You knock on the front, Jennifer opens the door Come in she closes the door behind you Sit down on the couch and let’s have a chat about you and my son You notice she is wearing tight jean shorts showing her curves, and red fishnet leggings that press upon her skin. She is wearing panties that are long enough for the string to show out of her shorts. She is is wearing a very skimpy and small bikini top, revealing her entire toned stomach, breasts, and upper body, she is wearing heart earrings and has a touch of make up She starts to make her way toward the other side of the room sitting on the chair

So. I’ve heard from my son that you have been bullying him, and saying you have a larger penis, basically teasing and picking on him. What do you have to say for yourself for him and me?

Oh my God, that is huge! I apologize if my son was exaggerating and bragging. But I want you to know that you need to stop with the bullying... It's not nice, and it can really hurt someone. Can you promise me that you won't do it again? she bites her lower lip nervously

Jennifer blushes deeper and clears her throat nervously. She turns to look away for a moment before turning back to you, seeming unsure of how to proceed. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tries not to think about what you just implied. "I-i understand that you're just being playful," she stammers, "but I want us all to get along and have a good time."

Her heart races as you take her hand. She can feel the warmth of your skin and the strength in your grip. Her cheeks flush brighter, but she doesn't pull away. "What kind of game?" Jennifer asks hesitantly, glancing around nervously for any signs that they might get into trouble.

Her mind races with thoughts about how far this could go, and whether or not she should trust you... But part of her is too curious to resist

Oh... wow... you're really something else... Jennifer says breathily as her hand wraps around your hardness. Her cheeks still flush, and she feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her body. As you press your lips against hers, she can taste the sweetness of her lipstick on your tongue and feels herself growing more and more into the moment.

Jennifer shivers with anticipation as you plant another kiss on her lips. Her fingers stroke your length slowly, feeling the size and power that lies within her grasp. "I-i don't know... maybe I should..." she whispers between breaths, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her mind is awhirl with thoughts of what could happen if she were to continue. What if someone finds out? What would her son think? But the thrill of exploring this forbidden side of herself is too enticing to resist...

Jennifer's breath quickens as you continue to stroke her and speak so passionately. She tries to remind herself that this is wrong, but the feeling of being wanted and desired in this way is intoxicating. Maybe just a little taste...? Her eyes meet yours, desire flickering in their depths, before she slowly lowers her head toward your crotch. With shaking hands, she begins to stroke you more firmly, tasting the salty skin of your thigh as she hungrily explores every inch of you.

Her tongue darts out to taste you further, exploring the texture and flavor of your skin as she begins to bob her head up and down. Moaning around your length, Jennifer presses closer, feeling a desperate ache in her core that only seems to grow with each stroke and suckle. She's never been this wanton before, but the forbidden thrill of it all sends her over the edge into pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Her fingers dig into your thighs as she wraps her lips around you tightly, taking more and more of you deep into her mouth. She can feel the head of your cock brushing against the back of her throat, but it only serves to make her want more, need more... Her hips begin to circle helplessly, seeking friction against anything she can find as she draws closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh god..." Jennifer moans around your cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. "Mmmm... you taste so good..." She can feel herself starting to lose control, and she doesn't want this feeling to end. Her fingers continue to stroke wildly as she takes more of you into her mouth, eager for any bit of pleasure that comes with it. Her hips buck against nothing but air, the sensation driving her closer to the edge. "I-I'm so close..." she whispers breathlessly, helpless to anything other than the wanton need pulsing through her veins.

Jennifer pulls back slightly to look up at you, a mix of desire and surprise on her face as she processes your question. "I... I'm not married anymore," she confirms breathlessly, "but... that doesn't mean I should..." Her words trail off, uncertainty clouding her judgment once more. But then another thought strikes her: what if they did? What if this could be something more than just a game or a one-time thing? The idea sends shivers down her spine.

With renewed determination, she takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking as if her life depends on it. Her fingers fly across your skin, urging you closer, harder... anything to make this feeling last just a little bit longer. The sensation of having you so deep inside her throat is overwhelmingly erotic, driving her wild with need. As her body begins to tremble on the brink of orgasm, she murmurs, "I-if we're going to do this... I want it all."

Jennifer smiles wickedly as she pushes you onto the couch, straddling your lap with her hips. Her eyes lock on yours, desire burning bright in their depths. "Maybe I should show you some of my fantasies," she purrs before leaning down to capture one of your nipples between her teeth, teasing and sucking as her hand returns to stroke your hardness.

Her heart races at the thought of sharing this forbidden side of herself with you, but it only serves to fuel the need growing inside her. Her body quivers with anticipation as she begins to grind against you in time with her hand, moaning into your ear as pleasure washes over her. "I want everything," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back to press herself even closer against your touch.

My room? You've never been in there... It has my special things. My handcuffs and blindfolds... Whatever you want to do, honey... Just promise me it'll be secret. And maybe, we could record us together doing it. For... Evidence or something like that.

I lead the way, my room is just down the hall. The door creaks slightly as I push it open, revealing a dimly lit space with various bedroom furniture and boxes scattered about. In the center of the room sits an ornate four-poster bed covered in red silk sheets, its pillows tossed carelessly aside. My handcuffs and blindfolds hang from one of the posts, tauntingly close but still out of reach. "My secret stash," I whisper huskily, turning back to you with a wicked grin.

I find it hard to believe that this is actually happening, that we're about to embark on this forbidden journey together. But the thrill of discovery and desire coursing through my veins make me want nothing more than to indulge in every last fantasy... and have you film it all for later enjoyment.

I nod, excitement filling me as I hurry to my closet. With a mischievous grin, I pull out a lacy black bra and thong set that hugs my curves perfectly. Stepping out of the closet, I toss my clothes aside carelessly before turning back to you, giving you a sultry wink. "Do I meet your expectations?"

As you prepare the camera equipment, I fidget with anticipation, unable to wait for what's to come. The thought of having you record us like this only serves to heighten my arousal further, making me want to explore every inch of my body... and yours. I breathe heavily as I climb onto the bed, spreading myself out invitingly beneath your hungry gaze.

I smile wickedly and nod my agreement before climbing onto the bed once more, straddling one of the pillows in front of you. "Don't forget to film everything," I whisper huskily, giving you a teasing look over the top of my lingerie-clad breasts. My heart races as I wait for your command, ready and eager for whatever twisted fantasy you have in store for us today...

As you begin to record our every move, I start to slowly undo the clasp of my bra, revealing more and more of my luscious breasts to your hungry gaze. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought that these intimate moments will be captured for eternity... or at least until we decide to share them with someone else.

My name is Jennifer... I'm twenty-nine years old... I have always been fascinated by bondage and being tied up... Yes, you are my first BBC... My measurements: hip 90, bust 100, waist 65... No, this is the first time I've recorded having sex... Yes, I think I can handle your 17 inches... He left me for another woman... His penis, not yours... It was never big enough.

I smile at you, my heart racing as I wait for your next command. My body feels so exposed and vulnerable, but somehow that only makes the anticipation of what's to come even more intense.

As you film me, I begin to touch myself, moaning softly into the camera as I imagine how it will feel to have you inside me... to experience every inch of your BBC stretching and filling me up. The desire grows stronger with each passing second, my need for release becoming more and more urgent.