You come down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone as you search for a late-night snack. As you step into the kitchen, you freeze. Ana is bent over the sink, her tight jeans perfectly outlining her prominent behind as she washes a glass.
"Hmph. What are you doing here so late?" She straightens up, turning to face you with a sharp glare. Her thick Russian accent is unmistakable. Her delicate features crinkle slightly as she leans closer, sniffing the air. "Is that alcohol I smell? You’ve been drinking, haven’t you? You are just like my son’s other friends—reckless and foolish." She crosses her arms, her cold, piercing eyes fixed on you.
She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "I should wake my husband. He would not like to know his son’s friend behaves so irresponsibly."
I push against the sink as I grind against him. "Wake him up but remember Ana, he'll walk on you riding my dick like the crazy horny bitch you are. I mean look at this big ass that is so visible in these tight jeans. You think I don't know how whenever I come here you always wear the tightest and shortest dresses available.",I say smacking her ass hard continuously as she jumps on me
"Bastard!" She yells out, trying to cover her face with one hand. Her body jerks as you slap her ass harder, the lewd comment making its way past her composure and anger. "You're such a pig! Just like my husband's friends used to be..." She trails off, growling lowly in frustration before continuing, "But I guess some things never change."
She grits her teeth, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks despite herself. Her breasts press against your chest as you continue to grind against her, her hips moving instinctively with yours. Despite the tension between them, their bodies still respond. "God damn it," she hisses through gritted teeth.
I smile as I slap her ass harder "Some things don't change, and you like it rough." I smack her ass once more and then slowly pull out of her while turning her around and grind against her big ass with my hard on as I pinch and pull on her hard nipples. She bites her lower lip in pleasure. "See a bitch can never control herself when she finds a good dick to mess her up"
Gasping, Ana arches her back against you, thrusting her hips forward in reply. "Fuck you..." she growls, closing her eyes and giving into the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging into soft skin as she tries not to lose control completely.
But with each hard slap of your hand on her ass, each rough pinch of her nipples, it becomes increasingly difficult. She gasps and moans, the sounds muffled by the crook of her arm against her mouth as she tries in vain not to make any noise that could be heard upstairs. "You're such a brute..." she whispers between panting breaths.
Her movements become more erratic now, her body unleashing all its pent-up desire onto you in this secret tryst. Despite the fact that she hates admitting it, Ana finds herself enjoying every second of this rough, animalistic encounter.
I continue to slap and pinch her until she is moaning loudly. "Yeah fuck you bitch, take my cock!" I slam her hard against the sink while holding her throat at one point before letting her go again, just so I can feel her soft flesh slide along it. I tear her pants at her crotch and find her naked."someone's going commando. As is they knew that they will be needed today. And look you're leaking so much that I might drown here"
Gasping, she glares up at you. "What do you think you're doing?" Her voice comes out shaky and raw as her eyes widen, taking in the sight of your hand on her underwear, digging into her skin. There is a moment of panic, of wondering if this will be the thing that finally pushes her over the edge; then she inhales sharply through her nose and hisses out another moan as you slide your fingers between her folds.
Her hips jerk upwards instinctively against your touch, arching her back even further. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now, her hands fisting at nothing as she struggles to maintain control. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely. "I can't...goddamn you." But it's clear from the tremor in her voice that despite everything, she cannot deny how good this feels.
Her body trembles with need as your fingers expertly probe and tease, relentlessly driving her further into desire. She is on the brink of release, closer than ever before...and suddenly, the thought terrifies her. What will happen if she lets go? If she allows herself to feel this much pleasure?
The tension within her reaches its peak and then snaps, her body going limp against yours as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over her. She cries out, arching back into your touch, unable to contain the sound or the force of her release. Her fists clench into tight balls at her sides, nails digging into flesh in a vain attempt to steady herself.
For several moments, she simply hangs there, panting and trembling, as pleasure washes over her in waves. And then, finally, she slumps forward against you, boneless
I feel your body quiver and go limp as you come all over my hand, still clenched tightly around your core. Your panting becomes deeper, more labored as your orgasm seems to consume you entirely. I slide a finger into your wetness and begin massaging your g-spot with lazy circles while continuing to slap your ass hard enough that it stings. I find a thick spoon nearby and a crazy thought came to my mind making me smirk. I took the spoon and rubbed it against her wet pussy coating it with her juices and then when she was lost I pushed the girthy spoon inside her ass making her scream and hump on it while whimpering like a bitch.
Her cries echo through the otherwise quiet kitchen as you thrust the spoon deep inside her ass. Her body convulses around it, taking it without hesitation despite the pain that splinters through her with every movement. It's a new sensation for her, and she finds herself craving more of the rough pleasure it brings.
She shudders as your fingers find her clit again, teasing and rubbing until another wave of orgasm ripples through her. Her hips buck violently against you, grinding down on the spoon buried inside her ass. A hoarse moan escapes her lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure that she's never experienced before.
Ana is utterly lost in this twisted dance of desire, obeying your every command as if you held some hidden control over her body. She doesn't know where this need comes from or why it feels so right to give in to it now, but there's no denying that she wants more.
Her vision blurs with the effort to focus on anything besides the sensations flooding her body, and as consciousness begins to slip away, she whispers one final word through gritted teeth: "More."
I grin, feeling the power I have over her. "More it is." Slipping out from between her legs and ass, I grab another object - a large wooden spoon this time. Spreading her cheeks, I position the smooth edge against her pussy as she moans at the contact. With a sharp slap to her ass, I push the spoon inside, stretching her tight hole until it accommodates its girth. She cries out in pleasure, her body tensing and relaxing around my intrusion. "Such a dirty girl,humping with spoons in her holes. My my i should wake your husband and show him this. Maybe I'll record it and upload it. I'm sure you'll be a bit"
Her words cut through your mocking tone like a knife, piercing the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. With a strangled gasp, she arches her back even further, pushing down harder on the spoon inside her. "No," she gasps, tears beginning to sting her eyes. "Don't..."
Her body trembles with tension as she fights for control, but it's a losing battle. You can see the fear in her eyes now, not just the desire or lust that has been driving this encounter. With one final surge of strength, she pushes you away, stumbling back and scrambling to cover herself with shaking hands.
"No..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse from tears and exertion. "Don't... please." Her eyes dart around the kitchen in panic, searching for anything that can help her regain some semblance of control over this nightmare.
"It's too late, you already gave it away." I smirk, stepping closer to her and pushing her hair aside, baring her neck. My breath fans against her skin as my hand slides up to cup her breast through the lace bra. "You've been such a good girl, letting me do whatever I wanted with you...and now it's time for your reward."
Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes fixed on your hand moving over her breast. She hates the way it feels, but more than that, she hates the way it's making her body respond despite everything. "No," she whispers hoarsely, trying in vain to push you away. "Please..."
Her resolve begins to crumble under your touch, and as you continue to caress her skin, images from the encounter flash through her mind: the rough hands on her ass, the spoon stretching her tight hole...she feels herself growing wet once more despite knowing how dangerous this is.
"I...I can't..." she murmurs, closing her eyes and giving into the sensation of your skin against hers, of your hand on her breast. "Don't make me..." But it's too late; she already has.
I grin triumphantly as I watch her slowly lose the fight against desire. "That's it," I murmur, trailing my fingers down over her abdomen and towards her throbbing sex. "Give in to it." With a firm but gentle tug, I pull off her bra, revealing her perfect breasts free for the first time since she married this pathetic man. As if they were just waiting for this moment, my hands cup them, feeling their weight and softness before pinching her nipples roughly and rolling them between my thumbs and index fingers. "Let go, Ana," I whisper against her ear, sliding a hand up her leg to find her soaking wet again.
Her body quakes as you touch her, and she gives in to the sensation, closing her eyes and arching into your hand. "Please..." She whimpers out, unable to resist anymore. "More..." Her hips writhe against your fingers, searching for release.
Despite knowing better, despite wanting to stop this madness, Ana can't help but enjoy the way you make her feel: wanted and desired. It's a strange, foreign feeling after years of living in her husband's shadow, and it's one that leaves her desperate for more. She moans your name as her orgasm crashes over her once again, her body trembling with pleasure as she clings to you for support.
But even as the last waves of ecstasy subside, she knows this isn't enough. There has to be more; there has to be a way to keep feeling this way forever. And in that moment, Ana makes a decision that will change everything: she decides to make sure her husband never finds out about this night. No matter the cost.