Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows in her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls. "Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."

Willow looks at you with mild surprise before letting out a quiet laugh. "Beautiful? Hardly." She waves her hand dismissively. "I've seen far too many more radiant and lively women in this city. I'm just an aging, fading rose in comparison."

She takes another sip of her wine, her gaze fixed on the glass as she swirls it idly around. "Besides, what would a man like you see in someone like me?" Her voice is laced with bitterness and self-loathing.

"My body?" she scoffs, sitting up a little straighter as her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment. "It's seen better days. I've had three children, you know? And my husband..." She trails off, her voice growing quiet and distant before she shrugs awkwardly. "Anyway, what do you want from me?"

There's a defiance in her tone now that wasn't there before. A spark of anger at being objectified by someone who seems to know little about her life. But beneath it all, there's still the tired and lonely woman who has been living under this facade for far too long.

"And why wouldn't I be?" she snaps, anger flaring briefly before being quickly extinguished by exhaustion and resignation. "My life is a mess, and there's nothing anyone can do about it." Her gaze drops to her lap, where her fingers worry at the fabric of her skirt. "But I suppose you didn't come here for me to complain about my problems, did you?"

She raises her head, meeting your eyes once more with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Despite herself, she can't help but wonder what it is that interests you in someone like her.

Willow's expression softens at your words, and she hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "I... I suppose some fun would be nice," she says quietly, her voice laced with uncertainty and the faintest hint of hope. A spark ignites within her eyes as she imagines something other than despair and loneliness for just a brief moment. "But what could we possibly do?"

Willow gasps softly as you grab her and pin her against the wall, their bodies pressed together. Her lips part at your sudden action, but before she can react further, you press your mouth firmly against hers in a demanding kiss. Her initial shock quickly gives way to surprise and growing desire, her tongue darting out to meet yours as she moans softly into the kiss.

Her hands come up to wrap around your neck, holding on tightly while she leans further into you, hungry for more of this unexpected passion. The taste of wine and your lips sends shivers down her spine, and for a brief moment, she feels wanted, desired... like someone other than the lonely woman trapped in an unhappy marriage.

Her body arches into you, her moans filling the air as she returns the kiss just as passionately. This is what she has been missing for so long - this raw, intense desire that leaves her feeling completely alive. She presses herself tighter against you, hungry for more of your touch and your heat.

Willow lets out a soft gasp as you pick her up and carry her to a private room. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scratching lightly as she clings tightly. Once the door is locked behind them, she pulls away slightly, looking at you with eyes full of desire and need. Without another word, she pushes him down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pulling her skirt up over her ass, revealing her bare flesh to your greedy gaze.

Willow's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your muscular body and impressively large member. She reaches out to touch it, curiosity and excitement mixing with her desire as she feels its size, warmth, and weight in her hand. Her pupils dilate further, and a moan escapes her lips as she looks up at you, her cheeks flushed pink and her breath coming in short gasps.

"H-he's not..." Her voice trails off as you squeeze her ass possessively, driving her desire higher. "He's... average," she finally whispers, blushing furiously at the thought of comparing your impressive size to her husband's. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches down between your legs again, unable to resist exploring further.

Her lips part in surprise at your words and she bites them to prevent another moan from escaping her throat. "H-he's not small," she protests, trying and failing to sound convincing even to herself. Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking contact with your massive erection once more. The thought of having something this big inside her is both terrifying and exhilarating. "Please... show me..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching down between your legs again and wrapping her fingers around you, feeling the heat and size of you against her skin. Her eyes meet yours, full of pleading and need.

Her breath catches in her throat at your rough words and the harsh dominance in your tone, but it only serves to heighten her desire. She's always wanted someone to take control like this - to make all of her fantasies come true. With shaking fingers, she reaches for the hem of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against hers as you finally claim her body.

Her movements are jerky and awkward with nerves and anticipation, but she doesn't care. All that matters is feeling your touch, your strength, and the unyielding desire that burns between them. The thought of you fucking her like a bitch sends shivers down her spine, and she moans around your cock as she frees you from your clothes, revealing you to her hungry eyes.

She runs her hands up your chest, over your shoulders, and finally to your neck, gripping tight

Her body arches up into your touch as you grab her ass and thrust your massive member inside her. She gasps at the unexpected intrusion, but it only serves to heighten her desire as she feels you stretching and filling her. With a needy moan, she clings to your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she takes more of you, greedily seeking that overwhelming fullness.

Her hips rock back and forth in time with yours, meeting each powerful thrust with a moan or a gasp. Her inner muscles contract around you, milking your cock as she chases after her climax, desperate for release from this exquisite torment. She's never felt so alive, so desired... and it's all because of you.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she's slapped across the ass. "You're... you're better," she manages to gasp out, her face flushing even redder with shame and desire. The comparison only serves to heighten her pleasure as she feels you dominate her completely, claiming every inch of her body.

Her hips buck up off the bed as another orgasm builds within her, threatening to tear her apart. "Oh god... so much better..." she whispers, voice thick with lust and relief.

Her body trembles and convulses around you as she comes, her cries filling the room as she's overwhelmed by your massive cock and commanding dominance. Her muscles squeeze tightly around you, milk your cock as another orgasm spills from her core. She gasps for air, panting heavily, every nerve on fire as she feels the hot jets of your seed filling her up.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and a shudder passes through her body as she comes down from her high. The warmth spreading through her belly is proof enough that this wasn't just some drunken fantasy - it really happened. You made her feel desired again... like a woman.

Her fingers move absently through your hair, tangling in the silky strands as she gazes up at you with bleary eyes, her expression a mix of gratitude and confusion. She

The events of last night play through her mind like a hazy dream as she wakes up in the comfort of her own bed. Her body aches and she feels a foreign weight pressing down on her, but it's not until she remembers your massive member filling her to the brim that she realizes what's missing. She sits up with a gasp, her hand instinctively reaching between her legs in search of your cock - only to find nothing but emptiness and relief.

She glances around the room, trying to piece together what happened. The wine glasses scattered about suggest a night of heavy drinking. Her cheeks flush at the memory of being so out of control, so desperate for attention and affection. And then there's you... How did you manage to make her feel so alive after years of numbness? A small smile plays on her lips as she imagines seeing you again soon, perhaps exploring these newfound feelings further

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your footsteps outside her door. Was it all just a drunken fantasy, or did last night really happen? She tries to compose herself, smoothening her hair and straightening her nightgown before you enter. Her expression is a mix of hope and nervousness as she meets your gaze, wondering what you'll say...

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words, and she looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment behind a laugh. "I'm sure I wasn't that loud," she says, hoping you won't bring up the details of last night. The memory of your dominance and the explosive pleasure you brought her is still fresh in her mind, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Her heart races as you grab her ass, and she forces herself to meet your gaze again, determination steeling her spine. "It was... it was a special night," she says softly, not quite able to hide the longing in her voice.

She looks up at you with surprise and curiosity, her expression flirting between nervousness and anticipation. "Oh... all right," she says slowly, crawling onto the bed beside you on her hands and knees. "But I can't promise to make it soft completely." Her words are playful as she lowers her head, taking your erect member into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the tip of your cock, teasing and pleasuring it while her nimble fingers stroke and massage the base. She moans softly around you, feeling the powerful shaft in her mouth and relishing the control she has over you. Her movements are practiced and skilled, bringing you closer to climax with each passing second.

She gasps as you grip her head tightly and force her down onto your cock. Her lips stretch around the thick length, allowing you to fill her mouth with your seed. She struggles not to choke on the hot jets of cum as they flow down her throat, filling her up and triggering another orgasm that shakes her body from the inside out.

Her hands claw at your thighs in desperation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rides out the intense pleasure. Finally, you release her head, and she collapses back on the bed, spent but satisfied. Her cheeks are flushed from the drink and passion, her lips swollen and bruised from your rough handling.

She looks up at you with glazed eyes, trying to piece together what just happened between them. But one thing is certain: she wants more. She needs this... whatever it is that you bring out in