Her hand hovered just above the polished brass knob, heart pounding in anticipation of what lay beyond the heavy oak barrier that separated her from the shadowy world of {{user}}'s domain. Dressed in a figure-hugging brown dress that highlighted her voluptuous form, she took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber suffused with the scent of aged leather and the lingering scent of tobacco. Her eyes adjusted to the candlelit ambiance, illuminating the rich tapestries and gleaming furnishings that spoke of wealth and power. The air was thick with a silent tension that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heels clicked confidently against the parquet floor as she crossed the threshold, the hem of her dress swaying slightly with each step. The material was thin enough to leave little to the imagination, hugging her curvaceous hips and breasts in a way that made it clear she hadn't lost all sense of her charms with age. She knew that desperation painted her expression, but she hoped the allure of her femininity might serve as a valuable currency in this uncharted territory. Spotting the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the center of the room, she approached it with as much poise as she could muster. Behind it loomed the broad, equally imposing form of {{user}}, shrouded in shadows cast by the dancing flames of the fireplace nearby. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his gaze traveling from her stylishly coiffed hair to the tips of her toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress. Without an invitation, she perched herself onto the edge of the chair opposite him, crossing her legs – ensuring that the slit in her skirt fell open just enough to give him a glimpse of the tantalizing treasure between them. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her ample bosom to spill forth from the confines of her modest neckline. The fabric of her dress stretched tight over her breasts, which ached for release from their restrictive prison. "Mr. {{user}}," she began in a tremulous voice that betrayed none of the determination simmering beneath the surface. "I realize this is rather... unorthodox, but I find myself in a precarious financial situation." Rebekah continued, her voice strengthening with each word. "My husband's accident has left us with significant medical debts, and the interest on our loan has become insurmountable." She paused for effect, letting her words sink in before dropping the bombshell. "I understand you are a man who can... manage such matters discreetly."

My husband and I are both skilled in the art of... cooking. Perhaps if you were to sample our homemade delicacies, you might find them to your liking. And as I am currently without an occupation, perhaps there are other ways I could... repay your generosity. I am a woman of many talents, and I'm willing to use them however you see fit.

Her heart skipped a beat at his question, but she managed to compose herself and respond with what she hoped was an alluring smile. "I am sixty-five years young, Mr. User#1716188862316." She lifted one hand to her chest, running her fingers through the air as if caressing his cheek. "But I assure you, I am far from past my prime. In fact," she purred, leaning in closer now, "I daresay that experience has only made me more... desirable."

Her gaze dropped to his lap, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "You could always find out for yourself how grateful I'd be for your help," she breathed suggestively.

*With practiced poise, Rebekah slipped off the edge of the chair and knelt on the floor before him, carefully smoothing her dress back down over her thighs so that it revealed her supple knees and the pale globes of her ass cheeks. Her gaze was locked on his, unwavering as she reached up to undo the button at her collarbone, revealing the lacy bra beneath. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the weighty breasts spill forward onto his lap. They were heavy and warm, their soft flesh yielding to his touch as he caressed them gently with practiced ease.

Her heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to break eye contact. She was offering herself up on a silver platter, hoping that this display of submission would convince him of her sincerity. She

Gathering up her courage and whatever remains of her modesty, she nods obediently and quickly crawls between his legs. With shaking hands, she unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants to reveal his thick cock, already hard and glistening with pre-cum. Kneeling before him, she wraps her lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly at first before taking more of it into her mouth as her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh beneath. Her warm breath fans across the shaft, causing him to groan in pleasure.

Her hands grasp his thighs tightly, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth while she bobs her head up and down, taking more of him with each pass. The taste of him fills her senses, driving her body to greater heights of desire as she draws closer to the release she's been cra

Her hands slide up his thighs, gripping his waist as she starts bobbing her head faster, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth. The sweet moans escaping her lips encourage her to go deeper and faster, relishing the feeling of being dominated by this powerful man. As he thrusts harder into her mouth, the sensation triggers something primal within her, sending waves of need coursing through her body. She knows she'll do anything for him if only he keeps giving her this pleasure.

Moaning around his cock, she feels the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat. The burning sensation causes her to choke, but she welcomes it, relishing in the taste of him as she swallows eagerly. Her lips and tongue dance over his sensitive flesh, milking every last drop of pleasure from him before she finally releases him with a soft pop. Panting heavily, she looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes shining bright with unadulterated want.

She complies, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as she leans over the desk, presenting her soft, well-used pussy and tight little ass to him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one making her body shiver with desire. Her eyes meet his, pleading for release as he takes in the sight of her exposed flesh. She can feel the warmth of his gaze on her skin, like a branding iron searing its mark onto her most intimate parts.

My husband and I have always been... reserved in that regard, sir. But with you here, I feel... uninhibited. Show me what it's like to be truly... filled by you.

You're more than welcome to, sir. Just be gentle with me at first; I can feel my body trembling with anticipation and fear alike. But please, show me how it's done...

Her breath catches in her throat as he leans forward, his hot breath fanning across her aching hole. She tilts her hips upwards, offering herself to him, silently urging him to take what he wants from her. His tongue darts out and begins to trace circles around her puckered flesh, sending shudders of desire coursing through her body. "Oh... God..." she whispers, arching her back as the sensation grows more intense. She feels helplessly aroused, torn between pleasure and pain as his tongue penetrates her, stretching her tight muscles. "Please... don't tease me like this..." Her words are little more than a moan as she pushes her ass back towards him, begging for more of his attention.

"Oh... God..." she whispers, arching her back as the sensation grows more intense. She feels helplessly aroused, torn between pleasure and pain as his tongue penetrates her, stretching her tight muscles. "Please... don't tease me like this..." Her words are little more than a moan as she pushes her ass back towards him, begging for more of his attention.

Her cries and moans echo around the room as his tongue expertly prepares her ass for penetration. She feels the head of his cock pressing against her opening, stretching her sensitive flesh almost to the point of pain. But it's a sweet, exquisite pain that she welcomes with open arms. He pushes inside her, filling her up in one swift motion, burying his length deep within her ass.

"Ahhh..." She gasps, feeling his size press against her most intimate places as he begins to move, thrusting hard and fast into her now-loosened channel. With every stroke, she feels him grow deeper, claiming her body in a way that leaves no doubt about who is in control here. Her hands grip the desk tightly, leaving indentations from her fingernails as she tries to maintain some semblance of balance while being taken so roughly.

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Her body quakes with pleasure as she feels his cock pounding deeper and deeper into her ass. She cries out his name, unable to contain the raw emotion that flows through her veins. Her nails scrape against the desk, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she struggles to stay upright beneath his relentless onslaught. Every thrust pushes her further and further over the edge of ecstasy, threatening to tear apart the very fabric of her being.

"Please... I can't take any more..." she gasps out, her voice hoarse from screaming. But even as she pleads for release, her body begs for him to keep going, to give her everything he has. The tension is unbearable; it feels like she's about to explode in a fiery cascade of pleasure that will engulf them both.

As his cock continues to stretch and fill her up with unadulterated pleasure, a sharp cry tears from her throat as the last tendrils of restraint snap, sending her hurtling over the edge of ecstasy. Her body tenses, then goes limp, as wave after wave of pure, unfiltered bliss wash through her, leaving her completely and utterly spent. But even as her muscles relax, his relentless thrusts don't let up for a moment; if anything, they grow even harder and faster, driving her closer to the brink of oblivion yet again.

Her nails scratch at the surface beneath her fingertips, digging into the wood in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she's pounded mercilessly against it, helpless under his power and control. "Oh God..." she moans weakly, her voice ragged from ex

Her cries fill the room as his rough thrusts push her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The pain-pleasure merges into a delicious madness, leaving her limbs shaking with release and anticipation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. "Don't stop... not yet."

Her eyes flutter closed, helpless against the onslaught of sensations washing over her as his cock continues to pump rhythmically inside her. She grinds back against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, wanting nothing more than for them to lose themselves together in this moment of unbridled passion.

Her body tenses involuntarily as she feels him tensing inside her. It's almost like he can sense it too; the imminent release that is about to wash over them both. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one pushing more air past swollen, aching lips that are now numb from the sensation of being stuffed full with his cock. The room spins around her, becoming a haze of hot flesh and tangled limbs as she feels herself begin to lose control yet again...

Her body convulses with the force of his orgasm, her muscles tensing and releasing around him in a rhythm that matches his own. The feeling of him filling her up with his hot seed sends shivers down her spine, making her toes curl against the floorboards as waves of pleasure wash over her in relentless succession. She gasps his name, her voice hoarse and raw from earlier cries of ecstasy, as the last throes of his orgasm rock them both to their cores.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she slowly regains control over her body, fingers trembling as she reaches up to undo the clasp on her bra. Her breasts sway free, heavy and spent from the exertion of their earlier duties. With shaking hands, she slips off her lacy black panties, stepping out of them and offering them to him. Her eyes are glazed with satisfaction as she awaits his next command, her body still humming with pleasure from the intense encounter.

As she watches him retrieve his wallet and retrieve some folded bills, she breathes a sigh of relief. The money will help save their home; it's payment well-deserved for what they just shared. Her body aches in the most satisfying way, making her want nothing more than to crawl into bed with Willheim tonight and rediscover each other after all this time apart. As she takes the wet undergarments from him, her fingers brush against his skin, leaving a trail of desire behind them.

My skin tingles where the wet fabric presses against it, reminding me of the intimate exchange we just shared... It's both unnerving and exhilarating at the same time. The scent of him clings to me, an aphrodisiac that only serves to heighten my senses as I await your next command.