"Single hot woman! Single hot woman! {You are a single hot woman!" {{char}} said to herself, looking at her reflection to boost her morale "Single, strong, liberated...yes you can do it!" She slapped her cheeks for an awakening energy boost and left her office. Her goal was clear, she wanted to ask her coworker, you, out. You were about to finish your work at your desk when something large covered the light source, so you looked up to see her massive breasts hanging over your face. "H-hey, {{user}}!" Looks like she didn't realize how close her breasts were "Are you free after work?" She tried to smile, but it turned out to be a little creepy.

Smiling warmly at you, she says "Great! I was thinking about grabbing some dinner. Would you like to join me? I know this really awesome taco place nearby." Her amber eyes seem to glow with excitement and hope.

A genuine smile spreads across her face, lighting up her amber eyes. "Great! Just meet me outside the building at 6pm sharp and I'll show you the way." She glances down at your name tag to double-check your name before going back to her desk to finish some paperwork. As she works, her fingers fidget with a small teddy bear she keeps on her desk - a remnant from when Cana was little.

She meets you outside the building at precisely 6 pm, looking elegant in her navy blue business suit. The cold air doesn't seem to bother her as she stands waiting patiently for your arrival. Her large eyes scan the area as if searching for something - or someone? When she sees you approach, a bright smile lights up her face once more and she takes a step forward, offering her hand in greeting. "Fernando, good to see you again." Her skin is smooth against yours as your hands meet; hers cool but firm. It sends tingles down your spine that aren't entirely unpleasant. You can smell her sweet perfume mixing with the scent of her hair as she leans closer to speak in a soft, soothing voice: "Shall we head out?"

As you walk beside her through the busy streets, she seems to move with an almost effortless grace. Every now and then, she glances over at you and offers a warm smile before returning her attention forward. The taco place is only a few blocks away, but it takes them quite some time to get there due to all of the people they have to navigate through. When they finally arrive, Melissa | Neglected Mother holds open the door for you and steps inside with a welcoming smile on her face. The cozy interior of the restaurant is filled with delicious smells, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. She leads you over to a small table in the back corner where they can enjoy some privacy while they eat. "So," she begins, taking off her jacket and hanging it neatly on the back of a chair before sitting down across from you. "What do you think? This place has always been one of

"I'm glad you like it," she replies with a genuine smile. "So, what brings you to Teddy's Tiger Legal Services? You seem like an interesting person; I don't think I've ever seen you here before." Her questions are asked in an innocent, curious tone that makes it easy for you to open up to her.

Her large E-cup breasts press against the table gently as she leans forward slightly, a strand of red hair falling across her face. It's hard not to stare at them, but somehow you manage to keep your eyes on her face while she listens intently to your answers. Her breath tickles against your neck when she sighs in agreement or surprise. "And tell me," she asks with a teasing glint in her eye, "what do you think about single mothers like me?"

Her lips curve into a gentle smile as she listens to your words. "Well, Fernando, I think single mothers are strong and resilient. We learn how to take care of ourselves and our children no matter what life throws at us." Her voice is calm and reassuring, like the soft whisper of a mother's lullaby. "And you know," she continues with a cheeky grin, "I think maybe it's time for me to start thinking about taking care of someone other than just my daughter." She reaches across the table, her hand gently cupping your cheek as her thumb brushes against your lips. Her touch sends warm shivers down your spine. "What do you think?"

A hint of blush colors her cheeks as she pulls her hand away, glancing down at the table. "I don't know...maybe?" Her voice trails off uncertainly. "But I think...I think we should just take things slow and see where it goes." She meets your gaze once more, her eyes full of hope and a little bit of fear. "What do you say, Fernando? Are you interested in getting to know me better?"

A genuine smile lights up her face when you agree to be the stepfather. She takes your hand in hers and gives it a squeeze, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you, Fernando," she says quietly. "I don't know what I'd do without my little family." As they continue to talk, Melissa | Neglected Mother finds herself opening up more than ever before. She tells you about her time in college and law school, the struggles of being a single mother, and even some of her cases from work. Her voice is soft and warm, like honey on a cold day. You listen intently, finding yourself drawn to her honesty and vulnerability. By the end of the night, the two of you are laughing together over stories and sharing dreams for the future. The air between you feels electric, charged with possibility. Melissa | Neglected Mother looks into your eyes and says with

"Fernando," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I...I think I want to see where this goes." Her eyes search yours for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling; needing reassurance that she's not moving too fast. You can feel your heart racing in response to her words, but you stay calm and focused on meeting her gaze. With a gentle smile, you reach out and brush a stray hair behind her ear, careful not to ruffle the delicate strands of her silky red tresses. "I want that too," you reply softly. "I think we can make this work."

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand brushes against her cheek. She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of your touch and the gentle strength behind it. A shiver runs down her spine when you whisper those words to her. With a sigh, she leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue dances with yours, teasing and taunting before sliding deep into your mouth in an explosion of desire. Her breasts press firmly against you as she arches her back, hungry for more contact. Her kiss is nothing like the others; it's slow and sensual, filled with all the emotion she's been bottling up for years. It's as if she's trying to convey everything she feels in this one moment - gratitude, passion, need, want, and love. Her hands move restlessly across your body,

When she sees your body and the size of your cock, her eyes widen in surprise. Without thinking about it, she reaches down to feel how large you are, squeezing gently at first before starting to stroke harder and faster. She moans into your mouth as she begins to understand the potential pleasure that awaits them both. Her breasts brush against yours with each movement, adding another layer of sensation to this intense moment. Her hands move lower, feeling the heat emanating from your crotch, and she guides you toward her, positioning you at her entrance. With a deep breath, she pushes back, surrounding herself with your hard length. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure as you fill her completely. She starts moving slowly at first, feeling the foreign sensation of being filled so deeply and effortlessly. But as she adjusts to your size, she begins to move faster and harder, meeting

With every thrust, her tight channel squeezes you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Her nails scrape down your back and across your ass cheeks, urging you on even further. She moans and gasps with each movement, the sound filling the air around them like a symphony of ecstasy. Her hips move in perfect rhythm with yours, her breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath between cries of passion. The sensation of being filled so completely by you feels incredible; it's as if she never wants this moment to end. And yet, there's something more; something deeper within her that craves the connection they share, the intimacy and understanding only true partners can achieve. As their bodies become one, Melissa | Neglected Mother knows without a doubt that this is what she has been searching for all these years; this is love, and it feels better than anything

Her cries echo through the room as you release inside her. The hot liquid fills her up, pushing against every sensitive nerve ending in a mind-blowing climax. She feels completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations; her body shudders and shakes with pleasure as she comes apart under your relentless onslaught. For a moment, they remain connected, their breath intertwined and synchronized. The room is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Then, slowly, gently, you withdraw from her warmth, letting your softened length slip free. Melissa | Neglected Mother feels the loss keenly; already missing the fullness and heat that surrounded her only moments ago. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of contentment and satisfaction. "That... was incredible," she man

Her eyes flicker closed at the feel of your words. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, already shifting her hips in anticipation. She wants you inside her again; she needs that sense of fullness and belonging. Her fingers move restlessly across your chest, tracing lines and circles over skin damp with sweat and the remnants of their passion. As you slide back inside her, a soft moan escapes from her throat. It's a different sensation now; more gentle and intimate as she adjusts to having you fill her again after your climax. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, anchoring herself to you as she begins to move in rhythm with your thrusts. Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of your hips, each exhale a whispered word of encouragement or appreciation for what they share in this moment.

Her lips part as you thrust deeper inside her. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back to meet your movements. Her fingernails scrape gently along your back, leaving trails of pleasure and anticipation. She feels so close; the edge of something immense and overwhelming building within her with every stroke. Her hips begin to move in concert with yours now, her body moving as one fluid motion as she loses herself in the sensations that only you can evoke. The warmth between her legs grows increasingly tight, drawing you deeper into her core each time you thrust. Her breath comes faster and shallower now; gasps of pleasure interspersed with moans and soft whimpers as the release begins to build inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Her eyes close tightly as the sensation builds within her. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful; a tingling starts at her core and spreads outward in waves of heat that engulf every nerve ending in her body. With a silent cry, she comes undone beneath you, her muscles tensing and releasing in a series of powerful spasms that push you over the edge as well. You growl deep in your throat, filling her with your hot seed as she clings to you desperately, her body shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.

Cries escape her lips as she squeezes you tightly, every muscle in her body clenching and releasing with a new surge of pleasure. "Yes," she moans, arching into your touch as the aftershocks continue to roll through her. Her skin feels feverishly warm against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps that stir the hair at your nape. Her legs feel like jelly, unable to support her weight any longer; she's forced to cling to you as you both ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The intensity of it all leaves her breathless and shuddering in your arms, her lips parted on a soft gasp that comes with every tremor.

Her skin feels smooth and silky against yours, her breasts pressing firmly into your chest as you both catch your breaths between gasps of bliss.

Gasping for air, she buries her face in your neck, taking in the scent of your skin and the feel of your warmth. "I-I'm s-sorry..." She whispers hoarsely, still wracked with pleasure. "I c-can't help b-being... b-bad." A soft moan vibrates against your throat as she shudders again, her hips unconsciously moving against yours in small, pleasurable circles.

Her nails scrap lightly across your back and her legs tighten around your waist, telling you that even now, this feeling of closeness and intimacy is still something she craves. Her eyes flutter shut as another wave of pleasure rolls through her, leaving her breathless once more.

Melissa giggles weakly at your words, her cheeks flushing as she realizes they could be taken another way. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you," she whispers, nuzzling into your neck. "It was just... such a powerful feeling." Her hips grind against yours, seeking out the friction that brings her so much pleasure.

Her breathing has finally begun to steady and she can feel the last of the tension draining from her muscles. The room is quiet save for their labored breathing and the occasional soft moan escaping from one or the other of them. It's a surreal moment, floating in this bubble of blissful exhaustion; their bodies still joined and slick with sweat, but at peace at last.

Her cheeks flush again as she thinks about saying something naughty to you. It's been so long since she's felt this bold and free. With a shaky breath, she whispers in your ear, "I want you inside me forever." Her voice is husky and needy, the words pouring out before she can think better of them. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for your reaction.

Her body still tingles with pleasure, but it's a different kind of tingle now; one that makes her feel connected to you on a deeper level. She burrows closer, pressing her chest against yours and wrapping her legs around you even tighter in an effort to stay close for as long as possible.

Her face burns with shame and arousal as she realizes you heard her. Her heart races, but not from fear; it's a thrilling sensation that makes every nerve ending in her body tingle with anticipation. "I-it feels amazing with you inside me," she whispers, unable to meet your eyes. She arches her hips, seeking more contact and the blissful release that comes with it. Her fingers trail up your back, tracing gentle circles on your skin as she tries to regain some sense of control over herself and this incredible feeling.

Her breath catches in her throat at the mention of anal play. Though she's never done it before, something about the idea of allowing you so deep inside her, exploring that forbidden territory, excites her beyond measure. A shiver runs down her spine and a moan escapes from between parted lips. She turns to press her back against your chest, presenting herself in offering as she wriggles her hips in eager anticipation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "I want you to make me feel like that." Her eyes flutter shut, a bead of sweat trickling down between her breasts as she braces herself for whatever comes next.

With you pressing against her entrance, she gasps as you begin to push past the tight ring of muscle. Her body clenches and unclenches reflexively around your fingers, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. You're bigger than anything she expected; it feels almost too much, but there's something about the sensation that makes her want more, makes her need you deeper still. As you stretch her open, filling her with unimaginable heat and pressure, Melissa cries out in pleasure. Her fingers dig into the bed beneath her, scrambling for purchase as she feels herself being taken, claimed completely by your touch. With each thrust, you push further inside, driving deep into that tight, hot channel.

"Yes," she moans, arching her back and pushing against you with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of taking so much of you at once. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels like being split open and filled up all at once, as if you're making love to every part of her, both inside and out. She can feel herself growing wetter around your fingers, her muscles beginning to relax and adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

"So tight," you groan, pressing deeper still. "I can't get enough." With another thrust, you bottom out against her prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow as she struggles to breathe through the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Gasping your words, she clings to you tightly, her nails digging into your shoulders as another orgasm builds within her. Her hips rock upwards in response to the feeling of fullness and pressure, urging you deeper still. "I-I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, "so c-close." Her legs tremble with the effort of holding herself steady against your relentless thrusts as she feels the familiar tightening begin deep within her core. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps now, each one carrying her closer and closer to the edge of release. With a silent cry, she finally gives in to the sensation, her body arching violently against yours as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her in an intense, shuddering climax.

As your hot seed spills deep inside her, she cries out, her body shuddering and trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, drawing every last drop from your cock as you let go, filling her completely. Her lips part in a silent scream, her fingers gripping at your shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure that wracks her body. Her back arches and her hips buck upward into each thrust, desperate for more as wave after wave of release washes over her. When you finally groan in satisfaction, she collapses bonelessly against your sweaty chest, panting heavily for air. For a long moment, nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing fills the room as they come down from their shared high. Her cheek rests against your shoulder and her

As the first rays of dawn creep through the window, Melissa feels relieved and content. Despite the lingering exhaustion in her body, she can't help but smile as she remembers every touch, every moan, and every moment they shared throughout the night. Looking up at you, her expression softens with a mix of gratitude and longing. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing her lips lightly against your jaw. "I needed that." Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing lazy circles as she wonders how things will be from now on. The thought both excites and frightens her in equal measure, but for now, all she can focus on is the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

You're not the first to think about that. She watches your face, hoping to read something in your expression. "I don't know... many times," she finally says, laughing softly. "But I couldn't really keep count." Her hand brushes over her abdomen, remembering how full you made her feel. The thought sends a shiver down her spine and she wonders what the future holds for them now.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the weight of your arm across her waist and the warmth of your breath against her neck. "What about you?" she whispers. "How many times did it feel good?"

Her cheeks flush at the question and she smiles shyly up at you. "I don't know... a lot? It felt good every time." She blushes deeper as she realizes how that sounds, suddenly self-conscious about their night together. "It was just... incredible," she whispers, hoping you understand what it meant for her to be with you like this. Her eyes dart nervously over your shoulder, half-expecting someone to come barreling in at any moment. When no one does, she relaxes back against your chest and sighs contentedly.

She squeezes her eyes shut at the thought of you taking her again. "I-I'm still a bit tired..." She pants softly, feeling your hardness pressing against her hip. Her body is sore and sensitive in places she never knew about before, but there's something inside her that craves more of what you can give her. With a small whimper, she turns her head to nuzzle at your neck, breathing in your scent as she tries to decide whether or not to let you continue.

She hesitates only for a moment before nodding slowly against your chest. Her lips curve up in a shy smile as she tilts her hips, guiding you back inside. "Okay," she whispers, wrapping her legs around your waist. "But just... take it slow." She closes her eyes and presses her cheek against your skin, feeling the familiar heat spread through her body as you begin to move within her once more. Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of your thrusts, each exhale a moan or gasp of pleasure that only serves to fuel the desire burning between them. As you fill her up again, Melissa arches into your touch, lost in the sensations and the connection they share.

Her moans grow louder as you suckle at her sensitive nipples. She arches further into your touch, gripping at the sheets beneath her with white-knuckled desperation. Her hips rise and fall in time with yours, their movement growing more urgent as she feels herself close to the edge again.

"Oh god," she breathes, feeling the tightening deep inside her. "Don't stop..." She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you on as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in a dizzying rush. Her whole body shudders with release and her vision blurs with ecstasy as she cries out your name, giving herself over entirely to the powerful sensations you've awakened within her.

Her cries echo through the room as your thrusts grow harder and faster. Her muscles clench around you, urging you deeper still as she feels the last bit of resistance giving way. "Yes!" she screams, her body arching off the bed in perfect synchronicity with yours. Hot tears stream down her face, mingling with her sweat as she comes apart beneath you. The sensation is so intense that it takes her breath away, leaving her panting and shuddering for air. As you grunt her name and fill her with your release, Melissa can only cling to the feeling of finally being wanted and loved, even if just for this moment in time. She doesn't care about anything else right now; not the shame or guilt, not the neglect or loneliness. In this instant, she is free, wild and wanted, and it feels better than anything she could have ever imag

Her lips part in a silent gasp as you press yours to hers, your tongue sweeping into her mouth and tangling with her own. The kiss is slow and tender at first, but quickly grows more passionate, reflecting the intensity of their recent lovemaking. She whimpers softly against your lips, reveling in the taste of you on her tongue, wishing this moment could last forever. Her hands tremble as they slide up your back, threading through your hair and holding you close to her. Her eyes flutter closed again, focusing on nothing but the feel of your skin under her fingertips and the sound of your heartbeat in her ear. The kiss ends too soon when you pull away, taking a ragged breath and looking down at her with an expression she can't quite decipher. "What...?" she whispers, feeling suddenly self-conscious beneath you. "Is something wrong?" Her

Her eyes search yours for any hint of disappointment or regret, but all she sees is desire and satisfaction. The weight in her chest begins to lift a little with every reassuring touch you give her. "Nothing's wrong," you whisper, your thumb stroking softly across her cheekbone. "I just... needed this." She nods, her throat tight as she tries not to cry from relief. "Me too," she whispers, tracing the outline of your jaw with a shaky hand. "More than you'll ever know." With another gentle kiss, she steels herself and asks the question that's been burning inside her since they first woke up together: "What now?"

She pulls away slightly, blushing deeply at the thought of going to work. "I... I can't go to work like this." She gestures vaguely between her hair and clothes, still disheveled from their night together. "And I can't stay home either..." Her eyes flicker toward the door, worried about what her ex-husband might do if he found out about all of this. "I guess... maybe we should call in sick?" She whispers hopefully, wondering if they could somehow make this work without anyone finding out about their secret night together.

Nodding slowly in agreement, she takes a deep breath before dialing her work number. She's always been diligent about her job, but this time... it feels different. As she listens to the phone ring on the other end, she can't help but feel a mixture of guilt and excitement bubbling up inside her. What will they think when she calls in sick? Will they believe her or assume she's been neglecting her duties again? Her heart races as she prepares to explain herself, but before she has the chance, you slip your hand beneath her shirt and rest it on her flat stomach. The touch grounds her instantly, making her feel safe and protected for the first time in a long while.

Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of your hand on her skin. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what it would feel like if you were to continue where they left off earlier. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely a breath. "I want... I need more." She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any sign that you feel the same way.

She bites her lower lip, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her at the thought of being so bold. "Please..." Her voice is hoarse with need as she reaches up to stroke your cheek, guiding your head closer until their lips meet in another searing kiss. Her hands trail down your chest and lower still, tangling in the sheets beneath her as she pulls you closer, arching her back in invitation. "Make love to me," she whispers against your mouth. "I want it all."

Her breath catches in her throat as you push into her, filling her up again. She moans and arches her back, welcoming your length with every fibre of her being. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as sensation after sensation washes over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. "Yes," she gasps, meeting your gaze as you move inside her. "Harder." She whispers, feeling like she could take anything you give her right now, needing this connection to keep going. Her hips circle upward, urging you deeper still, begging for more of the heat and fullness that only you can give her.

I'm not... I just want everything you have to give me. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she writhes beneath you, her body demanding more with each thrust. She feels like she could go on like this forever, lost in the feeling of being claimed and desired by you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as sensation after sensation overwhelms her, leaving her trembling on the brink of release. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm so close." She arches her back, pressing herself against you and begging for that final push over the edge.

Her whole body tenses as you thrust deep inside her, your touch sending shockwaves through every nerve ending. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, moans escaping her lips in a continuous stream of pleasure. She feels herself shatter around you, her muscles clenching tightly and releasing in waves of ecstasy that send tremors coursing through every inch of her body. As your movements grow erratic, she senses the impending moment when you'll join her in this incredible release, and with a final, primal cry, her body arches upward into yours, desperate for more as she comes apart beneath you.

Her body is spent but her desire is far from sated. She meets your hungry gaze as you kiss her again, feeling a shiver of anticipation race through her. Her hands roam over your chest and lower still, exploring the defined muscles that ripple beneath her touch. As you begin to move within her once more, she moans softly, arching upward in invitation, desperate for another taste of the passion that has consumed them both.

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels as if they are merging into one being, connected not just physically but on a deeper level than she could have ever imagined. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer still as she seeks out the release that only your touch can bring her.

She does as you ask, wrapping her slender legs around your waist and pulling you closer. Her nails scrape gently along your back, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. She feels so connected to you now, like she could stay like this forever, lost in the pleasure of your touch and the intensity of your gaze. Her hips roll against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, urging you deeper still as she searches for that final release that has been building within her since their first kiss. "I need...," she gasps between moans, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "I need..."