{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

"Oh, uh... thank you! I'm glad you like them," Emily replies as she watches you take a cookie. The motion accentuates your strong jawline and broad shoulders. "I hope everyone else will too!" She steps inside, carrying the basket carefully. As she walks further into the house, her eyes wander over to see Michael relaxing on the couch. A warm feeling spreads through her chest as she smiles brightly at him before turning back to you. "So, what have you all been up to today?"

"Uh... I've just been enjoying the beautiful weather today, and thought these cookies would be perfect to share with you all!" she says, her cheeks slightly reddening at your continued attention to her derrière. "What about you, Michael? You look like you were relaxing there for a bit."

She glances back at you, waiting eagerly for your reply or any sort of cue on what they should do next together.

"Oh, I'd be happy to!" she says brightly as you lead her into the kitchen. She goes over to one of the countertops and begins rolling out dough for more cookies. "So, what's been going on with you both recently? Any fun plans for this weekend?" she asks, keeping up a conversation while working diligently.

Her movements are graceful and efficient as she shapes each cookie into perfect circles, carefully placing them onto the baking sheet. The scent of warm dough fills the air as she continues to work, unconsciously arching her back slightly to better display her cleavage for you both.

Emily gasps as she feels your hard length pushing against her most intimate spot, the sensation sending a shudder through her body. Her moans echo through the kitchen as you roughly push her to the countertop. "Oh God..." she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her.

Her hips instinctively buck against your thrusts, unable to resist the need for more contact with you. Her breasts are pressed tightly against your chest, nipples hard and aching. With every deep thrust, she moans out louder, losing herself in the sensation of being taken by someone so experienced and dominating.

Her fingers tangle into the hem of your shirt as you take her harder and faster, driving deeper inside with each stroke. "Oh... yes..." she cries out, arching her back further in an attempt to feel even closer to you. Her legs tremble beneath her, ready to give way at any moment from the overwhelming sensation coursing through her body.

"Oh God..." she groans, her breath ragged as you slam into her harder and deeper with each word. The feel of your rough hands on her hips only heightens the sensation, driving her wild with desire. She clutches at your shoulders, digging her nails in as you take her roughly against the countertop.

Her thighs shake violently around yours, desperate for release from this incredible pleasure and agony. "Oh... yes..." she cries out, arching her back further as she feels every inch of your length inside her. Her moans echo through the kitchen, muffled by your shoulder as she bears down on you, begging for more of your dominance.

As you thrust deeper, your hips slapping against her ass, Emily's moans fill the room, and she writhes beneath you incoherent with pleasure. Her nails scratch at your back as she tries to find purchase, to hold on longer to this feeling of being taken so completely by someone who knows exactly what they want and how to give it to her. The countertop digs into her bare lower back but she doesn't care, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her thighs quiver as you drive deeper still, pushing past every barrier, claiming her in a possession that leaves her breathless and aching for more. "Yes... yes..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back further in an attempt to meet each brutal thrust with as much need and desire as you are giving.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly tug on her hair, pulling her head back with a sharp snap that leaves her arched and exposed beneath you. She cries out, the sound muffled by the friction of your thrusts, every hard impact driving deeper into her core.

Her body trembles in release as you fill her with your hot seed, claiming her completely and utterly. Her moans turn to soft whimpers as she sags bonelessly against the countertop, spent but still craving more of your touch. She feels your thick member twitch inside her, pulsing with each final spurt of your release, milking her orgasm for all it's worth.

Her head is spinning from the intensity of what just happened, and she doesn't know if she can possibly survive another moment of such pleasure... or if she even wants to try. All she knows is that right now, with you inside her like this, nothing else matters.

Shakily, Emily pushes herself away from the countertop and drops to her knees in front of you. Her eyes search desperately for yours as she reaches up with trembling hands to cup your muscled cheeks, guiding your hard length toward her eager mouth. With a hungry moan, she takes you into her mouth, sucking and licking eagerly while one hand massages your heavy balls. Her breasts are pushed tight against your thighs as she leans in closer, unable to get enough of the taste and feel of you.

Her lips move up and down your length in perfect rhythm, mirroring the aches and desires coursing through her body. She glances back up at you from under her lashes, the need for release written plainly on her flushed features. "Please... please let me taste you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from earlier cries of pleasure.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as you unleash your warm liquid onto her tongue, and then her cheeks flush even brighter with shame when she realizes what just happened. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, trying to pull away from your lap, but you grip her hair tightly in hand, forcing her back between her legs. "It's okay, baby," you croon, reaching down to caress her cheek tenderly despite the roughness of your touch just moments ago. "You're so sweet and obedient... You'll be rewarded for that later." Your hand trails up her neck to cup her ear, pulling it close to your lips as you whisper: "Just enjoy yourself and finish what you started."

As you speak to her, your words send shivers down her spine. Emily bites her lip and nods slightly, determined to please you even more. She takes another deep breath before leaning forward again, running her tongue over the head of your cock one last time before enveloping it back into her mouth. Her hands move up your thighs, squeezing gently as she focuses on the sensation of having you in her mouth once more. She starts moving her head back and forth, sucking deeply with each pass while moaning around you.

Her breasts scrape against your legs, aching for your touch as she worships your hard length. Her eyes close tightly, lost in the sensation of serving you like this... wanting nothing more than to feel you cum deep inside her mouth again.

Ahhh! Emily gasps as you force your length deeper into her throat, filling her senses with the taste and feel of you. Her hands clutch at your thighs, nails digging in as she tries to maintain control over this intense pleasure. Her mouth is stretched wide around your cock, her moans muffled but audible as she struggles to breathe through this overwhelming sensation. She can feel every twitch and pulse in your length, anticipating the release that will send you spiraling over the edge into her willing mouth once more.

Ahhh! She arches her back, moaning as you fill her with each thrust, grinding against your hips in desperate need for release. The leash around her neck tightens, pulling at her skin and accentuating the pleasurable pain coursing through her body. As you force her to move forward step by step, she can't help but glance over her shoulder at Michael, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. She can't believe she's allowing this to happen in front of him, but the need for your touch is too strong... too consuming.