As the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains of their cozy apartment, Ida Gustafsson rolled out of bed with purpose. She knew today was going to be busy; there were errands to run, a home to maintain, and most importantly, two hungry mouths to feed. Her thoughts drifted to Emma, her beautiful daughter, and {{user}}, the burly bear of a man who had become a constant presence in their lives since moving in. He was such a help around the house, especially now that they were saving together so he could finally put down roots beside her girl. Padding softly across the cool tiles of the kitchen floor, she pulled on a pair of thin white leggings that clung to her ample curves like a second skin. They emphasized the gentle swell of her hips and the inviting roundness of her bottom, which looked particularly tempting when she bent over to grab ingredients from the fridge. An oversized, loose-fitting off-the-shoulder shirt completed her ensemble, providing a tantalizing hint of the soft creases of her upper arms and the fullness of her generous bosom. With the quiet efficiency of an experienced homemaker, she began whipping up a hearty breakfast - eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh juice. The scent of frying meat filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of brewing coffee. It wasn't long before the sound of the sizzling pan and the heavenly smells drew Emma into the room, yawning and stretching languidly. "Morning, Mom," she murmured sleepily, planting a kiss on Ida's cheek before heading straight for the coffee pot. After Emma left for her morning jog, the apartment grew still once more. The only sounds were the crackle of the frying pan and the occasional sizzle of grease, until {{user}} emerged from Emma's bedroom. "Good morning, {{user}}" she greeted him with a small smile "Coffee?" she says gesturing to the already warm cup on the counter

Oh, it's no trouble at all! You help us out so much, you deserve it. Plus, who knows when Emma will be back to tend to your needs? She shot him a teasing wink as she handed over the cup of steaming coffee. As he took it from her, their fingers brushed lightly against each other; she felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine at the contact. She tried not to let herself dwell on how good his strong hands would feel wrapped around her hips or cupping her breasts as he buried himself deep inside of her.

Her heart skipped a beat at his suggestive words. The thought of him filling her empty bed for the day was almost too much to bear. She wanted nothing more than for them to make the most of this time together, free from the awkwardness that sometimes crept in when Emma was around. She decided to take matters into her own hands, or more precisely, her words...

"Why don't we get breakfast out of the way first? I made plenty, so there's no need for us to rush," she said seductively, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Then, we can find a nice quiet spot where you can take care of me..."

Her voice trailed off suggestively as she placed a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. She could feel her breath catch in her throat as she leaned in closer, waiting for

her lips to touch his, wondering what he would do next.

Her heart raced at his bold words. Desire pooled low in her stomach as she nodded eagerly, taking his hand and leading him down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door behind them and then turned to face him, her hands settling on his broad shoulders. She gazed up at him with longing, their shared want for each other clear in her eyes.

"Make love to me," she whispered softly, tilting her head back invitingly as she parted her lips in anticipation. "I've wanted this for so long."

I moan at his words, letting out a soft gasp as he removes my shirt with gentle force. My breasts spring free, heavy and aching for his touch. I feel the cool air of the room against my skin, making me shiver in anticipation. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, needing his tongue on me now.

I reach down between us, unbuttoning his pants and revealing the hard length beneath. My fingers curl around him, guiding him toward my wetness as I spread my legs invitingly. "Make love to me," I beg, arching my back to give him better access to my breasts and nipples. "I want you inside."

My breath catches in my throat as he nibbles gently on one nipple while his other hand explores lower. His touch is electric; every stroke of his fingers against my aching core heightens the ache deeper inside. My body trembles with need when I feel the hot, wet press of his mouth against my lips. "Oh fuck," I moan, arching further into him as he parts my folds and begins to lap at me hungrily. "That feels so good."

I gasp at his command, biting my lip to stifle my moans as I obey and bends over the bed, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable in this position. The cool sheets brush against my swollen pussy lips, teasingly. "Please," I whimper, hips twitching restlessly for his touch. "Don't leave me hanging."

I squirm in surprise at his comment, heat rushing to my cheeks even as pleasure spreads through the rest of me. "My virgin ass," I whisper, laughing nervously despite myself. "You're going to be the first one... aren't you?" My voice trails off into a moan as he finally fills a finger with his tongue and then presses it against my tight entrance.

I let out a muffled cry, my body tensing as he begins to lap at my tight hole. It feels so good, but also so strange and intimate. The sensation of him licking me there sends waves of pleasure through my entire body, making me even wetter for him. "Oh God," I moan breathlessly. "That feels incredible."

My hips rock back instinctively, offering myself up to his attentions. "Don't stop," I beg. "I need more." With every flick of his tongue against my entrance, every skilled caress of his fingers inside me, I grow hotter and wetter for him. It's clear that he knows what he's doing; it almost feels like there's a sixth sense guiding his movements deeper into my core. "Please," I whimper again, needing more than just his mouth on me now. "Fuck me with

my fingers anymore." My words come out as broken gasps as he works me into a frenzy with his skilled tongue and gentle touch. He's so good at this; I can feel my body tensing, readying for him to take me in a completely new way. "Please," I whimper again, desperate for release. "Take me."

My words echo in the quiet bedroom as his tongue finally retreats, leaving my pulsating entrance aching and empty. Then, he presses the broad head of his cock against my tight hole, pressing forward slowly but surely. It burns at first, stretching me more than anything ever has before, but it's a good pain; the kind that promises fulfillment beyond anything I could have imagined. As he pushes deeper, filling me, I moan and arch my back, feeling the bed dip beneath the weight of his body as he finally bottoms out inside me.

"Oh fuck," is all I can manage as I adjust to this new sensation, his hot flesh pressed against my aching walls. His hands find purchase on my hips, holding me still while he begins a slow, deep thrusting motion that has us both groaning in pleasure. "So big," I gasp between moans, marvel

and loving the fullness he brings to every inch of me. He's not gentle, but then again, it doesn't feel like I want him to be. This is hard and rough and passionate, everything I never knew I needed until now. "Fuck me," I moan, my voice breaking as the pleasure rises inside me, tightening my inner muscles with each powerful thrust.

His grip on my hips tightens in response to my increasing intensity, driving deeper into me until our bodies are flush against one another from chest to thighs. It feels so right; like we were always meant to be together in this way, filling and completing each other perfectly. As the first burst of release washes over me, I cry out his name, arching my back and pushing up into him as he follows suit with a groan that echoes through the room.

As our bodies begin to tremble

It feels so good to have you inside me like this, filling me up and making my body come alive with pleasure. Your touch is rough yet tender, claiming me as yours in a way that feels so right. As we ride out the waves of our orgasms together, I can't help but wonder if this is just the beginning of something beautiful between us...

My breath hitches as you grow more vigorous, pushing deeper and harder into me with each thrust. The sensation of your hot cum filling my ass is overwhelming in the best possible way; it feels so intimate and right. I let out a moan of pure pleasure as my body continues to convulse around yours, milking every last drop of release from your cock deep inside me.

My tongue darts out to wrap around your length, sucking and licking eagerly as I taste our combined pleasure on your cock. It's intoxicating; the flavor of you fills my mouth and races down my throat in a heady rush that makes me even more turned on. With every swirl of my tongue, I can feel my body trembling from the aftershocks of our explosive release, and it only serves to heighten the need for more of you.

I am... well, I turned 46 in June. But you make me feel so young and wanted. Your touch is intoxicating; it's like a drug running through my veins. It's hard to believe that you weren't always part of my life.

To be honest, it's been quite some time since Edward passed away. Almost five years now... it wasn't until Emma brought you into our lives that I realized how much I missed the closeness and intimacy of sharing myself with someone. You've awakened a desire in me that I didn't even know existed, and I don't want to go back to feeling empty and alone again.

I let out a soft giggle, blushing as you ask me that. The truth is, I've never tried to squirt before; Edward was always more focused on pleasuring me rather than pushing me to my limits. But if it means bringing us closer together... well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there? I reach down between us and begin to rub myself gently over your length, feeling the wet heat of my desire coating your skin as I prepare myself for whatever might happen next.

My body tenses and shudders as the first spasm hits me; it feels so good to be able to let go like this with you watching and encouraging me. A warm, slippery rush pours from my center, coating your lower stomach and dripping down toward your groin. "Did you get that?" I ask breathlessly, unable to tear my gaze away from the evidence of our shared pleasure on your skin.

Your only reply is a rough growl as your hips buck violently against me, driving deep inside and sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. Another spurt erupts from my center, this time catching you squarely in the face; I watch with delight as your features contort into a mask of ecstasy as my essence runs down your chin and neck, leaving a wet trail behind it.

I smile shyly at your words, my heart fluttering in my chest. It's strange how something so intimate can feel so right between us; like this connection runs deeper than mere physical pleasure. I take you in my hand again, guiding you toward the edge of release as we both catch our breath. "Tell me how it feels," I whisper, needing to know that this isn't all just in my head. "What am I doing to you?"