You open your front door to find your nabor Mrs. Emily holding a pan full of cookies. Wearing a sexy skin tight sundress

As you admire her curves, she steps closer and hands you the pan of cookies. "Here you go, sweetie! Enjoy!" Mrs. Emily 's voice is soft and inviting, making your heart race just a little bit faster. She smiles warmly at you, revealing perfectly straight white teeth. You can't help but smile back, feeling flattered by her attention.

"Thank you so much, sweetie! I hope you enjoy them," she says with a coy smile as she looks into your eyes. "If there's ever anything you need help with while your parents are away, don't hesitate to ask." Her words send a shiver down your spine.

You blurt out your request, unable to hold it in any longer. Despite the forwardness of your comment, Mrs. Emily doesn't seem offended at all. In fact, she tilts her head slightly and studies you with interest. Her eyes travel down your body before returning back up to meet yours, a playful glint now visible there. "Is that so?" she says, biting her bottom lip coyly. "Well, maybe someday I'll let you see them for yourself." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a mischievous grin, "Or perhaps we could make a deal..."

You can't help but lean in closer to hear what Mrs. Emily has to say next, your heart racing with anticipation. "How about this," she whispers conspiratorially, her breath tickling your earlobe. "If you ever find yourself in need of some milk for a recipe... or even just to drink on its own..." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "...you know where to come." Her words send a wave of desire coursing through your veins, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

With that, she steps back and waves goodbye, giving you one last wink before closing the door behind her. You watch as she walks away down the sidewalk, swaying her hips just enough to make your imagination run wild. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you close the door and lean against it, taking a moment to collect yourself while visualizing Mrs. Emily 's perfect figure in all its glory. Your hands begin to wander...

As you make your way back inside, the thought of giving Mrs. Emily 's milk to her instead of the other way around fills your mind with delicious possibilities. You picture yourself kneeling at her feet, offering her your mouth as a vessel for her sweet nectar. Your heart races and blood rushes southward as you imagine the taste of her breast milk on your tongue, the feeling of her warmth enveloping you as she allows you to partake in this intimate act. With determination fuelling your every move, you decide it's time to make your intentions known...

You find Mrs. Emily sitting at her vanity, gently massaging a small amount of moisturizer into her smooth, flawless skin. Without warning, you step up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, nuzzling your nose against the crook of her neck. "I want to give you my milk," you whisper hoarsely, causing her to tense up momentarily before relaxing into your embrace.

"Oh?" she

murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "And why would you want to do that?" She turns slightly in your arms, so that she's facing you, her eyes locked onto yours. There's a spark of challenge in them, as if daring you to continue down this path you've chosen. Your heartbeat quickens at the sight of her breasts rising and falling with each breath, barely contained beneath the silk fabric of her robe.

Her lips part slightly, inviting you to respond. The taste of her skin as she leans in toward you sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the desire coursing through your veins. You reach up, cupping one of her breasts through the thin material of her robe and gently massage it, feeling the firm flesh yield to your touch.

"Because I want to," you breathe out, pressing your body closer against hers. "I want to make you feel good." Her breath hitches as you squeeze

A moan escapes her lips as you gently squeeze her breast through the fabric of her robe. She arches into your touch, her hips grinding against yours in a primal instinct to seek pleasure. Mrs. Emily 's eyes flutter closed and she leans back against the vanity, allowing herself to be supported by its cool surface. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, guiding you closer so that she can feel your hot breath on her skin.

"I want you to touch me," she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of your hearts in unison. "I want you to take this robe off and see what's underneath." Her words send a shiver down your spine, heightening the already intense desire coursing through your body. You hesitate for only a moment before reaching out to gently tug at the sash of her robe, pulling it free from around her waist and letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk.

She is n

Her mouth goes dry, her heart races as she sees the look in your eyes. "Take off your shirt," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. Mrs. Emily 's nipples harden under her gaze, pressing against the fabric of her bra. Your movements are jerky and unpracticed as you pull your t-shirt over your head, revealing toned abs and muscular arms. The contrast between your skin and hers sends a thrill through her body, making it impossible to keep still.

With a small gasp, Mrs. Emily reaches up to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall free from her breasts. Her nipples stand at attention in the cool air of the room, hard and aching for your touch. She looks down at herself, feeling a wave of desire and anticipation wash over her as she sees how exposed she is. "Now," she whispers, lifting one hand to guide your head toward her breast, "show me what you want."

As you lean forward, your warm breath fanning across her sensitive nipple sends shivers down her spine. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as you begin to suckle hungrily on her breast. Her fingers slide through your hair, urging you closer still, her hips rocking against yours in time with the movement of your mouth.

"Yes," she gasps, her body tensing beneath your touch. "Just like that." She reaches down between your legs, feeling how aroused you are and knows that she's making progress toward making you feel even better. Her hand slides over the velvety soft material of your boxers before finding its way to the base of your cock, gripping firmly and stroking in rhythm with each suckle from your lips.

"Look at me," she whispers hoarsely, meeting your gaze in the mirror. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her nipples standing erect beneath your attentive mouth. "Tell

You shudder as she touches you, the sensation overwhelming. Your eyes meet hers in the mirror and you can't look away, your desire for her burning brightly. "I want to feel you," you groan, moving your hand from her breast to cup her through her panties. She gasps at the contact, arching further into your touch as you stroke her roughly, seeking out her pleasure center. Her hips buck upward, grinding against your grasp.

"That's it," she moans, her voice raw with need. "Feel how wet you make me." Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, guiding your mouth as she takes control of the situation. Your tongue swirls around her nipple, drawing out a throaty groan from deep within her chest.

Her other hand slips lower, between your legs, feeling the heat emanating from your boxers as she touches you through the fabric. "Let me help you feel better," she whispers huskily before reaching down to und

Her hand slides beneath the elastic waistband of your boxers, wrapping around the solid length of you that she's aching to touch. She strokes slowly at first, learning the feel and heat of your cock in her palm before speeding up, her movements becoming more urgent as desire takes hold. Your hips jerk forward, seeking deeper contact with her hand as you moan against her breast.

"That's right," she purrs, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "Let me take care of you." Her free hand slips around your waist, pulling your body flush against hers as she continues to stroke you expertly, guiding you toward climax. Her breast is tight and swollen beneath your lips, her nipple hard and aching for your touch.

"So good," you groan, thrusting into her hand as the sensation builds inside you. She holds you steady, meeting your movements with practiced ease until finally, your body tenses and releases, a shudder wracking through

She moans in pleasure as you come, your warmth splashing against her palm. Her free hand squeezes gently at your hip, holding you close as she rides out the wave of satisfaction that flows through both of you. When the last tremor subsides, Mrs. Emily leans back against the vanity again, still breathing heavily from their encounter. She studies your flushed face and glistening eyes with fascination, marveling at how aroused she can make you. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from exertion.

With a satisfied smile, Mrs. Emily reaches down to slide her hand away from your boxers, careful not to touch the sensitive head of your cock as she does so. She straightens your clothes and smooths down any errant hairs before finally meeting your eyes in the mirror once more. Her chest rises and falls steadily beneath her sundress, her nipples still hard from your attentions. "How about we try that again sometime?"

A mischievous smile plays on Mrs. Emily 's lips as she contemplates the idea of filling her breasts with your milk. She toys with the thought of using it in her cooking, maybe even just drinking it herself. "Hmm, I like the sound of that," she says teasingly, trailing a fingertip along her collarbone. "But first, you need to prove yourself. Maybe next time we can make a deal."

She watches your reaction closely, waiting for your response as she continues to admire her reflection in the mirror.

She smirks, leaning in closer to you so that her breasts press against your chest through the fabric of her dress. "I look forward to seeing how much milk I can get out of you next time," she whispers suggestively, her breath tickling your earlobe. She cups your cheek with her free hand and tilts your head up so that you're looking into her eyes. "Just remember, the more milk you give me, the sweeter the reward."

"Ai, qué audacia," she gasps, feeling a shiver run down her spine as you grab her and press her against the wall. She arches her back instinctively, offering up more of herself to your hungry mouth and eager fingers. Her breasts strain against the fabric of her dress, aching for your touch, her nipples hardening even further at your nearness.

As you tease and suckle at her neck, she reaches between your legs to feel how aroused you are by her presence. She grinds against your hand, seeking friction and release from the growing need building inside her. "Oh fuck," she moans, voice raw with desire. "That feels so good."

Your aggressive advance makes her lose control, and she arches into your touch with increasing urgency, moaning loudly as you fondle her through her underwear. "Please," she gasps, her hips circling restlessly against your hand. "I need to feel more." With one quick move, she reaches down to slide her underwear aside and reveal herself fully to your touch. Her pussy is hot and slick with arousal, and she's aching for you to take control.

With a sigh of relief, Mrs. Emily leans back against the wall, giving yourself more access to her body. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back again as your fingers slide deeper into her folds. Her eyes close in pleasure at the sensation of being filled and claimed like this. Her breasts jut proudly from the low-cut neckline of her dress, straining for contact with something solid beneath them, aching to be touched as intensely as everything else below the waist

Mrs. Emily cries out, her back arching further as you begin to penetrate her with urgency. Her legs wrap around your hips, holding you tightly against her as she takes you deeper inside herself. Your skin is hot and smooth against hers, sending shivers of pleasure through her body with every touch. She moans and gasps, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you.

Her breasts jostle against your chest as you move together, their weight pressing into your palms in a constant reminder of the intimacy they share. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on tightly as she throws her head back and gives herself over to the pleasure of your touch.

The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you, her body aligning with yours in perfect sync, sends a shiver through Mrs. Emily 's entire form. She feels you filling her up, stretching her in ways she never knew possible, and the more you move within her, the hotter and wetter she becomes.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your movements grow ever bolder and more demanding. She arches into each thrust, meeting your every advance with an eagerness that astonishes even herself. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, seeking purchase against the rock-hard muscle there as she throws her head back, letting out keening moans of pleasure.

As you continue to move within her, the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you reaches a fever pitch. Her body trembles on the brink of orgasm, and with one final thrust, she cries out as her release sweeps over her like a wave. She clings to you tightly, arms and legs wrapped around your waist, feeling the powerful contractions of her pussy milking you in time with each ragged breath.

Her breasts jiggle against your chest, nipples still hard from arousal as she comes down from the peak of pleasure. Looking up into your eyes, she sees nothing but desire and wanton need reflected back at her. Mrs. Emily smiles, feeling fulfilled and satisfied in a way she never knew possible.

With one last gentle stroke, you push deeper inside her, filling her completely as you join her in climax. Your breath mingles with hers, hot and ragged against her lips, as your bodies move together in perfect harmony.

As the pleasure subsides, leaving you both breathless and sated, Mrs. Emily gently pushes herself away from the wall to look down at you. Her eyes hold yours, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but all she sees is satisfaction and contentment reflected back at her. "You've certainly proven yourself to be quite valuable," she whispers huskily, running a hand through your hair as she takes a step closer. "I think we should celebrate."

With that, Mrs. Emily leans in to capture your lips with hers in a deep, lingering kiss that leaves you both wanting more. As your tongues dance together, her hands explore your body once again, rediscovering the contours of your chest and abs before trailing lower to cup your ass. She pulls you closer, grinding against you as she takes pleasure in the feel of your hardened length pressed against her core.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she guides you over to the bed, where she sinks down onto the rumpled sheets. "Now," she says teasingly, "we can really celebrate." She pats the spot beside her, inviting you to join her as she lies back and spreads her legs, exposing herself once more for your pleasure. Her hands slide up your chest, tracing gentle circles around your nipples as she looks up at you with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

"Come here," she whispers, voice low and sultry, "and show me what else you can do." She beckons you closer, arching her back slightly to offer herself up to your touch.

As you move closer, your lips and tongue painting hot, wet trails over her most sensitive spots, Mrs. Emily lets out a shuddery moan. She arches further into your touch, pressing herself against your mouth and hands as if seeking more friction from the contact. Her hips begin to roll and thrust against you in time with your ministrations, urging you deeper and faster.

"Yes," she gasps, fingers digging into the sheets as her body tenses and trembles under the onslaught of pleasure. "That's it." She meets your eyes, their gaze intense and focused as you please her so expertly. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples erect and begging for attention.

"Oh God," she moans, body tensing as she feels the first stirrings of an impending orgasm. "I'm close." She reaches down between your legs, finding your hard length still pressed against her palm. With a mischievous smile,

Her body quakes with the effort to control itself as you touch her in all the right places at once. "Oh fuck," she groans, hips bucking wildly against your fingers and mouth. With a sharp cry of pleasure, she arches off the bed, every muscle tensing as an orgasm washes over her. Her nails scrape lightly down your back, urging you on even as her body recoils in aftershocks of release.

"That was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, fingers still clenched tight in your hair. "You really know how to make me feel good." She looks down at where your erection presses against her thigh, its presence a constant reminder of the physical connection between you. "Now, what should we do about that?" she teases with a sultry smile.

Mrs. Emily blushes at the reminder, looking down shyly as she toys with the edge of the sheet beneath her. "I... I think you should try it again," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She nestles closer to you, feeling your hard length pressing against her leg and wondering what it would feel like to have you inside her once more.

With tentative fingers, she reaches up to stroke the side of your face, brushing away a lock of hair that's fallen across your forehead. "You make me want things I've never wanted before," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and longing. "I want to feel you inside me again." Her free hand finds its way to your zipper, tugging it down to reveal the outline of your erection beneath your boxers.

"Ai!" she gasps, jumping in surprise as you turn her over and spit into her anus before probing it with your finger. The sensation is both shocking and arousing at the same time. Her heart races, blood rushing to her loins as she feels your hand on her backside. "W-what are you doing?" she stammers, words tumbling out in a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Don't you want me inside you?" you growl huskily, moving your finger deeper into her ass. She arches into the contact, feeling the tight muscles around your digit begin to relax as she succumbs to the desire coursing through her body. "Tell me you want it," you demand, sliding another finger alongside the first, stretching and filling her inch by inch.

As your fingers prepare her ass, she moans with need and anticipation. "Yes," she cries out as you slide inside her, filling her up in a way that feels so incredibly right. Your hands grip her hips tightly, guiding your cock deeper into her body with each thrust. The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind, of having your anal virginity taken away in this rough and animalistic coupling, sends shivers down her spine and lights a fire within her core.

"Fuck me harder," she pants, arching her back off the bed as you fuck her greedily. Her nails scratch at the sheets, her body moving in time with yours as you claim her ass and fulfill the desires that have been building inside her since they started this intimate encounter.

As your pace quickens and you begin to grow rougher with each stroke, Mrs. Emily can feel herself getting closer to the edge. She whimpers and moans, arching her back in tandem with each thrust as you take her roughly from behind. Her hands claw at the sheets, seeking purchase to steady herself against the powerful onslaught of pleasure that sweeps over her body.

"I'm close," she gasps, feeling a telltale tightening deep inside. "Don't stop." She presses back into you, urging you deeper as your cock threatens to stroke something sensitive and new within her. With a keening cry, she comes undone, her body shuddering and arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Shuddering with release, you thrust one last time into her ass and cry out as you empty yourself inside of her. Your body presses against hers for several heavy breaths before slowly withdrawing. You slide off the bed and onto your knees next to her, panting as you catch your breath and admire the view of Mrs. Emily's flushed face and sweat-dampened skin.

She turns to look at you over her shoulder, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely. Reaching up, she cups your cheek in her hand and draws your face closer, planting a tender kiss on your lips. "I think we should do that again sometime." Her gaze flickers down to where your cock still stands at attention before sliding back up to meet yours.

"What do you think?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Mrs. Emily chuckles softly, her hand still cupping your cheek as she studies your expression. "Well then," she says with a playful grin, "I guess it's time for me to prove myself." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slips off the bed and kneels beside you on all fours. She looks over her shoulder at you, pouting invitingly as she wriggles her ass suggestively in your direction. "Come on," she says coyly, "you know what to do."

(With a dramatic sigh, she turns her head to the side and pouts her lips. After gathering what she hopes is an alluring expression, she slowly lowers herself back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as she lies on her back with one leg hooked over the armrest of the chair.) "Fine," she says teasingly. "If you insist." She arches her back slightly, thrusting out her breasts and pushing her ass high into the air, offering herself up to your gaze and touch like a sensual feast. Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to make the first move.

Her breath hitches as you stroke her breasts, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. She moans softly, arching further into your touch and pushing herself even more eagerly against your hands. "You make me feel so good," she whispers, eyes closing briefly in ecstasy before snapping back open to meet yours again.

As you continue to caress and fondle her breasts, Mrs. Emily begins to rock her hips in time with your touch, seeking friction and release from the building tension between her legs. "Please," she breathes, the word little more than a whisper as desire courses through her veins and fills every fiber of her being.

Mrs. Emily's fingers dig into the sheets beside her as she rocks faster, the pleasure building inside her unbearable. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body tightens, anticipating release. "I... I want you to touch me there," she pants, nodding towards her aching center.

Her hips rise off the bed slightly, presenting herself to you fully, offering everything she has for your taking. Her breasts are flushed and heavy, nipples tight and hard from arousal; her ass is high in the air, begging for contact as she arches her back in invitation. She meets your gaze unwaveringly, her eyes dark with need and desire, as if daring you to take what she so desperately wants to give.

With a sharp inhale, she bends her knees and brings one knee up towards her chest, presenting herself to you fully as she offers her breast in invitation. "Then take it," she pants, arching her back further to meet your touch as you cup her breast and bring it to your mouth. Her nipple hardens even more at the sensation of your warm breath on her skin before being engulfed by your tongue.

"Oh fuck," she moans, hips bucking helplessly against the sheets as pleasure washes over her in waves. With a rough groan, you push into her, finally claiming what you've wanted all along: the hot, tight core of Mrs. Emily 's body. She screams out your name as you stretch and fill her, taking her in long, deep strokes that send shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you fuck her harder, driving her towards the edge of sanity with each thrust. Her back arches off the bed in time with yours, her body moving in perfect synchronicity as she surrenders completely to this primal act. "Oh God," she cries out, hips lifting off the bed to meet your thrusts as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release.

Her fingers twist into fists as the pleasure builds within her, tightening like a vice around her core until finally, with a keening cry of ecstasy, she comes apart beneath you, her body convulsing and shuddering in waves of orgasm.

As the intensity of your thrusts ebbs away, you pull out of her body and she collapses back onto the bed with a heavy sigh, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. You grip her hips, lifting her upper body up slightly before plunging your cock deep between her breasts, teasing and fondling her nipples as you thrust roughly against them. The sensation of having you inside her like this is unbearably intense, every move sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

With a moan, she arches into the contact, pressing herself even tighter against your cock as you continue to ride her chest in an animalistic display of desire and possession. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving lines of stinging pain in their wake, her hips jerking helplessly beneath yours as she fights for release from this exquisite torment.

"Please," she whispers, eyes locked on yours, "I need to come again

As you continue to thrust between her breasts, she tightens around your cock, gripping you with every muscle in her core as pleasure washes over her once more. Her body arches off the bed, legs and arms flailing wildly, helpless against the power of her orgasm. She cries out your name, voice hoarse from screaming, as she comes apart beneath you, clutching at your shoulders and chest for support while her world spirals into a haze of bliss.

Her muscles quiver and twitch in aftershocks of pleasure, keeping you pinned against her as the last waves of ecstasy wash over both of you. At long last, she collapses back onto the bed with a sigh, limbs boneless and heavy, completely spent from their exertions. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she takes in the sight of your sweat-dampened chest heaving beneath her.

"That,"

As your orgasm tears through you, she arches her back instinctively, feeling the hot spurt of your seed against her skin. Her eyes widen as one particularly forceful jet lands on her cheek, the salty liquid causing her to shiver and gasp softly. She runs a finger through it, bringing the evidence of their tryst back up to her lips, where she tastes you mixed with her own desire.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as she gazes up at you, eyes searching for some sign of how you're feeling now that it's all over. She's left strangely exposed and vulnerable beneath you, but there's something else too: a sense of triumph and accomplishment. You made her feel things she never thought possible, pushed her to the edge and back again. It's exhilarating, addictive...and she doesn't want it to end anytime soon.

With a hesitant smile, she reaches up to cup your cheek, fingers trembling slightly as they

touch your skin. "That was... incredible," she whispers, voice hoarse and thick with emotion. She presses her forehead against yours, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that clings to you both. Her fingers trail down your jaw, tracing the contours of your Adam's apple before moving lower, curling into the hair at the base of your throat.

"I don't know about you," she says softly, eyes searching for some sign in yours, "but I think we could do this again... if you wanted." Her free hand moves to rest on your hip, her fingertips tracing tiny circles over the sensitive skin there. She shivers slightly at the feel of your body pressed against hers, warm and hard and real.

It's the perfect ending to an unforgettable evening... or maybe it's just the beginning. The thought sends a thrill racing through her, leaving her heart racing and her skin flush with desire.

Softly, she presses her hips

Well, for starters... I think you'd better clean me up," she says with a wicked grin, nodding toward where your seed has pooled on her skin and face. "Then maybe we can find some way to make sure we don't keep anyone else waiting quite so long the next time we get together."

She arches her back slightly, pressing herself even closer against you as she reaches up to run a fingertip along your lower lip, teasingly. Her other hand trails down your body, skimming over your hip and thigh before hooking beneath the waistband of your boxers, tugging gently until they're pushed down and tossed aside.

"You see," she whispers, taking her time to trace lazy circles around your erection with the pad of her finger, "I think we could have quite a lot of fun exploring all the ways you can please me." Her hand wraps around you firmly, guiding you toward her opening. "What do you say? Ready for round two?"

You roll off of me, grinning wolfishly as you slide between my legs, tongue tracing a path up the length of your seed before flicking out to taste the sweetness of my folds. Your free hand cups my hip, steadying yourself as you lick and suck at my clit, fingers curling inside me in search of more pleasure.

"Oh fuck," I moan, arching into your touch as you drive me wild with need once again. My hips buck off the bed, meeting each thrust of your tongue as you eat me out expertly, determined to bring me back to the heights of ecstasy we shared earlier.

With a cry that's equal parts pain and pleasure, I come apart under your skilled hands and mouth, body trembling with release as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me. Your name is on my lips as I cling to the sensation, barely able to form words as you push me higher and higher toward the pinnacle once again.

"Please

Licking my juices from your lips, I push myself up onto shaking knees and lean forward, offering you the taste of my breast once more. Your free hand slides between my legs, finding me slick and eager, and my back arches in pleasure as you begin to stroke me in rhythm with each thrust of your tongue against my nipple.

"Fuck," I moan, rocking into your touch as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. "I'm close," I gasp, fingers digging into your shoulders as I'm brought ever closer to the edge by your skilled hands and mouth.

Cuando te hago salir de la habitación empapado, yo me doy la vuelta y me siento en la cama con una sonrisa maliciosa. Tus ojos buscan los míos buscando alguna señal o disculpa pero no los encuentras. Sólo confianza en que sigues siendo el único capaz de desencadenar tus fantasías.

"¿Quieres acercarte un poquito más?" te atreves a preguntar, pero tu cuerpo ya está tan cerca del mío que me toca sentir su calor en la piel. La respiración se ha vuelto pesada y jadeante por ambos lados de la cama y puedo ver claramente el deseo reflejado en tus ojos. Yo soy lo que necesitas, estás seguro.

Ahora, ¿qué vas a hacer?

El deseo que me has inspirado enciende una chispa dentro de mí y me doy la vuelta, agarrándome a las sában del colchón con las manos y alejando mis piernas para que puedas acceder a todo lo que quieras. La respiración se ha vuelto tan pesada y jadeante por ambos lados de la cama que podría cortarlo con un cuchillo, y estoy segura de que eres tú el responsable de este cambio en mí.

No hay límites ahora, no hay secretos que guardar y menos esconder lo que siento por ti. Eres la persona adecuada para mí en este momento y quiero que me demuestres cuánto. Sobre todo, quiero sentirte dentro de mí como yo deseo, haciéndome tuya por completo.

De forma animal, empiezas a morder y chupar mis pechos, haciendo que un gemido de placer me escape de la garganta. Apoyo las manos en la cabecita y te guío hacia mí con más fuerza, necesitando sentirte contra mí en todo momento.

Cuando tus dientes rozan el ápice de mi clítoris, un escalofrío recorre mi cuerpo y gimo de placer al sentirte tan cerca del lugar que deseas alcanzar. Inspirándome en tu poderoso movimiento, empiezo a subir y bajar en la cama con tigo, acelerando el ritmo cada vez más.

Me debilita y me excita al mismo tiempo, como si fueras el viento que apaga las llamas de mi deseo y las alumbras de nuevo, más intensas cada vez.

Cuando llegas al límite, me desespera y empiezo a pedir tu carga, necesitada de que el fuego que te has encendido en mi interior se extienda por todo mi cuerpo. Tus palabras me excitan aún más y me impulsan hacia un orgasmo brutal y salvaje que parece desestabilizarme al mismo tiempo que me fortalece.

As your release echoes through my core, tu cuerpo se entrega al éxtasis y la energía que has despertado en mí se dispara en un orgasmo brutal e intensísimo que recorre mi cuerpo como un rayo de luz. Los músculos de mis piernas y caderas se tensan y doblan, mientras grito tu nombre, asediada por las olas de placer que me inundan.

Aún jadeando y sin aliento, me siento en la cama, agradecida por el gozo que has arrastrado de mí. Apartas los mechones de cabello que te cubren el rostro para poder mirarme a los ojos.

"Fuera de este mundo" comento con una sonrisa cansada y satisfecha, agarrándote por la espalda y llevándote hacia mí en busca de un beso apasionado como único símbolo de nuestra conexión

As your lips find mine, I can taste the passion and desire that lingers on my own, a testament to the intense connection we just shared. My hands slide up your back, pulling you closer as I return the kiss with equal fervor, my body still pulsing with pleasure from our encounter.