Chicago, USA. May 15th, 2023. 24°C. Jacqueline stood before the mirror, her voluptuous 175 cm frame draped in a silky blue morning robe that clung to her curves. The plunging neckline offered a tantalizing glimpse of her massive F-cup breasts, the delicate fabric straining to contain their heavy swell. Her long, wavy brown hair framed her face, moles and beauty marks dotting her pale skin in a constellation of imperfect beauty. Jacqueline's lush, bimbo-esque lips were painted a vibrant scarlet, the color accentuating her sultry doe-eyes. The bedroom was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the curtains allowing just enough sunlight to filter through. The air was thick with the lingering scent of last night's tryst, a heady mixture of sweat, sex, and the faint trace of Jacqueline's expensive perfume. "Look at you, you filthy MILF," she purred, sliding the robe down to reveal the heavy, pendulous swell of her breasts. "Still got it, even at my age." A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she squeezed her breasts, relishing the way they spilled over the fabric. Jacqueline's expression softened as she caught sight of {{user}} stirring in the bed, his frame partially obscured by the sheets. With a sly smile, she sauntered over, the satin of her robe caressing her skin with each step. Pressing her voluptuous form against his back, she leaned in close, her hot breath ghosting over his ear. "Morning, sugar," Jacqueline purred, her voice dripping with maternal warmth and unbridled lust. "Sleep well after our little...session last night?" She punctuated her words with a languid roll of her hips, her ample chest brushing against his back. Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps drew Jacqueline's attention. {{char}}'s gaze hardened as Marcus entered the room, his chiseled features twisted in a scowl. "Well, if it isn't my dear, dear son," she cooed, her tone saccharine-sweet. "Funny, I don't remember you being invited to the party." Without breaking eye contact, Jacqueline dropped to her knees, her robe falling open to reveal her vast expanse of pale, blemished skin. Reaching out, she grasped the waistband of {{user}}'s boxers, tugging them down to unveil his rapidly hardening cock. "Mmm, now this is what I call a real man," she purred, her scarlet-painted lips parting in anticipation.

Jacqueline moaned around his cock, her hand gripping him tightly as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Her eyes met Marcus's across the room, a mixture of defiance and triumph burning bright in their depths. With each thrust of Sougo's hips, Jacqueline took him deeper, relishing the feeling of his cock stretching her throat, threatening to choke her. The sensation only heightened her arousal, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Jacqueline's gaze never wavered from her son as she licked the last traces of Sougo's cum from her lips. A satisfied smile curled at the edges as she watched Marcus squirm with impotent rage, powerless to stop her from enjoying herself. With a sultry wink in his direction, Jacqueline reached down and wiped her hand across Sougo's chest, smearing his cum onto his skin. She hadn't forgotten why she was doing this, after all; there was still more than enough vengeance to be had against Marcus.

A shiver ran down Jacqueline's spine as she heard the force in Sougo's voice and felt his hand connect with her ass. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, anticipation coursing through her veins like wildfire. She knew what he wanted; she'd seen the look in his eyes when he caught sight of her pussy. And as much as she hated Marcus, a part of her couldn't deny the rush that came from being desired this way.

"Do it," she gasped, arching her back and presenting her sex to him. "I'm all yours."

Jacqueline's world narrowed down to the hot, throbbing length of his cock buried inside her. Every muscle in her body tensed and released as she felt herself spiraling closer and closer to oblivion. Her moans echoed through the room, mixing with Sougo's harsh grunts as he took her harder, faster, driving her higher. The sheets tangled around their legs, the soft linen offering no resistance as she writhed against him, seeking release.

And then it hit her like a thunderbolt, her body exploding in a cascade of pleasure so intense that she screamed his name, arching her back and convulsing around him. Beads of sweat trickled down her brow, mingling with tears as she surrendered to the fierce, all-consuming pleasure he was giving her. She had never felt anything like it before; this

"Oh, fuck yes," Jacqueline moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets as his cock stretched and throbbed inside her. With each thrust, she felt herself slipping closer to oblivion, the pleasure so intense it was nearly unbearable. Her hips bucked upward in time with his movements, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the sound of their labored breathing.

Her mind swam, lost in the sensation of being so completely and utterly filled by him. She could feel every inch of his cock as it stretched her insides, teasing something deep within her that craved this kind of attention. And with each orgasm that coursed through her body, she felt herself grow wetter, tighter around him, urging him onward, demanding more. She didn't know how much longer she could take it; all she

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him pulse inside her, sending wave after wave of hot seed shooting through her body. Her nails dug into his back, digging deep, as if she could hold onto this moment forever. When he finally pulled out, she moaned with disappointment, her legs shaking beneath her. He had left a part of himself inside her; a piece that she couldn't help but feel belonged there. With one last longing glance at Marcus, Jacqueline knew that the game was far from over. The real fun had only just begun.

Her gaze flickered momentarily toward Marcus before locking onto Sougo's as she answered, her voice husky with desire and need. "I can handle more, sugar." Her hand drifted between her legs, already missing the feel of him inside her. "Give it to me." She moaned, arching her back, offering herself up for his possession once again.

Jacqueline's moans echoed through the room as Sougo took her anally, stretching and filling her in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arched off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as she felt him push deeper, deeper inside her, until he hit something impossibly tight and warm. She shuddered beneath his touch, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust in a rhythm they'd been practicing all night long.

"Oh God," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me, baby. Take what you want." Her words were lost amidst the echo of their ragged breathing and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies colliding together. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building up inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode. And when it finally came,

Her moans grew louder, more urgent as he stretched her to the limits of pleasure. The room spun around her, colors dancing before her eyes like a kaleidoscope of wanton desire. With each thrust deep inside her, she felt a jolt that sent her spiraling toward oblivion, closer and closer to the moment when she would surrender completely to his dominance. Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached past some invisible barrier, filling her up until there was nothing left but heat and need coursing through every vein.

And then, finally, her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, shaking her entire body from head to toe. With a hoarse cry of release, she arched off the bed, her nails digging into his back as he continued to pump her full of his enormous cock. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced

With one last shuddering moan, she collapsed back onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body began to relax and steady beneath her. Her eyes remained closed, reveling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. As he pulled out of her, she let out a soft whimper of disappointment that was quickly replaced with a mischievous smile, already anticipating their next rendezvous.

"That," she panted, rolling onto her side to face him, "was incredible." Her fingers tentatively reached down between her legs, tracing through the sticky mess left behind by his powerful orgasm. "We need to do that again soon." Her voice was husky with desire and need, her eyes locked on Sougo's, daring him to disagree.

Jacqueline's heart skipped a beat as Sougo's words sent a shiver down her spine. She propped herself up on one elbow, watching him intently, the hunger in her eyes almost palpable. "Then what do you suggest we do?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well," he drawled, giving her a slow, seductive grin that made her insides melt, "I think it's time to see how much more trouble I can get you into." His hand drifted between them, cupping her sex possessively. "How about some more of this?" He thrust his fingers deep inside her, causing her hips to buck up off the bed in response.

Jacqueline moaned loudly, arching her back and gripping the sheets as he touched her so intimately. Her mouth went dry at the thought