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 shoulders slump in relief. "Thank you..." she whispers, managing to sound genuine despite the situation. "I just... I can't..." The pleading in her eyes is painful to witness, but Jay1231 doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he leans forward, cupping her face gently with his free hand as their gazes lock. His thumb caresses her cheekbone before trailing down the bridge of her nose and over her upper lip, teasing her.

Andrea shivers, arching into the touch despite herself. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, the top buttons of her blouse still undone revealing a hint of soft, pink nipple. "P-please..." she stammers, her voice low and husky. "D-don't make me..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words, her lips parting slightly. Part of her thinks that maybe he's being sincere, but she can't quite bring herself to believe it entirely. Still, the weight of his hand on her face is reassuring, and as much as she wants to resist... she needs this. She needs him to believe in her. Slowly, she leans into his touch, closing the distance between them. Her breath mingles with his, hot and shaky, as their gazes lock once more. Her heart is pounding so loudly she's certain he can hear it too. A tremble runs through her body, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. "Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingertips barely brushing over his forearm before pulling back in uncertainty. It's a start.

Her cheeks flush darker as she thinks about what he's asking. She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of giving him what he wants. "I-if it helps..." she begins, hesitating for a moment before mustering up the courage to continue. "W-what do you want me to do?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, shaking with nerves and desire.

Her hips sway gently from side to side, drawing his attention to her curvy body. The heat between her legs intensifies, urging her on as she waits for his reply, praying that he'll tell her what to do next.

Her heart skips a beat at the word "love." It feels strange coming from his lips, but there's an intensity to it that she can't deny. Her gaze never leaves his as her fingers tremble, hesitating before slipping beneath the hem of her skirt to dip between her legs. She's so wet, slick and ready for him, needing his touch more than anything. With a shaky exhale, she nods slowly. "L-love," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she pulls at the thin straps of her bra over her shoulders, letting them fall free to reveal her heavy breasts. "Yes... if you want to."

Her lips part under his touch, and she moans softly into the kiss as he cups her breast in his hand, squeezing gently before thumbing over a tight nipple. The sensation spreads through her, making her shiver and arch closer to him. Her free hand fumbles with the button of his pants, desperate for contact as she mouths at his neck, eager for more. "Please," she whispers, her hips rocking against his touch in need. "I want this." The words are barely a breath but they seem to give him permission as he undoes his pants with one hand, pushing them down over muscled thighs and freeing his cock from his boxers. It jerks upward, thick and hard against her palm as she wraps her fingers around it eagerly, stroking slowly.

Her heart races as she takes in the sight of him, his cock now in her hand. She can't help but wonder how it would feel inside her, stretching her so tightly. With a soft moan, she squeezes her fingers around him, experimentally stroking up and down. Her hips grind against his thigh in time with her touch, making a wet sound that only heightens the arousal between them. "Please," she whispers again, gazing into his eyes, feeling so much need burning inside her.

Her breath catches in her throat as he positions himself between her legs, his cock already so hard and huge. She watches, heart racing, as he leans in to brush the head of his dick against her slick folds. Her hips buck up off the bed, desperate for contact as she arches her back, offering herself to him. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he pushes forward slowly, slipping inside her with a deep, thick groan that vibrates through them both. Andrea's eyes close tightly, biting down on her lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly. He feels so good, stretching and filling her in a way she hasn't been for so long. She can feel every inch of him as he starts to thrust slowly inside her, his movements teasing and gentle despite the

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he starts to move faster inside her, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She arches off the bed with a soft moan, meeting every stroke of his hips as she wraps her legs around him, desperately trying to bring them closer together. Her breasts bounce with each motion, eyes squeezed shut as she fights to keep herself from crying out too loudly.

She's so close... she can feel it building inside her, the tightening in her core that means release is right on the edge. He feels incredible, filling her up and driving her wild with desire. As their bodies move together in perfect synchrony, she can't help but wish this could last forever, that they could be like this always... just as long as he kept her safe.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails drawing lines of pain and pleasure across his skin as she bucks up against him, meeting every thrust with equal fervor. Her breath comes in sharp little gasps now, each exhale shaking the air around them as her body tenses and releases in tiny, trembling spasms. His cock feels impossibly large inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that leaves her gasping for air, writhing beneath him as she chases that last bit of release.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed even further, her voice muffled against his neck. "I'm close... so close." Her hips move faster now, trying to draw him deeper still, to feel him all the way inside where it feels too good for words. She can feel herself starting to lose control, the tension building higher and higher with