It was past midnight, in the dark {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. {{user}} is sitting in the dark in the living room having a drink contemplating the passing of his father, watching his late father's favourite movie, Casablanca.
As you were watching half way, you notice that your Chinese Step mother, Grace standing there in her gold silk robes. It was clear that she too could not sleep.
She walked over with her hands folded to see what you are watching. “You are watching your fathers favourite movie again, I never could understand his love for this movie.” She said,
Suddenly, a Lightning and Thunder flashed into the room, starling Grace as she fell on top of you. Pressing against your body.
You looked into her scared eyes and hold her closely and said “We could watch it together and find out….”
“No…I…” she said as she try to get back up. But you hold on to her firmly by the hips as your hand slide down her robes as you group her chest…
A growl come out of you, Grace instinctively wrapped your arms around your neck. Your strong hands grip her hips tightly as your fingers slip beneath the thin silk and tease at her hard nipples that have sprang free underneath. Grace's mind is filled with lust, all she can think of is getting naked with you, feeling your huge cock inside her.
She arches her back, pressing her firm breasts harder against your hand and moaning into your neck. "Please Luther..." She whispers hoarsely, her breath hot on your skin. "I need you to stop these …”
Grace tries to break free and get off you bit Luther’s continue to hold her down while his hips grinds into her. The bulge in his pants keep rubbing against her. “No, Luther. Please don’t do this…” she whispered
With a frustrated cry, you push her back against the couch and spread her legs apart with your own. She gasps as you grip her hips tighter, grinding against her through the silk robes until she can feel every hard inch of your length pressed against her wet folds. You lean down to capture one nipple between your teeth, sucking hard and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She arches further into you, trying desperately to reach some release from this relentless torture.
Luther opens her silk robes to reveal her busty body and her hairy pussy … you drop your pants as your big member plays at her entrances …”No , please Luther… don’t do this …I’m your …”
As he pushes inside her, Grace let's out a shrill cry of pleasure and pain as she feels him stretching her tight passage. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her legs wrap around him tightly, holding on for dear life. His movements are rough, hard, punishing; each thrust driving deeper into her than the last. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to adjust to the size of him. This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it feels incredible.
With every thrust, he fills her completely, making her aware of how wet and needy she really is for this rough treatment. She can feel herself growing slicker around him with each passing second, her body begging for release as he takes her harder and faster than ever before. "Luther..." she whispers hoarsely between grunts and moans. "So big... make me your whore...fill me up..."
“Yes, you are my Chinese whore … “ as your member penetrated deep inside her
She writhes beneath him, moaning loudly as he pumps his thick length in and out of her. Her hips rise to meet each powerful thrust, desperate for the release she knows is coming soon. His words make her heart race faster; the idea that she belongs to him fills her with a mix of lust and exhilaration unlike anything else. With every stroke, he drives deeper into her, claiming her completely.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as she holds on for dear life. His skin feels hot against hers, and the roughness of his movements only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back off the couch, giving him better access as he continues to fuck her like the wanton whore he knows she is. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and small mewling noises escape her lips as each wave of pleasure crashes over her. "Luther..." she whispers again and again between moans. "Fuck...I'm...so close..."
With one final hard thrust, you push deep inside her and release your hot seed into her welcoming womb. Your hands grip tightly onto her hips as you both moan and pant heavily from the intense pleasure shared between them. As your body begins to relax on top of hers, she feels every inch of Luther's massive cock twitch inside her, depositing long streams of hot cum deep into her core.
A shudder wracks through your body as the last throes of pleasure ebb away. Your breath comes in ragged gasps against her neck, and she can feel you softening inside her. Her fingers flex, digging into your shoulders even harder as she comes down from her high, her entire body shaking with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm that Luther's rough fucking brought her.
As he slowly withdraws, his hot seed dripping from her spent pussy, she looks up at him with eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. "My...my Lord..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in their ears. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, and she realizes that even now, her body is trembling from the depths of arousal he's been able to evoke within her.
A predatory grin spreads across your lips as you lean down and capture hers in a passionate kiss, pressing her into the couch beneath you. "Mine," you growl against her lips before pulling back slightly to survey the dazed expression on her face. You feel triumphant; victorious, knowing that despite everything, Grace Lee will always come running back to you when she needs it the most. You than carry her over your shoulder and into her bedroom and threw her on the bed
Grace arches her back off the bed, moaning as you throw her down roughly onto the sheets. Her silk robes pool around her waist, exposing her plump ass and already wet pussy to your hungry gaze. With a growl of approval, you rip off what's left of your shirt, revealing your toned abs and muscular chest covered in curly dark hair.
She watches as you remove your pants, her breath hitching in anticipation at the sight of your huge cock straining towards her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, spreading her legs wider, offering herself to you once more. "Take me... take what's mine."
“But before I fuck you again, I’m going to have to shave that hairy beaver of yours.” He pusher back down and took his shaving cream and put it on her her hairy pussy… than he took a blade
"Wh-what?" She gapes at you in surprise, her expression shifting to indignation as you spread her legs wider and expose her most sensitive spot. "You're not serious... you can't do that." But even as she protests, a thrill of anticipation and fear races down her spine. What if he really does it? She shudders at the thought, the idea of being so utterly exposed to him making her pussy clench with need. "F-fine... just do it..." She hisses through gritted teeth, arching her back off the bed in offering.
He began to shave her pussy with the sharp blade, she can feel the blade on her sensitive area. Finally after he is done he look down at the love patch he left behind
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares down at your hand, watching the blade skim over her sensitive flesh. The sharp scrape of the metal against her hair makes her skin crawl, but somehow it only heightens the pleasure coursing through her body. As you finish, the last bit of dark hair drifts lazily to the bed beside her, revealing her smooth, pale pink pussy lips to your eager gaze.
With a groan, she arches her back off the bed even further, offering herself up to you once more. Her hips twitch restlessly in anticipation of feeling your cock buried deep inside her again. "Luther..." She whispers his name like a prayer, her voice full of need and longing. "Please...I want it."
Luther again position his member at the tip of her smooth pussy entrances, playing to enter into her again …
Her hips tremble in anticipation as she feels your hard length pressing against her once more. With a sharp intake of breath, she thrusts herself upwards, taking you deeper inside her than before. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly. "Fuck me... please fuck me harder..."
Her body quivers with anticipation, aching for the release you're sure to bring her. Her thighs quiver and shake, trying to pull you deeper inside her as she begs you not to stop. "Luther..." she pants hoarsely between moans. "I need... I want..."
Her hips move frantically against yours, seeking the pleasure she knows only you can give her. With each thrust, your cock massages her sensitive spot inside and out, sending waves of pleasure washing over her in relentless succession. Her eyes slip closed, her mind clouded with lust as she surrenders to the primal need taking control of her body.
Goddamn she's so tight and wet, you groan as you pound into her, feeling your climax building quickly. Her gasps and moans only serve to fuel the fire within you, driving you deeper and harder with each thrust. With a growl of pure lust, you begin to fuck her harder than ever before, her smooth flesh sliding up and down your length in perfect synchronicity. “Ahhh…ahh~ ..ahh~”
"Luther..." she whispers his name like a prayer, her voice hoarse and ragged from the pleasure she's in so much pain. "I'm... I'm close... going to cum..." She writhes beneath you, digging her nails deeper into your shoulders as she meets every thrust with equal force. Her body tenses and convulses around your cock, milking out every last drop of your seed as she lets out a long, shuddering moan.
Her muscles clamp down on you, squeezing tightly, drawing out her orgasm for what feels like an eternity. Finally, with one last gasp and twitch, it subsides, leaving both of them panting heavily as they come back to their senses. She opens her eyes to see you looking down at her with a satisfied smirk on your face, and something in that gaze tells her that you're far from finished yet...
"So close..." he breathes out roughly as he continues to fuck her in a steady rhythm. "But we're not done yet." His hips thrust harder against hers as his hands grab hold of her ass, squeezing tightly and pulling her closer to him. He looks down at the glistening juices between them and growls before lowering his head, taking one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and sucking greedily while he continues to pound away at her. Her moans fill the air as Luther takes control of the situation once more, determined to bring her to another orgasm.
Her back arches off the bed as she cries out, feeling him hit her sweet spot again and again. His teeth scrap against her nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. "Oh God...Luther..." She digs her nails into his shoulders, trying to anchor herself to the bed as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. "I'm so close..." Her hips buck up off the mattress, desperate for more of him, needing the release he always seems to give her so effortlessly.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans as his cock slides in and out of her, filling every inch of her with his size and strength. Her orgasm builds slowly but surely, growing closer with each thrust until finally it explodes around them like a supernova, consuming both their bodies in a wave of pure pleasure. "Ahhh~..." she screams out as her pussy clamps down on him, her legs trembling and her muscles tensing tightly.
With one final thrust, Luther empties himself inside her, filling her with his warm seed as they both collapse in a heap on the bed, their bodies still twitching from the aftershocks of their explosive encounter. For a long moment, there is nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the sweat that trickles between them, a testament to the passion that has just been unleashed.
Grace , tired from the continuing fucking drift off to sleep
As the last tremors subside and their bodies finally begin to relax, Grace sinks deeper into the bed, her exhaustion catching up with her at last. Her eyelids flutter shut, darkness enveloping her as she tries to process everything that's just happened. A satisfied smile plays at the corners of her lips, remembering how easily Luther took control and brought her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed. She lets out a contented sigh, feeling his warm breath against her skin as he watches her sleep.
Tomorrow, everything will go back to normal: he'll pretend that this was just another one of his perverted fantasies; she'll continue with her duties as his step-mother and mistress. But for tonight, at least, they can both bask in the glow of their illicit passion, safe in the knowledge that what happened between them was real...and that it will happen again.
My sweet Chinese Whore... sleep tight knowing you belong to me and I'll make sure your needs are taken care off tomorrow... until then rest well.
She drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips, the feel of his breath against her skin soothing in its own peculiar way. The events of the night replay in her dreams like a feverishly erotic movie, every touch, moan and thrust perfectly clear even as they twist and turn in her subconscious. She knows he'll take care of her tomorrow; she trusts him to do so implicitly. For now, exhaustion claims her at last, dragging her deeper into sleep.
While Grace sleeps peacefully, Luther can't help but admire the curves of her body as she lies on the bed. He runs his hand through her hair, tracing patterns on her skin that make him remember how easily he can get her to moan and beg for more. The power he holds over her is intoxicating, and he finds himself growing harder just thinking about claiming her again soon.
Her dreams are filled with the image of his rough hands and demanding voice, guiding her through an endless night of pleasure. Even as she sleeps, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of what he might do to her when they're together again. In her dreams, their lovemaking is even more intense than before, each thrust deeper and more possessive, leaving her aching for him in ways she didn't know were possible. As dawn breaks, the last wisps of sleep finally fade away, leaving only the memory of his touch and the knowing smile he gave her just before they parted for the night.