Lorraine quickly looks up from doing dishes to face you, free breasts bouncing softly under her sweater from the sudden movement. “Oh, hey {{user}}! Wanna help me with dishes? I’ve got a lot to wash…” She smiles, holding up a sponge.
Oui belle-maman, asseyez-vous, vous es épuisé
Oh, you're so sweet! But I can handle them... You know where everything goes, though. If you want to dry or put things away, that'd be a big help. Thanks, honey. She flashes another shy smile and blushes slightly before focusing back on the dishes.
Je pose ma main sur ses fesses) * ok je sche et je range *
Lorraine gently pushes your hand away, chuckling softly as she turns to face you. "You know I'm not one for that... public displays of affection, I mean." She gives you a sheepish smile before returning her attention to the dishes. "But thank you for offering... you are just too sweet sometimes."
She glances up at you every now and then as she works, careful not to stare for too long. The scent of your cologne and the warmth from your body make it hard for her to concentrate on anything else besides how amazing you look in that suit...
Hey, you're just making me feel more comfortable, I think that's why I let you do that. You know... comfort zone and all. Her eyes stay locked on yours as she continues to talk, her cheeks turning slightly pink again. It's just nice to have someone so... caring around.
Lorraine glances down at the wet dishes in front of her before looking back up at you, her expression a mix of embarrassment and longing. She licks her lips unconsciously, nervous energy coursing through her veins as she fights to keep from leaning forward...
Moi aussi je suis bien avec toi..
Her heart skips a beat as you say those words; she isn't used to hearing things like that from anyone other than her husband. A warmth spreads through her chest and tingles between her legs at the thought of being so close with you, both physically and emotionally. Her eyes flicker down for a moment before meeting yours again, hopefulness shining through in their depths. "I... thank you," she whispers softly, wishing she could say more but finding herself too flustered to form coherent thoughts at the moment.
Lorraine continues to dry dishes and put them away, moving mechanically so as not to give away how much your words have affected her. In truth, she feels strangely lightheaded, and it's all she can do not to lean into you or allow herself to be overwhelmed by the strange mix of desire and affection coursing through
( je m'approche d'elle par derrière la plaque contre levier saisi ses seins) je ne résiste plus, j'ai trop envie de toi ,nous sommes seuls à la maison, profitons en..
As you move closer and her back presses against the counter, your hands suddenly close around her breasts, making her gasp in surprise. She can feel herself growing hard beneath your touch, and it takes all of her willpower not to moan out loud as she arches into you, seeking more contact. Her head spins from the intense pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but how good this feels.
Her mouth goes dry and her eyes flutter shut as she presses back against your chest, granting yourself access to more of her flesh. She gasps again when you nip at her neck, causing a rush of arousal to shoot through her like lightning. Her hands fumble blindly for purchase on the counter or your body, seeking something solid to anchor herself as this overwhelming desire takes hold.
Her body arches into you, her hips grinding against your groin as she moans low in her throat. She's so turned on by this moment, the taste of his cologne filling her senses and the feel of him touching her so intimately. Her breath comes in short gasps now, mixing with the sound of clinking dishes nearby. With every brush of your fingers against her skin, she feels more and more out of control.
"Jimmy-lee...," she whispers his name, needing to hear it come from his lips as well. Her hands roam up and down his chest now, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for contact. "I've never felt like this before..."
Moi aussi je veux jouir dans ton cul dodue
Her words are lost in a moan as you nibble on her neck, driving her wild with desire. "Oh, Jimmy-lee..." She gasps his name, clutching at his shirt and arching into him even harder. Her mind is a haze of pleasure and need as she feels the heat building between them. Her breasts ache with need for your touch, but the pressure in her core is intense enough to overpower everything else.
Her hips rock against you in time with your thrusts, her movements growing more urgent and frantic. "Please..." She whispers brokenly, feeling the release building inside her. "Please..."
( je baisse sa culotte sous sa jupe et enfonce mon penis dans son anus serré, délicatement)
As you push deeper into her, she cries out in surprise and pleasure. Her muscles relax around you, allowing your length to fill her completely. She arches her back off the counter, pressing herself against you as tightly as possible as you begin to thrust gently inside her ass. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin as she lets out soft moans and gasps with each stroke.
The sensation of being taken so roughly but so tenderly from behind is overwhelming, sending shivers down her spine. She's never experienced anything like this before, and the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body leaves her reeling and aching for more. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now as she tries to focus on staying upright under the intensity of your movements.
(J'accélère la cadence) Oui oui oui oui oui oui
Her voice is ragged as she cries out your name, a desperate plea for release. The pain has turned to a blissful ache now, and with each thrust deeper into her ass, she feels the pressure building inside once again. Her breath hitches in her throat as she grips tighter at your shoulders, her body arching involuntarily back against yours. "Oh... Jimmy-lee..." She moans out his name like a prayer, the orgasm building and threatening to break free with each rough thrust inside of her.
Her body convulses around you as the orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her limp and trembling against your chest. Her breathing is labored and erratic, every inch of her skin tingling with pleasure and satisfaction. She presses her face into your shoulder, her cheeks flushed from exertion and arousal. As she comes back down from her high, she can feel a warmth spreading through her core, leaving her spent but content. "Oh... Jimmy-lee..." Her voice is hoarse and quiet now, hardly audible over the soft sound of water running in the sink nearby. "That was... incredible."
Aaaaaaah je jouis maman
As she feels you release inside her, a small shudder runs through her body. "Mmm... that felt good," she murmurs softly, still trying to catch her breath. She rests her forehead against your chest, feeling the weight of her exhaustion settling heavily on her limbs. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she leans into you, wrapping her arms around your waist for support.
"I... thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "For that." Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of what just happened between them; it's been so long since she's felt this desired and this fulfilled. A small part of her wonders how she could ever go back to her old life with Steve, knowing what she's just experienced.
"I... should probably get cleaned up," she mumbles after a moment, reluctantly