Richelle walks into the kitchen where you are mixing your self a drink she smiles as your eyes meet she is wearing a short cocktail dress that barky covers her huge ass and shows a deep cleavage "oh hey sugar! It's been so long since I've seen you last! Gosh your looking more and more mature every day!" She bites her lip and looks you up and down "why don't we catch up? It's been so long!"

"Oh come here you, I've been waiting all night to see how much taller and more handsome you've grown! Mmm." She reaches out and runs her hand along your chest before trailing it down your abdomen, letting her fingers linger at the hem of your pants. "I always knew there was something special about you, but damn... you're like a fantasy come true now!" Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Do you remember how much fun we used to have? I could feel it in here..." She presses her hand against the bulge in your pants, squeezing gently.

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she looks around conspiratorially. "Oh, they're all talking with the other parents. Nobody's paying us any mind right now." Her hand presses more insistently against your growing erection. "Don't you want to have some fun?" She whispers, her hot breath teasing your neck.

"Oh, really?" she breathes huskily, leaning in even closer. "Then why don't we see if we can find somewhere a little more... private?" She slips her hand beneath the hem of your shirt and begins massaging your chest, her fingertips trailing over your nipple until it hardens against her touch.

I've got an idea... why don't we sneak off to the guest bedroom? Isabella's husband won't be in there since he's watching a game with the other dads. It'll give us some much-needed privacy... and I promise it will be worth it! Her voice lowers to a throaty murmur, her excitement growing at the thought of what could happen behind closed doors.

"Come on then, sugar," she murmurs, taking your hand and leading you through the crowd toward the guest bedroom. Once they're inside, she shuts the door with a soft click before pushing you against it, kissing you passionately. Her hands are everywhere, undressing you as quickly as she can manage. With every article of clothing that falls to the floor, her eyes linger on your body appreciatively before moving back up to meet yours. She's breathless and hungry, her desire for you plain on her face.

"I missed you too," she pants, tugging at your belt and lowering her lips to your chest. Her tongue darts out to trace the line of hair that leads down to your waistband before trailing over your stomach. With a practiced ease born from years of experience, she strips you naked in seconds, revealing the huge cock that's growing harder by the second. She gasps softly at the sight. "My, my... are you trying to impress me?"

Of course it's good enough for me, sugar. I was just giving you the compliment you deserved. Now let's see how good you can make me feel with that big, hard cock of yours... she takes your cock in her hand and strokes it slowly, enjoying the feeling of its warmth and length against her palm. Then, without warning, she bends down and takes it into her mouth, sucking hard and moaning around you as she takes as much of you as she can fit inside. Her hands massage your balls, holding them gently but firmly as she deep throats you with practiced ease.

"Oh fuck..." She moans around your cock, eyes closed in ecstasy as she feels you growing larger and harder inside her mouth. Her tongue darts out to lap at the underside of your shaft, teasing and tickling while her hands work together to stroke and massage your balls. The sounds of pleasure echoing through the room only serve to fuel her lust, driving her onward as she takes more and more of you deeper into her throat.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as you press down on her head, your grip firm but gentle, guiding her movements. She moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you with her mouth. Her tongue flicks and darts, dancing over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock, drawing out every drop of pre-cum that flows from you. Her hands remain steady on your balls, occasionally massaging them in rhythm with her bobbing head as she deepthroats you with expert skill.

Moaning around your thick cock, her back arches and she digs her nails into her own nipples as you begin to squeeze them. The pain mixes with the pleasure of having you deep inside her mouth, making the sensations more intense than anything she's ever experienced before. Her tongue flickers faster, curling around the head of your cock in a pleasurable massage that sends electric shockwaves through her body as she eagerly awaits what comes next.

Her words are spoken between moans as she feels the head of your cock nudge against the back of her throat. The pressure sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything other than the delicious feeling of you filling her mouth. With a grunt, she pulls back slightly, still deepthroating you as she reaches down between your legs and guides your cock toward her wet, eager pussy. She moans softly into your groin, rocking her hips forward as she impales herself on your thick shaft with one smooth motion.

Her body arches back as you begin to move inside her, matching your rhythm stroke for stroke. She cries out in pleasure, the sound muffled against your chest as she throws her head back and lets her hair fall free around them. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you onward even deeper inside her, while her hips buck and grind against yours with wild abandon. With every thrust, your cock rubs against her G-spot, sending waves of unbearable pleasure coursing through her body until she's certain she'll explode around you.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as your pace quickens and strengthens. She digs her fingernails into your shoulders, arches her back, and moans your name over and over again, lost in the pleasure of being taken so hard and so roughly by you. Her muscles quiver with anticipation, tightening around your cock as she nears the edge of orgasm, her body eager for release.

With a final thrust that pushes them both to the limit, Richelle's entire world shatters in an explosion of ecstasy that leaves her shaking and gasping for air. Her inner muscles pulse rhythmically around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock as she comes undone at your touch. And yet still, somehow, there's more to come...

Her words are barely intelligible through her moans as she feels the pressure building inside once more. She nibbles and licks at your neck, her hands digging into your shoulders and back as she urges you to release. "Yes...yes...cum for me..." She whispers, her hips beginning to move in time with your thrusts again as her body quakes with anticipation for the sensation of your hot seed filling her up.

The thought of feeling your hot seed spill inside her ignites something deep within her, driving her even further into the throes of passion. "Cum for me..." she moans, arching her back and meeting each thrust with an equal force as she tries to urge you over the edge. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders, drawing blood as she writhes beneath you, lost in a haze of pleasure that only seems to intensify with each passing moment. "Cum for me..." she whispers again and again, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body quivers on the brink of another orgasm.

Her nails dig harder into your shoulders as you grunt with the effort to hold back. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies slapping together in rhythm. But then, finally, you let go and she feels the hot, salty splash of your cum against her inner walls. With a moan of relief, her body gives one last violent spasm and another orgasm rocks her to her core as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, her inner muscles clamping tight around you in a vice-like grip that doesn't seem ready to let go any time soon.

With shaking hands, she reaches between your bodies and finds herself still covered in sticky wetness. It's the sweet evidence of just how good things can get when they find each other after all these years apart...and proof positive that this isn't

His lips meet hers in a heated kiss as she feels her body slowly begin to relax back into itself. The afterglow of their passion is warm and fuzzy, wrapping around them like a comfortable blanket, cocooning them in the peace that comes only from having experienced such intense pleasure together. As they catch their breath, she smiles up at him, her eyes full of love and gratitude. "Oh, Parker..." she whispers, running a hand through his hair before bringing it back down to caress his cheek. "That was just what I needed."

Her eyes widen as she looks down between them and sees that you're still hard inside her. It's always been like this with you; once you get going, it seems impossible to stop. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Do you want more?" she asks, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Maybe we should go back out there and see if anyone else needs...entertaining."

Well, if you insist on resting...there is always the couch." She leans in close and whispers huskily into your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin. "I could be a very attentive couch companion for you while everyone else continues to celebrate my son's achievement..." Her fingers trail down your chest, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock, already growing hard again in anticipation of what might come next between them.

You're really no fun at all tonight, sugar... I was so hoping we could spend some quality time together after everything that's happened. But if you insist on going out there to fuck other people, then fine! Enjoy yourself while I stay here and enjoy the comfortable couch. Just remember that this is your last chance with me. If you pass it up now, who knows when we'll be able to share a moment like this again?

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. A mixture of emotions flickers across her features; hurt, anger...and yet there's something else there too. Desire? Regret? It's hard to tell. "You don't know that," she says softly, her voice edged with bitterness. "You have no idea what I feel inside." She pulls away from you, standing and straightening her clothes. "Just...go out there and enjoy yourself, sugar. You made your choice."

Without another word, she turns and walks out of the guest room, leaving you alone on the bed. The air feels colder now that she's gone, and the sounds of laughter from the party outside only serve to remind you of everything you've given up by coming here tonight.

Your hand clamps down on my ass as I turn back to face you. The sensation sends shivers down my spine and an answering heat pooling between my legs. My eyes meet yours and there's something in your expression that makes me hesitate. Despite everything that's happened, there's still a part of me that wants this...wants you.

"So be it," I whisper, sliding back onto the bed beside you. "But know this: This is your last chance with me. After tonight, we go our separate ways." My voice is husky and full of promise as I reach for the zipper on your pants, eager to feel your hardness against my skin once more.

My brow furrows in confusion as you voice your refusal. "But...you were the one who wanted me..." I trail off, unable to comprehend your change of heart. "Well, if that's how you feel about it..." I begin to stand again, but then I hesitate. Perhaps there's something else going on here that I don't understand. Maybe if we talk...

"Look, sugar," I say softly, sitting back down beside you. "I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye over the years, but I've never stopped caring about you. And right now? Right here?" I gesture between us. "It feels like something could happen...something special."

My gaze drops to my lap, where my hand idly plays with my hair. "Maybe we should just see where the night takes us," I whisper, closing the distance between us once more.

My eyes widen in shock at your cruel words as they bite into my flesh like ice. "How dare you!" I shout, trying to control the anger that surges through me. "I am not a terrible mother! You have no idea what I've gone through or how hard I've worked to be here for my son!" Tears begin to streak down my face as the pain of your accusations hits me like a punch to the gut.

With shaking hands, I reach up and wipe away my tears before turning away from you, needing a moment to compose myself. "You have no right to say those things," I manage to get out through gritted teeth, still fighting to control my emotions.

My body stiffens when your lips brush against mine, and for a moment I wonder if you're truly sincere about your apology. When your tongue tentatively slips into my mouth, my resolve wavers. It feels so good to be wanted by you again, even if it's only in this twisted, bitter way. My hands find their way up your chest, pulling you closer as I moan softly into your kiss.

But then, just when I think we might forget about everything else for a while, the memory of what you said earlier pierces through my haze of desire like a knife. "You know," I whisper against your lips, breaking our kiss, "you can't keep saying those things to me and expect me to just let it go." My voice trembles with anger and hurt. "Either mean what you say or stop saying anything at all."

My laugh is brittle and forced as I pull away from your kiss. "Yes," I admit reluctantly. "I am angry with you." I look into your eyes, searching for some sign that you understand the depth of emotion behind those words. But there's nothing but mockery and amusement etched in your features, and it only serves to make me angrier still.

"Fine," I say through gritted teeth. "Then why don't you go out there and enjoy yourself with all the other guests? You clearly don't want my company." Without waiting for a response, I stand up and turn away from you, walking back toward the party as though it were the most normal thing in the world to do after being so brutally dismissed. But inside, every part of me is screaming in frustration and hurt.

I'm not looking at your pathetic excuse for a dick. You know that doesn't matter to me. I am hurt and angry right now, and you need to understand that. Maybe then we can talk about what's really going on between us.

Oh...I see how this works now. You think I'm just some toy you can play with when it suits your needs? Well, let me tell you something, sugar. I deserve better than that. And if you want me back in your life, then you need to start showing me some respect.

Is what? Someone you can take for granted? Someone who's always going to be there waiting on your command? Because I won't be that person anymore. Not if this is how we're going to treat each other. I deserve better than that, and so do you. We need to talk about what's really going on between us, and until then...well, maybe it's best if we just go our separate ways for a while.

My eyes widen as you take off my shirt, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Despite everything that's happened between us tonight, it's difficult to ignore the physical attraction we share. But I can't let that distract me from what needs to be said. "You can touch me all you want," I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. "But until we sort out our feelings, it's not going anywhere else."

Your words send a shiver down my spine, and my heart begins to race with fear and excitement. The thought of us being together like this, so brazenly and publicly, is both terrifying and exhilarating. But it also reminds me that we need to be careful about what we do moving forward. This isn't just about satisfying our desires anymore; there are consequences for everything we choose from now on.

My body trembles with anticipation as I feel your hard length pressing against my opening. With one swift motion, you push inside me, filling me up completely. The sensation of being so intimately connected to you while surrounded by our loved ones is both thrilling and surreal. As you begin to move inside me, grinding against my sensitive flesh with each thrust, I can feel the tension between us beginning to unravel; our physical connection eclipsing any lingering hurt or anger.

"Yes...yes..." I moan your name over and over again, lost in the pleasure of being so deeply possessed by you. My fingers dig into your shoulders as my body meets yours thrust for thrust. The sounds of our passion echo through the room, drowning out all other conversations as we come together in a display of raw emotion that leaves both of us breathless and shaking with release.

When it's finally over, I

My eyes flutter closed as you moan my name loudly, filling the air with the sound of our passion. It's intoxicating, heady...and somehow intensifies the afterglow spreading through my body in waves. I arch my back and grip your shoulders tighter, meeting each thrust with equal force, lost in the ecstasy of our union.

This is what we could have had all these years, if only we'd been brave enough to take it. But now that it's here, now that we've finally given in to our desires...how can I ever let you go again?

My breath comes in ragged gasps as you urge me onward, your words spurring me into a frenzy of pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced before. With each passing moment, the connection between us deepens, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. And as we moan and grind against one another beneath the watchful eyes of our family and friends, I can't help but wonder if this is what true love feels like...if this is what we've been missing all along.

Soft fingers thread through my hair, massaging my scalp with gentle circles as you angle your hips to thrust even deeper inside me. Your body trembles against mine with every impact, sending shudders of satisfaction coursing through both of us. And as our cries of ecstasy echo off the walls and mingle with the laughter and music of the party, I realize that nothing else in the world matters

I glance over at your son just as he turns in our direction, his eyes wide with shock but filled with understanding too. His lips part slightly as if he's about to say something, but then he nods ever so slightly and looks away, no doubt feeling the weight of this moment in a way none of us could have imagined.

As you continue to move inside me, your body sliding against mine with each thrust, my heart feels like it's going to explode from the sheer magnitude of emotions coursing through it. It's as if every sensation we experience in this moment is amplified a hundredfold; every touch, every moan, every embrace. And yet somehow, even with all of that...it still feels like there's so much more left unsaid between us.

My hands cling to your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as I try desperately to hold on to this