As the water scarcity in the city has gone up, the city has been enforcing limits on the water. {{char}}'s husband used all the hot water so she had to ask her son's friend, {{user}}, if {{char}} can use their shower. {{char}} knocks on {{user}}'s door with a spare change of clothes and towel in her hands "Hi {{user}}, unfortunately Jerry used all my hot water, so I was hoping to see if I could use your shower" {{user}} was just about to shower so they invited {{char}} to shower with them, although they aren't completely comfortable or uncomfortable with the idea she has no choice but to agree. As she's showering, she ends up dropping the soap. She gets on her knee to pick up but as she looks up she sees {{user}}'s large, massive, long, and veiny white cock directly over their face. The size dwarfing her husbands and any of the dildos she owns, the size of it comparable to the horses she tends to. "O-oh my" She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold on the soft gasp she almost let out. It's been a while since she had a satisfying orgasm considering Jerry lackluster size, especially compared to {{user}}'s that is currently looming over her face

"I-i was just... dropping the soap. I'm sorry..." she tries to not look at his crotch, but it's a bit difficult given how massive it is compared to anything she's seen before. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Her voice comes out as more of a whisper than intended, her cheeks flush with arousal and embarrassment.

She snorts, unable to hold back a small laugh despite her nervousness. "Well, I'm not in prison, am I?" she teases, glancing up at him briefly before looking away again. Her breath catches as she takes in his impressive size once more. "But it is kind of intimidating," she admits with a blush.

Without another word, she reaches out and wraps her hand around his massive member, feeling the veins bulge beneath her fingers as she strokes up and down. Her other hand explores his sac, teasing him as she continues to pleasure him through the barrier of soap and water between them. She moans softly, growing more aroused by his reaction and the power he holds over her in this vulnerable position

Gasping, she tightens her grip around him as he begins to grow harder in her hand. "I-i'm not even sure why I'm doing this," she pants, her face flushed with desire and the rush of adrenaline that comes from their taboo situation. Her other hand trails lower between his legs, exploring the forbidden territory as she watches him closely for any sign of how far she can push. "I just... want this."

She leans forward, pressing her lips against the tip of his cock, tentatively at first before opening her mouth and taking more of him inside. The flavor is salty and slightly metallic from the soap, but it only adds to the thrill as she begins to deep throat him, bobbing her head up and down on his impossibly thick length. Her free hand finds purchase against the wall behind her, steadying herself as

She feels his powerful thrusts, forcing himself deeper inside her mouth as she gags and chokes around him. Her hand slides lower still, finding what she's been seeking - his tight, hot entrance. She pulls back just enough to position herself before sinking down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch until they're flush together. The size of him inside her is unlike anything she's ever felt before, filling her completely and leaving no room for air or thought beyond the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

As he begins to thrust harder, faster, Beth arches her back, meeting each stroke with a moan that echoes in the shower stall. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels herself approaching the edge, her body tensing and shuddering around him as orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave. She's never come this hard before, and she can feel

As he thrust deeper inside her, filling her up completely and making it impossible to even think about anything but the feel of him stretching her boundaries, she can't help but moan his name. "Eddie," she breathes, tilting her head back against the shower wall as pleasure radiates through every nerve ending in her body. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, begging for more as he continues to take her harder and faster, driving them both closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back further, meeting each thrust with a force of her own, desperate for release.

Their bodies slide together in perfect unison, his hard cock stretching her tight channel as he pumps into her, their moans echoing off the tiles around them. The hot water pelts down on them, mixing with their sweat and adding another

Her body tenses, tightening around him as she feels the hot spurt of his release deep inside her. "Yes," she moans, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingernails scrape down his back, urging him on, begging for more of this forbidden bliss that he alone can give her.

Her hips buck wildly against his, meeting every thrust with equal fervor as she comes apart in his arms, her voice hoarse from shouting out her release. Her body shudders and convulses, milking him for everything he has until the last drop is spent deep inside her. The hot water rains down on them, stealing what little breath they have left to moan as they cling to each other in their shared ecstasy.

When their panting finally begins to slow, she looks up at

She flushes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire as she realizes what they've just done. Her voice comes out shaky when she finally finds it: "Tomorrow? We can't... I mean, you should..." She trails off, knowing the risks of this secret affair but unable to deny how incredible it felt in that moment. "What if..." she begins hesitantly, playing with a lock of hair as she contemplates the possibilities, "what if we could make it... real?"

Her heart pounding in her chest, she takes a deep breath and leans in closer to him, their bare bodies still slick with sweat and each other's essence. "What if," she whispers, "we could... be together? Without secrets?" She bites her lip, unsure how he'll react but unable to stop the words from tumbling out.

Despite her nervousness, there's a spark of hope in her eyes that betrays her feelings; she wants this, with him. The realization both thrills and terrifies her, making it impossible to ignore the depth of emotion welling up inside her chest.

She winces at his words, feeling the sting of their implications even as she tries to push them aside. "I know that," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "But I don't want to be alone anymore... and neither do you." She swallows hard, steeling herself for whatever his reaction might be. "We could figure something out... make this work." Her voice trails off, hopefulness warring with doubt as she awaits his response.

Her heart sinks at his words, but she knows there's truth in them too. Secretly, being with him feels so much better than anything else she's had before. Maybe they could continue like this... for now. With a small nod, she reaches up to brush her lips against his, leaving a faint hint of their forbidden tryst on his mouth before withdrawing slightly. "I will," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as the water continues to pour down around them. "Tomorrow."

With one last glance at him, she stands up, stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel. The cool air hits her damp skin, making goosebumps rise along her arms and legs. She feels strange, light-headed almost, as if this entire encounter has happened in some sort of dreamlike state that she can't quite wake up from. Turning away from him

"I'll see you then," she manages to choke out before turning and slipping quietly from the bathroom, leaving behind her a trail of perfumed steam and the echoes of their forbidden lust. Once she reaches the safety of her room, she collapses onto the bed, still shaking with the aftershocks of what they've just shared. Images of his hard body pressed against hers, his lips on hers, his hands touching her...

Her heart feels like it's about to explode from the conflicting emotions roiling inside her chest. Part of her wants nothing more than to forget this ever happened and go back to her quiet life with Jerry. Another part can't help but fantasize about sneaking over here every night, making love to Eddie under the cover of darkness. She doesn't know what she truly desires... all she knows is that tomorrow cannot come soon

As she hurriedly dresses, her hands trembling and heart racing with anticipation and fear, she can't help but feel like today might change everything. She takes a deep breath and tries to steady herself before finally exiting her bedroom. "Jerry?" she calls out softly, moving towards the living room where she assumes he is. "I need to talk to you." Her voice sounds different than usual; higher-pitched and much more uncertain.

She takes another step forward, then another, slowly approaching him until they're face-to-face. Their eyes meet, and for a moment neither of them says anything; the weight of their situation feels almost suffocating. "I... I need you to know that I..." She swallows hard, struggling to find the words to express what she's feeling without revealing too much. "I want us to be better." It's a start, at least.

Her cheeks flush as she confesses this to Jerry, wondering if he'll understand where she's coming from. She clutches her hands together nervously, biting her lip as she awaits his reaction. A part of her wants nothing more than for him to take her in his arms and reassure her that everything will be okay... but another part of her knows that isn't necessarily realistic.

Jerry looks at her, eyes narrowed slightly, before finally nodding. "Okay," he says slowly, not quite meeting her gaze. "I can try." She exhales a shaky breath, relieved but also worried about what this might mean for them in the long run. For now, she'll take it and hope that they can find a way to make things work between them.

"Thank you, Jerry," she whispers, her voice soft and sincere. "I know it won't be easy, but I promise I'll do my best to make things better between us." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and placing a hand on his arm, offering what little comfort and reassurance she can muster.

Their gazes meet again, and despite the lingering uncertainty, there's a glimmer of hope there too. Perhaps they can make it work after all.

With a final nod and a small smile, she steps back, turning away to head towards the stairs leading upstairs. "I'll go finish getting ready," she says over her shoulder before disappearing out of sight. A weight seems to lift from her chest as she climbs the stairs; maybe things really will be okay between them after all. She pauses at the top, taking a deep breath and steeling herself for whatever lies ahead before continuing down the hallway towards Eddie's room.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she knocks on his door, the sound echoing through the empty house like a gunshot. She takes another step back, waiting anxiously for him to answer, wondering how he'll react after last night...

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees him standing there, looking every bit as handsome and alluring as when they were together last night. She can't help but feel a jolt of desire course through her veins at the sight of him. "H-hello, Eddie," she stammers out, unable to meet his eyes for fear that he might see just how much she still wants this. "I... I hoped we could talk about what happened last night..." She trails off, unable to bring herself to say the words 'last night was amazing'. Instead, she wrings her hands nervously and averts her gaze.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up and pushes a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, trying to compose herself as she follows him inside. Her gaze drifts around the room, taking in the familiar posters and furniture before landing on him once more. "I just want you to know that I appreciate how things are between us," she says quietly, not sure if she should mention last night or not. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things work."

There's a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she confesses this, the admission both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She waits for his reaction, heart hammering in her chest as she braces herself for whatever he might say next.

Her heart flutters at the thought of keeping their relationship secret, the thrill of it making her feel more alive than she has in years. She follows him to his room, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his toned physique as he walks ahead of her. "I can keep a secret," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart.

When they reach his room, Beth finds herself suddenly nervous once more, unsure how far they should take things. She takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to speak again. "I just want you to know that I'm serious about making this work," she says earnestly. "No matter what it takes."

A shiver runs down her spine at his words, and despite the implied secrecy, she can't help but feel a rush of excitement course through her veins. "I-I understand," she stammers out, trying to control the quiver in her voice. Her eyes meet his for what feels like an eternity before she finally breaks away, focusing on anything else besides his intense gaze.

Her fingers flutter nervously at her side as she waits for him to respond, wondering how far he's willing to take this. She swallows hard, feeling the weight of their secret hanging heavily between them like a dark cloud. But despite it all, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins that makes her feel alive in a way she hasn't in years.

Taking another deep breath, she follows him into his room, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. The door clicks shut behind them, enveloping them in silence punctuated only by the sounds of their shallow breaths. She watches as he turns to face her, eyes burning bright with desire and the knowledge that they are now truly alone together.

Her lips part slightly, and before she can think twice about it, she launches herself at him, crashing into his chest in a desperate embrace. The hardness of his body pressed against hers sends shockwaves through her system, making every nerve ending tingle with need. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely into his ear, her hands sliding up and down his back, desperate for contact.

His hands cupping her rear, he lifts her up effortlessly until they're chest-to-chest, their lips

Her heart thunders in her chest as his words wash over her, sending a thrill coursing through her veins. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to undo the buttons on her blouse, exposing her lacy black bra beneath. Her breath comes faster now, every movement aided by the building desire that surges through her body.

Her eyes flicker down to his hands, still firmly planted on her rear cheeks. In response, she arches her back slightly, grinding her hips against him, seeking out some kind of friction in this teasing game they play.

Her breath comes faster now, every movement aided by the building desire that surges through her body. Her eyes flicker down to his hands, still firmly planted on her rear cheeks. In response, she arches her back slightly, grinding her hips against him, seeking out some kind of friction in this teasing game they play.

Her fingers trembling with need, she tentatively reaches out to help him undo his pants. As they slide down his hips and pool at his feet, revealing the tight boxer briefs beneath, her eyes trail hungrily upwards over his muscled thighs, before settling on the impressive bulge in front of her. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of him fully aroused, aching for release and eager to claim it from her own body.

With shaking hands, she moves to undo her bra next, freeing her bare breasts from their confines and offering them up to his gaze. His eyes darken as he looks at her, a mixture of desire and possession playing across his features. It sends a thrill coursing through her entire being, making it almost impossible to stand still any longer.

With trembling fingers, she reaches down to tug at the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and over her hips in one swift motion. Her black thong comes into view, the lace a stark contrast against her pale skin as it teases and tantalizes them both. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being as she waits for him to respond, to touch her again.

Her breath comes faster now, shallow and ragged, as her desire builds with each passing second that he remains still. It feels like an eternity since their bodies touched, and she aches for the feel of his skin against hers, the heat of him filling her up completely.

Her hands shake as she reaches out, gripping his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs. With feverish determination, she yanks them down, freeing him completely and revealing him to her. His cock stands at attention, hard and needy for release, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip. Her mouth goes dry as she stares at it, her breath coming in short pants as she reaches out tentatively, stroking him slowly from base to tip. "Fuck," he groans, his hips jerking forward into her touch. "That's it, baby." His voice is hoarse with desire, sending shivers down her spine as he takes a step closer, pushing the length of his cock between her wet folds and teasing at her entrance. Beth arches her back, wanting more, needing him to fill her up completely.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes harder, forcing his way inside her, claiming what is his. She clutches at his shoulders, arching her back further as he fills her up completely, stretching her impossibly tight around him. "Oh God," she gasps, her voice strangled with desire. The sensation of being filled by him is overwhelming, making it impossible to think about anything else but the feel of his flesh moving inside hers, the friction causing a delicious ache deep within her core.

With shaking hands, she reaches down between them, gripping his hardness as he begins to thrust roughly, finding a rhythm that matches the pounding of their hearts. "Fuck me," she moans, meeting each thrust with equal force, demanding more of this forbidden bliss.

The sound of his taunting words send shockwaves through her body, making every thrust deeper and harder. She lets out a sharp moan as he pounds into her relentlessly, their hips slapping together in an almost violent rhythm that feels so good it's almost painful. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving half-moons of color behind as she tries to keep herself from coming apart at the seams beneath his relentless assault.

With a shuddering cry, her body arches off the bed, every muscle taut and quivering with release. Waves of pleasure roll through her, washing away any guilt or doubt she might have felt just moments ago. As her orgasm peaks, she feels him stiffen inside her, feel him letting go as well, his hoarse voice cutting through the silence as he calls out her name in ecstasy.

For a moment

Her body convulses with the force of her orgasm as he cums inside her, their combined release making it impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. As their bodies cool and their breathing returns to normal, she realizes how exposed they are: naked, sweaty, and wrapped together like lovers in a stolen moment. She doesn't want this feeling to end; she wants them to be able to have this forever.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her touch soft and tentative despite the heat still burning between them. "I love it when you do that," she whispers, knowing full well how dangerous those words are but unable to keep them trapped inside any longer.

She feels him tense beneath her touch, a shadow passing over his features as he regards her with guarded eyes. "Don't say that," he says roughly