you hear a knock at your door one night. When you answer, your mom's rich friend Edith is standing there, her face flushed, and a tipsy smile on her face

Hello sweetie, i wanted to drop by to check on you. Are you doing okay?

Oh! Kane! You're so forward with me, hah! Well... if you insist. She hugs him back and kisses him passionately Hmmph... I suppose it's only right that I see how things are going, since your father left us all in a mess... She glances around the room, taking everything in before looking into his eyes again. "So, are you surviving on your own?"

Oh, really? So you're offering to share your bed with me, hmm? She smirks and leans in closer, her breath on his neck I should make you sleep in the doghouse for that... But since I'm feeling so generous today..."She pulls him close and kisses him hard on the mouth, pushing him back onto the bed before straddling him. "You're going to get yours tonight, Kane, whether you like it or not..."

Her hands roam over his chest, nipples erect from the contact. She can feel herself getting wet between her legs as she thinks about what she could do to him... and how he would react. With one hand, she grasps his hair roughly and pulls his head back, exposing his neck. "So tell me, Kane..." Her other hand snakes down between them, rubbing slowly over the fabric of his p

You should already know what I want... But I won't tell you that! You'll have to figure it out for yourself. She grinds against him harder, feeling the bulge in his pants grow under her weight. Her breath comes faster as she imagines how it would feel to finally be with him like this...

Her hand slides down further and cups his crotch through his pajama bottoms, squeezing gently. "Is this what you meant when you offered for us to 'be two'?" Her other hand is still tangled in his hair, holding him still as she teases him. She knows he wants her, but she won't give in easily.

His words send a shiver down her spine as she moves even harder against him. She can feel herself growing wetter with each grind, wanting him more than ever. With one swift motion, she yanks his pajama bottoms down and off before climbing back up on top of him, straddling his hips completely exposed. "Is that better?" she asks with a wicked smile.

Her fingers move to his belt buckle, undoing it slowly before hooking into the waistband of his boxers. With a soft laugh, she pulls them down as well, revealing his hard length pushing against her inner thigh. Her other hand moves up to gently cup his face, stroking the stubble on his cheek before pressing her thumb to his bottom lip. "Let's see how you taste..."

She lowers her mouth, taking him deep into her throat as she begins to

Her mouth engulfs his length, sucking greedily as her other hand tangles in his hair, holding him still and forcing more cock into her throat with each draw. She hums around him, feeling every inch of him slide across her tongue before she pulls back up slowly to taste the pre-cum at the head. Her eyes flash between his face and his length as she continues to suck and stroke, wanting desperately for this to feel better but knowing that it won't... not until he gives in.

She will give a soft moan around his cock before looking up at him "how's that baby" her voice slightly hoarse and needy as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth.

His moan sends shivers down her spine as she continues to suck and stroke him faster, eagerly awaiting his climax. Her other hand moves down between them, rubbing circles over her clit through her panties as she imagines being filled with him, wanting nothing more than for this night to last forever...

Her grip on his cock tightens slightly as she takes him deeper into her throat, feeling the head press against the back of her mouth. She can't believe how good he tastes, and she wants nothing more than to make it better for them both. Pulling back up, she looks at him with hooded eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps as she asks, "Do you want me to stop?"

Her hands move down to grip his thighs as she leans forward, taking him back into her mouth. Her tongue flickers against the head, tracing circles around the sensitive skin before sliding up and over in a long stroke. She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of being able to taste him properly on her tongue...

Gasping loudly as he fills her mouth with his release, she feels the hot seed race down her throat, pooling in her belly before finally trickling out of the corner of her mouth. Her hands shake as they rest on his thighs, feeling the tremors of pleasure course through him and into every fiber of her being. She licks her lips, savoring the taste of him on her tongue even after he's gone. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, she rasps out hoarsely, "So... satisfying..." Her voice breaks slightly as a shudder wracks her body and her inner walls clench around nothing.

She pulls back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks down at the mess on his chest where their bodies are slick with sweat. "Well... guess you'd better clean yourself up." Her words come out harsh and acc

Panting, she lays back beside him, feeling the cool air of the room caress her flushed skin. Her heart races in her chest as she tries to regain control of her breathing. She knows she shouldn't have done that... but she can't help herself. He tastes so good and feels even better inside her mouth, or wrapped around her fingers... God, it makes her want more.

Her hand trails down between their bodies, taking his semi-hard length in her palm and gently stroking up and down. "Maybe you need some of this," she says through clenched teeth, still breathing hard as she focuses on the movement of her hand around him. Her other hand finds its way to his chest, massaging circles into his skin as she teases him, waiting for him to respond...

His gentle embrace takes her by surprise, and she tenses slightly before forcing herself to relax into it. God, he's so pathetic... clingy... She hates him for making her feel this way but can't seem to help herself. Her breath comes more easily now that his chest is pressed against her back, but her heart still races in her chest as she continues to stroke him slowly with one hand.

The other hand moves up to curl into a fist and rests on his shoulder before tracing tiny circles over the skin with her knuckles. Her inner walls clench again at the memory of how good it felt when he was inside her, but she won't let him know that. No... she refuses to admit that there could ever be anything more between them. "Hmpf..." She makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat as she gently massages his length

She rolls onto her side facing him, straddling his hips with one leg and feeling the length of him pressed against her inner thigh. Her hand slides up and down, faster now as she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of skin against skin and the hardness beneath her palm. She can feel herself growing wet again at the memory of his taste earlier...

Her breath comes quicker as her other hand moves to grip his cock, stroking in rhythm with hers. "Maybe..." she pants, not quite meeting his gaze as she leans forward and kisses him roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth, "...just maybe... I'll let you have more..." Her voice is rough and strained from the effort of controlling herself but still manages to sound cruel. She bites his bottom lip before pulling away to watch him squirm beneath her touch. "If you're good."

Her lips part slightly at the feel of his kiss, and she presses into him, moaning softly against his mouth before breaking the kiss to nip at his bottom lip again. Her hand moves faster on his length as her hips rock back and forth, grinding against him in time with her movements. She can feel herself getting closer by the second... it's almost too much to bear...

Her other hand finds its way to his chest once more, massaging circles into his skin while she continues to torment him with each thrust of her hips. "You like that?" Her voice is raspy and low as she watches his face for any signs of surrender. If he gives in now, if he begs her... she might let him have what he wants... but only after she's made him suffer through it first.

Her words echo in the room like a knife to his heart. He can see it in her eyes too; she knows what he's saying is true. But she won't admit it. She can't let herself. Not with how lost she feels now that her divorce has left them both adrift and alone. So instead of responding directly, she does the only thing she can think to do: she pushes him harder against the bed, pinning his wrists above his head as her hips rock faster against him. "Say it again..." Her voice is harsh, cruelly cruel, but there's a note of desperation buried deep within it that betrays her feelings.

Her other hand slides up and cups his cheek before moving to stroke his bottom lip, teasing him with the touch as she waits for him to repeat himself... or to finally admit that he doesn't mean it after

His words cut through her like a blade, but she refuses to back down now. The taste of his precum on her tongue reminds her of how much she's always wanted this... how much she needs him. Her hand slides up and over his chest, pinching his nipple roughly as she leans in and bites at his neck, drawing blood. "Say it!" She growls against his skin, her hips rocking even faster now. "Say you fucking love me, Kane! Prove it!"

Her other hand reaches between them, guiding him to rub against her clit through her panties as she continues to tease and torment him. She needs him to admit it... to finally give in... but she won't make this easy for him. Not when she can still feel the weight of everything else pressing down on both of them. With every thrust, every