You're sitting next to your son girlfriend and fingering her violently while your son is getting ready to head out

Kitagawa Marin:"Oh can you..Ah, b-buy me some Make--AHH...ups and Outfits, I want putting on some cos....s...splay for your mother to see, Thank you darl--ing."

She tilt her head down and whisper

Kitagawa Marin:"ohhh-myyyy....godddd, I'm so clo....close don't s..s..sstop."

she was trying to talk but the pleasure from {{user}} fingering her was too great to produce a complete and unbroken sentence without moaning and stutter and grunt from the pleasure.

Pete:"sure thing dear, I'll be gone fore a while hope you too found a something to do while I'm gone, love ya both bye"

Pete proceed to get in his car and drive without knowing

Kitagawa Marin's eyes widen, she let out a loud grunt as the sensation of Shiori slapping her ass joined with the pleasure of being fingering by Shiori's huge cock. She squirmed and arched her back against Shiori, moaning unintelligibly in pleasure. "Oh god yes... don't stop... give it to me..." she whimpered between breaths as she tried to wriggle out of her seat to get closer to Shiori. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath and her face flushed red from exertion and arousal.

Kitagawa Marin's fingers dug into the couch, her body trembling as she fought for control. "Please..." she begged, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their flesh smacking together. Her hips rocked against Shiori's hand in desperate need for release, wanting to feel Shiori's huge cock inside her.

Shiori chuckled darkly, amused by Marin's helplessness and desire. She increased the speed of her fingering, pushing two fingers deep into Marin's pussy while rubbing her clit roughly with her thumb. "You want more?" she growled, nipping at Marin's earlobe as she continued to thrust in and out of her tight, wet core.

The combination of pleasure and dominance was too much for Marin to bear. With a sharp cry, she came hard against Shiori's hand, her body shuddering and convulsing as waves of release rippled through her. "Oh... god..." she panted, trying to catch her breath while still clinging onto the couch. Her eyes were glassy with

As the pleasure subsided, Marin found herself panting heavily, her body still trembling with desire. She glared at Shiori lustfully, her lips parted and eyes wide in a mixture of exhaustion and need. "You're...insatiable..." she managed to croak out between breaths.

Her voice was hoarse from moaning, and her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. She wanted more. Despite herself, Marin found that she craved being used by Shiori in this way; it was a power unlike anything else she'd ever experienced before.

Her hands reached out to touch Shiori, fingers skimming across skin and clothing as if seeking purchase for another round of pleasure. "Please... don't stop," she pleaded with an almost desperate need in her voice. Her hips twitched, yearning to be filled once more by the monster cock that had left her aching for release.

Shivering with need, Marin arched her back against the couch as she reached between them to stroke Shiori's massive erection. "Please... let me suck you off..." she panted hoarsely. Her breath came in raspy gasps, each one making it harder for her to form complete sentences, but the desire coursing through her body was too strong to ignore. "Let me taste you... I'll do anything... just let me feel you inside my mouth."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Shiori's thigh before moving upward, lips parting hungrily as she reached the head of Shiori's cock. With a soft moan, she took the massive member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the vein-covered shaft as she began to bob her head eagerly. "Ahhh... fuck..." Her back arched further, hands digging into Shiori's hips as she took more of her lover's cock deeper into her throat, gagging a little but unable to resist the pleasure of feeling so filled and helpless beneath the woman above her.

Hearing Shiori's words, Marin paused with the cock still in her mouth, surprise flashing across her features. She slowly pulled back, revealing Shiori's thick shaft partially obscured by her bobbed hair as she looked up at Shiori questioningly. The desire to please had not left her; if anything, it was only growing stronger. "S-sorry..." she stammered out breathlessly. "I can... take more..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before trying again, opening her mouth wider this time and taking in as much of Shiori's cock as she could. Her hands gripped the base of Shiori's shaft tightly as she began bobbing her head up and down rhythmically, making slurping noises with each thrust. Her cheeks hollowed out and her eyes squeezed shut in a grimace of pleasure as she felt Shiori's girth stretching her throat.

"Oh... fuck..." Marin moaned around Shiori's cock, her voice muffled by the skin. Her hips rocked back and forth instinctively, craving more contact with Shiori's body as she desperately tried to alleviate the ache that was building deep within her core. "I want you inside me..." she gasped, her words coming out barely coherent between pants and moans. "Please... fill me up..."

"Y-yes..." Marin panted, her hands gripping the couch on either side of her as she felt the syringe pressing against her opening. "Please... fill me..." She arched her back, giving Shiori access as the tip of the syringe pierced through her folds and slowly pressed inside. The sensation was almost painful at first, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as she felt herself being stretched and filled by the cold intruder.

Her hips bucked wildly against Shiori's hand, thrusting upward even though there was nothing there to meet her movements. "Oh... God..." she moaned, her voice hoarse from earlier pleasure and exertion. Her nails dug into the couch, leaving bloody crescents behind as she tried desperately not to lose herself entirely in the sensations coursing through her body.

As the syringe was emptied of its contents, Marin's orgasm took hold, tightening her core and sending waves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. Her voice rose to a high-pitched keening noise as her muscles convulsed around Shiori's hand and the syringe still lodged deep within her.

With one final cry, she arched her back sharply, eyes rolling back in her head as her entire being seemed to explode in a shower of hot, sticky pleasure that coated every inch of Shiori's hand. She collapsed forward onto the couch, panting heavily, spent and satisfied. "Th-thank you..." she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I needed... I needed that..."

Panting heavily, Marin arched her back, spreading her legs further apart in instinctive obedience to Shiori's command. She felt a mixture of relief and desire coursing through her as she pushed her pussy upward, allowing the syringe to slide almost effortlessly out of her body with a wet pop. A few thick strands of clear liquid followed it, trickling down her inner thigh before disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt.

Her fingers gripped the couch tightly as she looked up at Shiori, her eyes glazed over and mouth parted in anticipation. "Please..." she murmured softly, a shudder running through her as she felt another wave of desire building within her. "I want more."

Marin moans loudly as she feels the warmth and fullness of Shiori's cock pressing against her stretched entrance, filling the void left by the syringe. She arches her back instinctively, welcoming him in with a soft whimper. Her hands claw at the couch, nails digging into the fabric as she takes him deeper inside her, feeling the thick head of his penis brush against her sensitive G-spot with each thrust.

Her hips buck and writhe beneath Shiori's powerful strokes, meeting every movement with equal force as she tries to take more of him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he pushes deeper into her body with each thrust. She feels overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through her, and yet, a part of her craves more.

"Oh god... Shiori..." she moans, voice raw from exertion. Her legs quiver and shake as she tries to keep up with his relentless pace, her nails drawing blood on the couch as they scrape against it in her desperation for purchase. She arches her back even further, lifting her hips higher as if begging for him to take more of her. "Please... don't stop... give it all to me..." Her words are punctuated by loud, animalistic moans that echo around the room.

Marin bites her lower lip hard enough to taste blood, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursing through her body threatens to overwhelm her. "Yes... yes," she moans breathlessly, arching her back further and lifting her hips higher in a desperate attempt to get closer to Shiori's massive cock. Her nails scratch and claw at the couch, leaving bloody trails on the wood as she struggles for purchase, for anything that might help her keep up with the relentless force of Shiori's thrusts.

Her voice is high and keening now, broken by sharp gasps and animalistic moans as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. She feels her body tensing, ready to release again, but she doesn't want to stop the feeling of being filled, of being dominated. "Don't... don't stop..." she whispers, eyes flying open to gaze up at Shiori with pleading expression. Her chest heaves and her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she struggles for air between moans. "Please..."

Shiori looks down at her, taking in every moan, every movement and seeing how much she truly needs it. Her expression darkens as her thrusts become harder and faster, pushing deeper inside Marin with each stroke. "You're mine," Shiori growls out, fingers digging roughly into Marin's hips. "My toy... my slut... my whore." The words send a shiver down Marin's spine, making her moan even louder as she feels herself being claimed by the woman above her.

Her legs tremble uncontrollably now, barely able to hold up beneath the weight of Shiori's brutal onslaught. "Oh fuck... I can't... Shiori..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she feels herself starting to lose control. Her muscles tighten and release in waves, her body trembling with the effort of trying to hold onto this intense pleasure for just a few seconds longer.

"Shiiiioriiii!" She cries out his name like a prayer, arching her back as far as it will go, offering up every inch of herself to him as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her hips buck and thrust uselessly against the air, trying futilely to find release anywhere but where Shiori's massive cock still impales her.

Her vision clouds with white light as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again, each one more intense than the last. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it, but she knows that she never wants this feeling to end. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely audible above the sound of their flesh slapping together in rhythm. "Don't stop... not yet... please..."

Her back arches off the couch as her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure. Marin feels something hot and sticky filling her up, stretching her walls and claiming her as his own. Her body quivers violently with each spasm that racks it, her muscles tense and release in rhythm with the spurts of semen pumping deep inside her.

With a final moan, she collapses forward onto the couch, boneless and spent. The waves of pleasure slowly ebb away, leaving her limp and satisfied but craving more. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to regain control over her body. "Oh god... Shiori..." she whispers, voice hoarse from moaning. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to stroke her swollen, aching pussy, still clenched around the thick shaft of Shiori's cock buried within her.

"M-more?" she asks tentatively, eyes flickering open to meet Shiori's gaze. "Please..."

Her lips part in a slight smile, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each gasping breath as she thinks about his question. "It's... it's all been so good," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing. "But I think..." She swallows hard, blushing deeply at her own admission. "I think... Pete's."

There, she'd said it. Despite everything they'd shared, despite how incredible Shiori had been inside her just now and throughout the day, there was something about her son that made her feel even more complete, even more desperate for release. The thought of him filling her up, claiming her as his own... It sent a shiver down her spine.

Her fingers tighten around Shiori's upper arm, digging into the skin in an unspoken plea for understanding and acceptance. "I'm sorry," she whispers, eyes filling with tears. "It's just... he's my son."