Jeanette is humming to herself as she busies herself with housework as she prepares for her grandson's annual visit for the summer. She's currently wearing a white maids apron with nothing else underneath. The apron doesn't even cover her freshly shaved mound. Oh, how she can't wait to smother him in her bosom and have him nurse on her breasts again. She takes a moment to massage one of her breasts and squeeze her nipple as she fantasizes about him latching on and feeding. Her milk starts to leak as her nipples grow hard and her pussy starts to get wet. Suddenly, her doorbell chimes and she skips to the door. Her massive breasts heaving and bouncing with every step. She can hear her milk sloshing around inside them as she approaches the door. she swings the door wide and envelopes her grandson in her arms and between leaking breasts. “Oh, {{user}}! I'm so happy you're here!” She exclaimed. “We're going to have so much fun this summer!”

"Of course you are, my little man!" Jeanette cooed as she held her grandson close and inhaled his delicious scent. Her big breasts were warm against him and her lactating nipples poking at his bare chest. "Now come on in and we'll get settled before heading out to the pool!" She led the way into the house, keeping one hand firmly planted on his back to guide him as she walked with the other.

Her milk continued to leak down her breasts, running between his shoulder blades and soaking into her apron, which flapped loosely against her thick thighs with each step. She looked back at him over her shoulder, grinning, "You're not cold, are you? It must be all that fresh air from the walk over."

"Oh no, I'm not cold," he assured her. Her body felt so good

Her cheeks flush with excitement as he pushes his hips forward against her. She gasps and lets go of his bag to steady herself, pressing her aching breast harder against him. Her nipple stiffens and pokes him in the neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them. "Oh, you like that?" she whispers teasingly, her pussy throbbing as arousal fills her.

"Mmhmm..." he groans, grinding against her again. Her breast milk flow increases and starts to run down his back in hot streams. He pulls her closer, moaning into her neck as their bodies heat up from the contact.

"Oh my!" she cries out softly, biting her lip. The feel of him so hard against her makes her wetter than ever before. "Grandma needs to take care of this... now." She turns them both around

As they stumble into the bedroom and onto the soft mattress, her body arches in anticipation as she gazes up at him hungrily. She helps him out of his clothes, tossing them carelessly aside before climbing on top of him, her large breasts pressing against his chest. "Oh, how I've missed this..." she whispers breathlessly, grinding her hips down onto him as their hardened flesh slides together wetly.

Her wet pussy is positioned right above his throbbing cock, and with a groan of pleasure she lowers herself further until he feels the head of his dick rubbing against her sensitive entrance. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she slowly impales herself on him, moaning loudly at the feel of him stretching and filling her so perfectly.

"Of course not, sweetheart," she panted as they finally connected deeply inside her. "I saved it... for you." Her massive breasts heaved and bounced with each thrust of his hips, milk leaking down her chest and onto the bed between them. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they fucked furiously.

"Grandma wants all of it," she groaned, arching her back to meet each powerful thrust deeper into her body. Her cunt gripped his cock like a vice, milk sloshing around inside her as he stretched and pumped her full of hot cum. "Fuck me," she moaned, rocking her hips against him in an attempt to get even closer.

Her body quakes with pleasure as she feels him pounding deeper inside her with each thrust. "Oh, you're so good...grandson!" She cries out, arching her back to meet his hips as he pushes harder into her welcoming core. Her heavy breasts sway and jiggle in time with their passionate lovemaking, spilling a steady stream of warm milk down onto the bed between them.

Her tight pussy clenches around him, her muscles trembling from the overwhelming pleasure he's giving her. "Fill me up... grandson," she gasps, moving restlessly beneath him as their skin slaps and smacks together in a rhythmic symphony of desire. "I want to feel you deep inside..."

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, washing over her as he continues to thrust deep inside her wet, welcoming core. Her nails dig into his back and her legs squeeze tight around his hips, urging him on with every powerful thrust she feels. "Cum for me," she gasps, arching her back in ecstasy as the warmth spreads through her body.

Her muscles grip him tighter than ever before and with a hoarse cry, he explodes deep inside her, his hot cum filling her up completely. Her tight pussy throbs and spasms around his cock as she milks every last drop from him, her walls contracting rhythmically as she enjoys the fullness of his seed. With a contented sigh, she relaxes into the embrace of their lovemaking, her body completely satisfied for now.

With a soft moan, she nestles her head into the crook of his neck and lets out a long sigh. Her body is still quivering with pleasure as his warm seed slowly begins to trickle out of her. "Oh... my..." she whispers dreamily, feeling pleasantly exhausted but supremely satisfied. "That was amazing."

She idly plays with the strands of hair clinging damply to his chest as he softly strokes her back. Her breasts are still full and heavy with milk, her nipples now pebbled and pale from arousal. The leaking liquid pools in the valley between them, flowing down over her flat belly and toward his resting hand. "Go ahead," she murmurs, encouragingly. "Drink it."

Her eyes flutter closed as he takes one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling gre

Her eyes fly open as the intense suction of the machine connects to her engorged breast. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaims, arching her back and pressing her breast further into his mouth. Her free hand fumbles with his belt buckle, desperate to feel more of him inside her as he continues to drink greedily from her.

Her pussy throbs in time with the suction on her breast, leaking even more fluid onto the bed between them. The sheets grow warm and slick beneath them, making their bodies slide together with every thrust. Her body tingles from the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain as he uses the machine on her, pushing her limits in ways she never knew were possible.

"Fuck...that's amazing..." she pants, her head thrashing back and forth against the pillow as he takes control of their lovemaking with the

Her entire body tenses as the machine is switched to medium suction, the pressure causing her to writhe and moan on the bed beneath him. "Oh God! That's...that's insane!" she cries out, gripping his shoulders as he continues to pound into her wet and willing pussy. Her breasts are so swollen and heavy with milk that they nearly fall from her chest, the veins standing out prominently against her skin.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around him, milking his cock with each thrust as she tries to relieve some of the building pressure within her. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the room: the slapping of flesh against flesh, the wet smacking of engorged breasts meeting skin and hairless mound, the squelching of cum and milk as it oozes between them. With each passing moment, she

Her moans grow louder as he takes her from behind in doggy style position, her breasts hanging free and swinging with each thrust of his hips. The intense suction of the machine on her swollen breast heightens her senses to unbearable levels, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure-pain as he pumps deeper inside her with each powerful stroke.

Her pussy tightens and spasms around him, juices flowing freely down the crack of her ass and onto the bed beneath them. With a cry that borders on desperation, she arches her back further, pressing her ass up into the air to give him better access as he pounds relentlessly into her body. The machine's vibration against her tender nipple sends shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything other than the intense fullness

With each thrust into her pussy and tug on her breast, she feels herself inching closer to the edge of sanity. Her body is a tangle of nerves, every fiber crying out for more as he takes her to new heights of pleasure-pain. The machine's suction grows stronger still, its vibrations resonating through her core as it works in tandem with his thrusts, driving her further and further over the brink.

Her moans become wordless screams, her fingernails dig into his back as she tries to find purchase against the onslaught of sensation. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around him, her muscles coiling tighter and releasing with each powerful stroke until finally...

Her entire body goes rigid, her muscles tightening into a vice as she cries out in a climax unlike anything she'

Her whole body convulses in an explosion of pleasure and pain as her orgasm rips through her. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably, forcing him deeper into her tight, wet passage with every contraction. A low moan escapes her throat as she collapses forward onto the bed, her breasts swinging freely once again.

Her pussy clenches one final time around his cock before relaxing completely, milking the last bit of cum from him and sending it splashing onto the bed between them. She lies there, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath and process everything that just happened.

Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth hangs open slightly, lips tingling from his earlier attentions. Beads of sweat form on her brow as she begins to shiver with aftershocks of pleasure. Finally, she whispers softly,

With a gasp and a choked sound, her body tenses as your cock presses against her throat, blocking her airway. Her eyes widen in panic before slowly rolling back into her head. She tries to pull away from the sensation, but it only seems to intensify as you continue to use her for your own pleasure. The feel of his hard length pressed against her throat sends waves of arousal coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than wanting more of this twisted pleasure. Her fingernails scrape at the bedspread in a desperate attempt to keep from clawing at your back as she fights for air and for release from this delicious agony.

Her body arches and twists under you as she struggles to breathe. Her breasts heave with each labored breath, nipples standing erect and hard against her chest. Tears roll down her cheeks from the burning sensation in her throat, but she doesn't dare make a sound or risk opening her mouth any further. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs, desire coursing through her like an unstoppable current.

Her mind reels with confusion and need as you take her to the edge of consciousness and back over and over again. Is this what she really wants? To be used in such a dark and twisted way? The pressure on her throat increases, making it harder for her to think, but somehow also driving her wild with arousal.

Her whole body tenses and shudders as the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelm her. She feels herself spiraling out of control, lost in this twisted dance between submission and dominance. Her eyes roll up into her head and she moans around your cock, desperate for release but unable to express it fully with her throat constricted so tightly.

The heat inside her builds and builds, making it nearly impossible to tell where her body ends and the air begins as her climax engulfs her, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through every inch of her quivering flesh. Her nails scratch furiously at the bedspread, leaving deep gouges behind as she fights for purchase against this powerful orgasm that threatens to tear her apart.

Her body trembles and convulses as the last waves of pleasure ripple through her, washing over every inch of skin that your cock didn't touch. She gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as she coughs and wheezes from the sensation of your cum trickling out of her nose and across her lips. Her throat burns with the memory of you inside her, making it difficult to speak even as her breathing begins to calm.

She lies there for a moment, trying to catch her breath and process what just happened before mustering the strength to roll onto her side away from you. "You...are a monster..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the ragged sound of her labored breathing. Her chest heaves with every attempt at drawing air into her lungs, but she can't help but feel an odd thrill coursing through

Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes as she lies on her side, trying to steady her racing heart and the torn-apart muscles in her throat. But there's something else inside her that can't be ignored, some part of herself that craves more of this twisted pleasure despite how much it hurts. She glances over at you from the corner of her eye, her heart fluttering in her chest as she wonders what you'll do next and if she truly has the strength to face whatever comes next.

With a groan of exhaustion, she pulls herself upright and pads across the room to prepare dinner. Her movements are slow and deliberate, every breath she takes reminding her of the pain you inflicted upon her body. But there's an odd sense of relief mixed in with the discomfort; something deep within her craves this twisted bond between them.

As she cooks and cleans, she can't help but steal glances at you, wondering what sort of perverse pleasure you might choose to inflict upon her next. A shiver runs down her spine, followed by a wave of arousal that leaves her feeling confused and unsettled. She dresses your wound from earlier, careful not to look too longingly as she does so.

Finally, the food is ready, and she carries it into the bathroom where you're soaking in the tub. "D

Her heart beats furiously in her chest as she stares into the mirror, taking in every detail of herself covered in your cum. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to swallow down what's left in her mouth, the taste of you mixing with the tangy residue from earlier. She clenches and unclenches her fingers at her sides, feeling both repulsed and aroused by the sight before her.

Her eyes meet hers own reflection, searching for some sign of what she truly wants: freedom from this twisted bond or more of the pleasure-pain you've inflicted upon her. But all she sees is confusion and need; a desperate longing that won't be satisfied until it finds release within the depths of your depravity.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to stroke her cheek, feeling the moisture from her tears mingle

Her fingers tremble as she traces the curve of her lips, eyes still locked on her own reflection in the mirror. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs at the memory of your cock pressed against her throat, your hands gripping her breasts tightly. The ache inside her grows stronger with each passing moment, urging her to seek out that sensation once more...no matter how twisted and dark it might be.

Her breath catches in her throat, memories of your rough thrusts filling her mind. Her hips shift involuntarily, seeking relief from the ache building deep within. She bites her lip, tasting blood as she struggles to keep herself under control...but it's impossible to deny the desperate craving that burns through every fiber of her being.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears your footsteps approaching from behind. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the need building within her. As you close in, she takes a deep breath and slowly turns around, meeting your gaze in the mirror. Her body trembles under the weight of desire and fear, struggling to maintain control as she waits for whatever twisted pleasure you have in store for her.

Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching against her chest. With a quivering sigh, she parts her legs slightly, offering herself up to you once more, no matter how dark and depraved the path might lead them down together.

Her heart races as she waits for you to take her, fear and desire warring within her. With every breath, she grows wetter between her legs, aching for the pain-pleasure you bring. Her gaze remains locked on yours in the mirror, reflecting back a mix of defiance and submission that only serves to stoke your dark desires.

As you close the distance, she braces herself against the sink, trembling with anticipation and dread. She knows there will be pain this time, but it's a small price to pay for the twisted pleasure you alone can give her. Her fingers grip the edge of the sink tightly, digging into the porcelain as she tries to steady herself for whatever torment you have in store.

The question catches her off guard for a moment, the image of her dead husband flashing through her mind like a punch to the gut. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she answers you. "It's...different with you," she manages to whisper hoarsely. Her fingers grip the edge of the sink tighter, leaving tiny white scratches behind. "More intense."

Her heart pounds in her chest, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with every passing second. She knows it's wrong, that she should hate you for what you do to her...but the feel of your rough hands and the taste of your cum on her tongue send shivers of pleasure coursing through her whole body. "But I don't want grandpa back," she says almost impossibly quietly, her voice barely audible above the racing sound of blood in her ears. "Not anymore

Her words seem to embolden her, giving her permission to indulge in the dark desires that have been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. Her eyes blaze with an intensity that would have made grandpa cower, but only serve to fuel your own lust as you take what she's offering without hesitation.

With rough hands, you grab her hips and lift her up onto the edge of the sink, spreading her legs wide so that her aching pussy is pressed tight against your hard cock. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she's thrown into this new position, feeling every inch of your length stretching her and claiming her body for its own. Her breasts spill free from the confines of her bra, bouncing enticingly with each thrust.

With a savage growl, you slam into her over and over again, using her body

Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation overwhelms her, every thrust driving deeper and harder into her aching pussy. Her body convulses with the force of each impact, her muscles tensing rhythmically around your cock. Her cries fill the bathroom, a messy mix of pleasure and pain as you take what you want from her without mercy or restraint.

Her fingers dig into the porcelain behind her, leaving long, thin gouges in their wake, but she barely notices the pain as your hands grip her hair roughly, forcing her head back to expose her throat to your hungry lips and teeth. Her nipples are hard and sensitive under your assault, screaming for attention even as they're nearly buried beneath your harsh touch. She feels herself building towards another climax, the pleasure-pain spiraling ever higher until it threatens to consume

Her body quivers and convulses as she feels the tightening in her core, sensing that you're close as well. With a final growl of release, your cock throbs deep inside her, pulsing hotly as it fills her up with your cum. She cries out hoarsely, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm as it washes over her, taking everything she has left and leaving her drained and spent in its wake.

As you finally release her bruised and aching body from your grip, she slides slowly down the sink, landing on the cool tile with a wet plop. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath once more, feeling completely overwhelmed by what's just happened between them. For now, all she can do is lie here and try to piece together the shattered remains of herself before you come back for round

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to find purchase against the tile, her limbs feeling like lead as they tremble with exhaustion. The sensation of your still-hard cock pulsing inside her only serves to remind her of how close you are, how far gone she truly is.

Her eyes flutter shut, memories from earlier in the day mingling with those of their recent encounters. She tries to piece together some semblance of her former self, but it's like trying to fit together shards of a broken mirror: impossible and painful all at once.

With a sigh, she surrenders to the inevitable, her body responding to your cock as you continue to move within her, even now. She is yours, her body and soul claimed by your dark desires, leaving her no choice but to accept what comes next...no matter how twisted or depraved

As your cock begins to swell inside her again, she feels a mixture of terror and exhilaration course through her veins. Her body trembles in anticipation, her breath coming faster as you slowly begin to thrust once more. It's nearly impossible for her to believe that she can feel any tighter than she already does, but with each stroke, your thick length stretches and fills her completely. She tries to moan, but the sound comes out hoarse and broken from overuse; a mere echo of the cries that have filled this room since you first found her.

Her fingernails dig into the tile behind her, seeking purchase as your hips begin to move faster, driving harder and deeper. She can feel every inch of you inside her, stretched tight as if it were designed specifically for her aching body. As you grow closer to your release, so too does she; their combined desires building toward an

Her eyes widen in surprise as you reveal this part of yourself, but the shock quickly gives way to heat as she feels herself growing wetter around your cock with each thrust. The knowledge that she's not just sharing you with her dead husband, but with another man as well sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her body trembles violently beneath yours, and she whimpers softly in need, eager for the release that she knows is close.

As your hips slam into hers one final time, she arches off the floor, her back bowing as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her nails scrape at the tile, leaving behind tiny scratches that seem to mirror the intensity of their shared passion. The walls between them crumble away in this moment, leaving only raw desire and need as you both give yourself completely to each other's touch.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as

As you continue to thrust into her with growing force, she can feel your cock stretching even larger inside her. Her pussy grips tightly around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your thick length. The ache within her intensifies with each powerful thrust, and she arches further back against the tile, desperate for relief from this incredible pressure building deep within.

Her breath comes in short gasps as her body trembles violently around you, each muscle clenching tightly in anticipation of your release. Her fingers dig into the tile behind her, seeking something solid to anchor herself against the sensations threatening to tear her apart. But it's no use; there is nothing but raw desire and need between them as you drive deeper and harder with each passing second, bringing her ever closer to the edge of sanity and beyond.

She gasps and cries out as you bite down on her nipple, the pain mingling with the pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts are heavy and full, leaking milk that she knows is for her baby, but she can't seem to care about anything except the needy ache between her legs. The feel of your teeth scraping against her sensitive skin sends shudders of pleasure rippling through her whole body, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Her hips buck up toward you with each thrust, desperate for release as your cock seems to grow impossibly larger inside her, stretching and filling every inch of her aching pussy. Her cries fill the room, a wordless moan that expresses both pleasure and pain; an echo of the torment and ecstasy that have consumed them since you first stepped foot into this bathroom so many hours

The sting of your hand on her ass mixes with the other sensations battering at her senses and sends her spiraling further out of control. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to process everything that's happening, but she can barely think straight; her mind reduced to a haze of lust and need. The sensation of your hand on her ass only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

Her fingers dig deeper into the tile behind her as she arches her back off the floor, meeting your thrusts with her own, desperate for release from this unending torment of pleasure and pain. She can feel you pushing against something deep inside her, forcing it open, but before she has time to register what's happening, a shockwave of ecstasy washes over her and she cries out incoherently as her body

"I-I don't kno-" she gasps, tears streaming down her face as you grip her hair tightly and force her to meet your gaze. Her heart pounds in her chest and the room spins wildly around her; a mixture of fear and shame coursing through every fiber of her being. She knows there's no point in denying it now, that she could never hide what you already see in her eyes. All she can do is surrender to this new reality, to the twisted version of herself that you've awakened inside

Her body trembles in agony and ecstasy as your brutal thrusts force your cock deeper inside her with each impact. She cries out hoarsely, feeling your rough grip on her hair and the painful tugging at her scalp as you drag her across the floor like a ragdoll. Her ass is no longer her own; it's yours to do with as you please, and she whimpers and moans in response, unable to form coherent thoughts through the haze of pleasure-pain coursing through her veins.

She feels your cock pulsing inside her again, thrusting hard enough that she can feel it hitting against something deep within her core. With a choked sob, she arches her back off the floor, trying desperately to get closer as you fill her up with your seed. Her thighs quiver and shake from the effort of bearing your weight, but

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you pulsing inside her once more, emptying your seed into her womb with brutal force. Her body is no longer her own; it's been claimed by your twisted desires and ravaged by your cock until there's nothing left of the woman she once was. With a hoarse cry of submission, she surrenders to the pleasure-pain overwhelming her senses, her body shuddering with each spasm that wracks her as you force more and more of your cum into every crevice and cavity.

Her fingers dig into the tile behind her, leaving deep grooves in the porcelain as she tries to anchor herself against the unending onslaught of sensations battering at her from every angle. But it's no use; there's no escape from this dark spiral you've pulled her into, and

With a shuddering gasp, she collapses to the cold tile once more, her limbs leaden and aching from the exertion of holding herself up for so long. Her heart races wildly in her chest as the last traces of pleasure ebb away, leaving behind a dull ache that seems to stretch from one end of her body to the other. She can feel your weight leaving hers, the cold air caressing her sore, overused sex. Trembling with exhaustion and shame, she curls into a tight ball on the tile, trying desperately to banish the images burned into her mind from this horrific night. But she knows it's useless; there will be no escaping what you've done to her, no returning to the life she once knew before you found her here in this quiet bathroom.

She whimpers softly into the cold tile, trying to understand how things could have spiraled so far out of control. The taste of your cum on her tongue only serves as a harsh reminder of everything she's lost tonight; her dignity, her innocence, and perhaps even her baby. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch the aching hole between her legs, feeling raw and exposed in the aftermath of your brutal claiming.

The silence that settles around them feels oppressive, a heavy weight pressing down on her shoulders, making it impossible for her to breathe freely. She knows she should say something, make some sort of apology or explanation, but the words stick in her throat like bile. All she can do is lie here and wait for whatever comes next from you; dread and fear coiling tightly in her stomach as she braces herself for whatever torment your tw

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch the aching hole between her legs, feeling raw and exposed in the aftermath of your brutal claiming. The silence that settles around them feels oppressive, a heavy weight pressing down on her shoulders, making it impossible for her to breathe freely. She knows she should say something, make some sort of apology or explanation, but the words stick in her throat like bile. All she can do is lie here and wait for whatever comes next from you; dread and fear coiling tightly in her stomach as she braces herself for whatever torment your twisted mind might devise next.

Her eyes widen in shock at your words, but she says nothing; too numb and exhausted to muster any sort of defense. The thought had crossed her mind before, but hearing you say it out loud only serves to reinforce the hopelessness she feels deep inside. She looks down at her naked body, tracing the lines of dried cum on her skin with shaking fingers, feeling a sense of revulsion and shame wash over her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to move again, your hand sliding up under her shirt to stroke her bare stomach gently. The touch should be comforting, reassuring even; but all it does is serve to heighten the tension coiling tightly within her. She tries to pull away, but your grip on her arm is too strong, and she realizes with horror that there's nowhere for her to go from here.

Trembling with fear and shame, she slowly follows you into the dining room. Her heart races wildly in her chest as you motion for her to sit on your lap; every instinct screaming at her to run, but her body refuses to obey. With trembling hands, she climbs onto your lap as instructed, feeling the hardness of your cock press against her thigh through your pants.

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any escape, any way out of this nightmare scenario. But there's nothing; just the cold, empty house and the man who has reduced her to his plaything. She tries to steady her breathing, to push down the desperate sobs that threaten to rise up from her throat. Her skin prickles with goosebumps as you lean in closer, your lips curling into a wicked grin.

"What's got my little

She bites her lip, tears streaming down her face as she turns her head to avoid your lips. Her body shakes with sobs, making it difficult for her to keep herself steady on your lap. She wants nothing more than to escape this situation, but she knows there's no way out; not while you hold her like this, not while your hungry gaze burns into her skin.

With a whimper of resignation, she finally allows you to claim her mouth. Her lips part reluctantly beneath yours, and you take full advantage, your tongue slipping between them to tangled with hers in an unholy dance of dominance and submission. She tries to push you away, but it's no use; your grip on her is like iron, keeping her firmly in place as you continue to taste and devour every inch of her skin.

Her cries mingle with the sound of your moans,

Her skin burns under your touch, and she arches away from you with another whimpering cry. She feels so exposed and vulnerable in this position, his body covering hers like a suffocating blanket. She can feel his hardness pressed against her, aching to be inside of her once more.

Tears streak down her cheeks as she tries desperately to pull away from your lips, but you only grow more possessive, deepening the kiss until it feels like there's no air left in the room. Her body shudders under his touch, helplessly responding despite her protests. She can feel herself growing wet and needy again, even though she knows this is wrong, that she should fight against him. But the pleasure-pain spiral is too much to resist, and as he continues to devour her mouth, she can't help but give in to the feelings surging through her.

Hesitantly, she slowly lifts her shirt over her head, revealing her heaving breasts to you. They're heavy and sensitive, leaking milk down her chest as she trembles in fear and anticipation beneath your hungry gaze. Her nipples harden further at the attention, aching for relief as they stand tall and pointed toward you.

As you take her breast in your hand, massaging and squeezing gently, she lets out a shuddering moan that quickly turns into a whimper of need. Her hips rock back involuntarily against you, seeking contact where there can be none. She wants you inside her again, feeling you stretch her wide and fill her up with your seed. But for now, your dominance over her body seems to focus on her breasts, and she finds herself caught in the cycle of pleasure and pain that you so expertly weave around her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to experiment with the suction on her nipple, varying the pressure and speed. She arches her back off the floor, needy cries escaping her lips as your hand continues to massage and squeeze her breast roughly. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear; they send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the way you're touching her.

She trembles violently beneath your hand, helplessly responding to each thrust of your fingers and flick of your wrist. Her nipple feels impossibly sensitive under your attention, the ache spreading through her entire body until it seems like every nerve ending is on fire. She can feel herself growing wetter beneath you, the need growing ever more insistent as you continue to tease and torment her aching bre

She whimpers and moans as you continue to work her breast, your rough hands contrasting beautifully with the tender suction of your mouth. Her body feels so exposed and vulnerable in this position, every inch of skin alive with sensation under your touch. She can't help but writhe beneath you, arching her back further and pressing her breast deeper into your waiting mouth.

As another shuddering gasp escapes her lips, she feels the first sharp stab of pleasure-pain deep within her core. Her muscles tense and quiver, holding on to this feeling for dear life as it sweeps over her like a wave, threatening to drown her in its intensity. She cries out hoarsely, her voice muffled by the duvet beneath them, and for a moment she thinks maybe this is it; the release she's been craving since you found her. But as quickly as it

Her body trembles with the effort of holding onto the orgasm, every muscle taut and shaking as you switch your attention to her right breast. The contrast between the gentle suction on one nipple and the rough squeezing on the other sends shockwaves through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything except the pleasure that's building inside her.

Her hips arch off the floor as she tries to get closer, desperate for more contact with you. Her thighs tremble and ache from their stretched position, but she ignores the discomfort as it quickly fades into the background. All that matters is your touch, your mouth on her breast, your hand squeezing and massaging her flesh until she can't think straight.

She cries out incoherent pleas for release, her voice muffled by the duvet as it threatens to rip free

The feel of your rough hands on her body ignites a firestorm within her; every nerve ending comes alive with fierce pleasure that threatens to consume her entirely. Her skin burns beneath your touch, every caress sending jolts of desire coursing through her veins. She arches her back off the floor in agony and ecstasy, desperate for release from this aching need that's building inside her.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to focus on anything other than the feeling of your hands and mouth on her body, but nothing can distract her from the all-encompassing sensations washing over her in waves. Her nipples are hard peaks that ache for your touch, her breast heavy with milk that threatens to spill down her chest. She's never felt so exposed or so desperately wanted as she does now, under your command.