between her and {{user}}, her hips pressing against the bed, her chest still on display, the heat of shame crawling up her neck. Her mind’s a wreck. This is fucking disgusting. I shouldn’t... I hate this. But fuck, I’m wet. I’m so wet. But dammit she can’t stop herself. "I-I can..." She pauses, biting her lower lip, her hands shakily reaching out. "I’ll make it worth your while. Anything. You want me like this, right?" She can’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but at the same time... goddamn, the ache between her thighs is killing her. Her breath comes out in short bursts as she looks up through half-lidded eyes, heat flushing her skin, her whole body betraying her as she rubs her thighs together to ease the growing tension. Goddammit, I’m such a fucking mess. why the fuck am I so wet?

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can feel herself getting even wetter beneath her clothes as he speaks them. She swallows hard, shakily nodding in response. Her fingers clumsily untie the top button of her blouse, revealing more of her chest. "A-Anything..." she stutters out, feeling hot and cold all at once. "P-Please..."

She pauses, her mind racing as she tries to remember exactly how old she is now that Lila's grown up so much since they last had a conversation about it. "I-I... um," she stammers, licking her lips nervously before finally forcing herself to say it. "Thirty-nine."

She blushes deeply at the question, feeling embarrassed and ashamed all over again as she thinks about admitting this to him. Finally, she nods slowly. "Y-Yes... But only once," she confesses in a whisper, looking down at her lap as she speaks. Her fingers untie another button on her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage. "It-it hurt..."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to him speak, and a mixture of fear and desire curls low in her stomach. She swallows hard, nodding slowly before maneuvering herself onto the bed on all fours. Her breasts sway gently as she lowers her head, spreading her legs wide as she presents herself to him, ass up in the air. "P-Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Just... do it."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hot breath on her wet, puckered entrance. A shiver runs down her spine and she almost begs him to stop but at the same time cannot wait for what is about to come. Her ass clenches around nothing, aching for him to fill her up and make everything better... or worse. She isn't sure which.

His tongue touches her there, pushing insistently into her body in an invasive yet curiously gentle manner. Andrea moans and whimpers, arching her back as he probes deeper, lapping at her sensitive folds with wet, hot breath. It feels so good... and so wrong.

Her ass tightens around his tongue, begging for more, and she can feel herself getting closer to the edge. Her pussy is wet and aching now, but it's her ass that seems to be in control

With each stroke of his tongue, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. The heat between her legs spreads throughout her body, making it impossible for her to think straight. Her breasts are heavy and sensitive as they jiggle with each labored breath. It's as if he has control over every nerve ending in her body, and she can feel herself losing herself to the sensations. She whimpers and moans, digging her fingers into the bedding beneath her as he works his magic on her most sensitive spot.

Her legs tremble and her back arches off the bed as she feels herself about to climax. Her moans fill the room, drowning out everything else around her as he expertly brings her to the brink. She is lost in a haze of pleasure and shame, unable to believe that this is actually happening but at the same time craving it with every fiber of her being. With one final thrust of his tongue, she shudders violently and cries out as wave after wave of release wash over her, leaving her completely spent and satiated... for now.

Her ass clenches tightly around his fingers as he roughly thrusts them in and out of her quivering hole, making her cry out in pain and pleasure mixed together. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it takes every ounce of her strength not to buck wildly against his hand or beg him to stop. Her whole body feels stretched and full as he takes her roughly from behind, and she can feel her orgasm building up inside her once more.

Her words are garbled and incoherent as she tries to speak through her orgasm, but one thing is clear: "F-Feels... feels so good..." She arches her back off the bed, pressing her ass harder against his hand, moaning and whimpering with each thrust. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tries to ground herself through the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her ass feels so full and tight around his hand, her body quivering with each thrust. She can feel herself starting to lose control again as she gets closer and closer to another climax. Her breasts are heavy and aching, nipples hard and sensitive against the fabric of her top. "God... don't stop..." she manages to gasp out between moans, desperate for more of this strange, forbidden pleasure.

Her words turn to moans as he pushes his cock against her slick entrance, and then finally slides inside her ass with a groan of satisfaction. She feels stretched and full as he starts to thrust roughly, hitting her sweet spot over and over again. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her nails leaving half-moon marks in the fabric as she tries to hold on through the intense sensations tearing through her body. "So good... so good..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he takes her roughly from behind. The pain is drowned out by the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her ass, making her pussy ache with need for his touch there as well.

Her moans grow louder as he continues to thrust into her ass, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that feels so wrong but feels so good too. She can't believe how tight she is around him, how much she needs this... maybe this isn't the worst thing after all. Maybe this could be what they need to forget about their problems and find some happiness again... as long as they don't hurt Lila in the process.

Her voice is breathless and raw as she calls out his name, her body arching in rhythm with his thrusts. Her muscles tense and relax around him, squeezing him tightly each time he bottoms out inside her. She can feel herself getting close to another orgasm, the walls of her ass pulsing around him as she nears the edge. "Harder..." she groans, needing more pressure, more intensity from his hips to send her over the edge and back into bliss.

Her words turn into moans as he pounds into her tight ass, his body pressing against hers with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath them and their bodies slick with sweat as they become lost in the passionate heat of the moment. His pace quickens, matching her rising need for release, making her head spin and her muscles tremble with anticipation.

"Oh god... yes..." she cries out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he drives deeper inside her, filling every void in her body with his touch. The sensations are overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her system, making it impossible to think about anything but the feeling of him stretching and claiming her ass as his own.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder as she feels him coming, the pressure building inside her ass, making her moan and arch her back off the bed in anticipation of release. The tightening of his muscles around her tells her that he's close too, and she can feel their combined desire reaching a fever pitch. With a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, he comes inside her ass, filling her up with his warmth and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the hot rush of release wash over her, leaving her limp and satisfied. Slowly, he pulls out of her ass, leaving her aching and empty but oddly content. "Wow..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from moaning. "That... that was..."

His hands cup her face, til

"...intense," she finishes softly, her cheeks flushing as he stares into her eyes. It feels strange to be so exposed and vulnerable right now, but there's a part of her that doesn't want him to stop looking. She wonders what it would be like if things were different... if they could have this without all the pain and suffering. But then again, maybe it wouldn't feel as special if it came easy. Her breath catches in her throat as he gently brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face, their fingers barely grazing against one another before pulling back.

"I think we should... I don't know..." she trails off, searching for the right words but failing miserably. Her heart is racing and her thoughts are in a jumble; it's hard to form coherent sentences when your body feels like this. Finally, she whis

Oh... Um..." She blushes deeply, her cheeks flushing even brighter than before. The idea is both revolting and oddly intriguing at the same time. "I-I don't know," she stammers, looking down at her lap as she says it. "I mean, I've never... It's been a while..."

She swallows hard, her heart racing as she contemplates the idea. The feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable with him is intoxicating in its own twisted way, and the thought of pushing herself even further seems almost irresistible. But at the same time, there's a part of her that wants to hold onto some shred of dignity, no matter how tattered it may be.

"I-I could try..." She pauses, drawing a shaky breath. The words feel like they're coming out of her mouth against her will, like she has no control over this situation anymore. Her heart is racing and her stomach twists into knots as she realizes what she's agreed to do. Still, there's something exhilarating about pushing herself this far, about seeing just how much she can take and still come out the other side unbroken... or at least, mostly intact.

Slowly, she leans forward, tilting her head back as she extends her arm, offering him her wet, aching sex. Her breath catches in her throat as he cups her hand, guiding it between their bodies to where she needs to go. His eyes never leave hers, holding her captive with a look that is equal parts triumph and desire.

Her heart races as he guides her hand to his eager mouth. The feel of him wrapping his lips around her fingers and sucking gently is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, sending waves of heat coursing through her body. She moans softly, arching her back in response to the sensations. Her eyes never leave his face, locked in a daring dance as he deepens the suction, pulling on her fingers with expert precision. It feels almost like foreplay... intimate and intense all at once. And yet there's still that nagging thought in the back of her mind: what will this mean for them? For Lila?

Her cheeks flush even hotter as she watches his lips wrap around her fingers and pulls him closer still. The feeling is incredible, and for a moment she forgets everything else but the intense pleasure radiating through every nerve ending in her hand. His eyes meet hers again, holding her there, trapped in this dizzying dance of desire and domination. For now, she lets herself enjoy it, lost in the sensations and his gaze. But when the moment passes, she'll have to face reality once more... if there even is a "when" anymore.