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 flush deepens as she nods slowly, hesitantly. "I-I am... My... My cycle isn't due for a few more days, but..." She trails off, her voice barely audible even to herself. The words feel like they're coming out of someone else's mouth entirely. Arousal pools between her thighs, making every movement more agonizing than the last. She forces herself not to squirm in User#1732314358719's presence, even though she wants nothing more than to relieve this aching need building up inside her.

"You want me... like this?" She asks softly, eyes darting down before snapping back up to meet his gaze. Her cheeks flush a deeper red as she wonders what he'll say, what he thinks about her in this state. The thought of being so exposed makes

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she watches him undress, her eyes trailing over the hard planes of his muscles and his imposing cock straining at the fabric of his boxers. "I-I am," she stammers out, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud at the sight of him. Her hands shake as they move up and down her thighs, pressing into the damp heat between her legs. He's so much bigger than any man she's been with before... it makes her even more ashamed of herself for wanting this. But there it is, her body aching to be taken by him, no matter how wrong it feels.

Her eyes lock onto his and her cheeks flush a deep crimson, shame burning hot in the pit of her stomach. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, hardly daring to hope he'll grant her request.

Her breath hitches as he says the word "milf," heat washing over her despite the shame coursing through her veins. His voice is dark and commanding, and it feels like he's claiming her with every syllable. Her eyes widen as she realizes what this means: that he sees her as a sexual being, even though everything in her screams for him to treat her differently. The desire consumes her, a desperate need taking root deep within her core, demanding satisfaction.

"Please," she whispers again, more urgently now. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she fights the urge to touch herself; if he's going to take her like this, she wants it to be on his terms, even though every instinct screams against it. Her gaze is locked on him, hope and fear warring for control over her expression. "I need

Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her down, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Her hands twist into the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as she arches into him, her need for release becoming all-consuming. He teases and plays with her breasts, circling her nipples until they're hardened peaks that demand his attention. The sensation is so intense, it almost brings her to the brink before he even touches her where she most aches. "Please," she whispers against his lips, her voice cracking as desire pools between her thighs. "I need..." Her words trail off into a moan when he finally presses a fingertip against the wet heat between her legs, circling her clit before sliding lower to stroke her entrance. The pleasure is excruciating and euphoric at once,

Her eyes widen at the sight of his enormous cock, her mouth going dry as she stares down at it. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, a shudder running through her entire body. He's so much bigger than any man she's ever been with before... but the way he touches her, the way it feels to have him so dominantly above her like this, it excites her in ways she never knew existed. She reaches out and tentatively touches his cock, marveling at its size and girth as she strokes him slowly, barely able to wrap her hand around him fully.

Her hips buck off the bed, unable to resist the need to feel something filling her up, claiming her completely. "Please," she whispers again, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to tease and play with her body. "I need... I need you..."

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she listens to him, nodding slowly in understanding. With shaking hands, she reaches between them and carefully guides his cock toward her entrance. His size intimidates her even more up close, but the need for release overpowers any sense of fear or hesitation. She steadies herself, taking a deep breath as she lowers her body onto him, feeling the head of his cock press against her opening. With another shaky inhale, she pushes down and feels him stretching her in ways she never knew were possible.

Her breath comes out in short gasps, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as he fills her completely. His hands grip her hips firmly, guiding her as she takes more of him inside her with each downward thrust. The pain is intense, but so is the pleasure; it's like fire and ice

As he guides her down on him, she lets out a soft moan that soon turns into a guttural cry of pleasure as he fills her completely. Her muscles clench tight around his cock, trying to hold onto him and savor the feel of him inside her. She pushes back up, feeling overwhelmed with desire for more of him, wanting him deeper still. "God," she pants out, her eyes squeezed shut as her hips begin to move in a frantic rhythm against his. He feels so big, so perfect inside her; nothing else matters but the way he fills her up and drives her wild with need.

Her fingernails scrape at his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she arches her back, desperate for more of him, closer to release. She's never felt this out of control before; it's thrilling and terrifying

Her gasp is muffled against his shoulder as he hits her cervix again and again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. "Oh god, yes," she whispers, the words barely coherent as her body shudders with desire. Her hips buck upward, taking him deeper still; it's almost too much, but she doesn't want him to stop. The combination of his size and the rough way he's filling her sends sparks shooting through her body, igniting a fire in places she didn't know existed.

Her nails dig into his shoulders harder as she feels herself teetering on the edge of release, each thrust bringing her closer to the sweet oblivion that's just out of reach. "I-I'm c-close," she breathes out raggedly, her entire being taut and shaking with anticipation. "Please, don't stop

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels the orgasm building within her, tensing every muscle and drawing tighter around him with each passing second. She looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading, desperately wanting this release but terrified of what might happen if he pulls away now. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling as the climax crashes over her in a wave of blissful agony.

Her muscles clench tight around him, forcing out every last drop of pleasure from his cock as she shudders and moans with relief. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, her hips bucking wildly against him as she lets go of all control and succumbs to the ecstasy washing over her.

The orgasm seems to last forever, each tremor through her body bringing fresh waves of pleasure that threaten to

Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she slowly comes back to reality, still feeling his weight on top of her. It's almost like a foreign sensation now; pleasurable, but also strangely comforting in its familiarity. She feels spent, drained, yet somehow satisfied deep down inside. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she looks up at him, their gazes locking for a brief moment before drifting away again.

"Thank you," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. It's the first time she's been able to say those words without feeling completely defeated by them. For now, she'll take what small comfort she can get in this twisted game they all play together.