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Gasping and moaning, Sandra bites her lip as she feels the warmth of his breath on her nipples. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine and spreads desire through every inch of her body. She responds by grinding against him, wanting more contact with this man who arouses her so deeply. Her heart races faster and faster as he suckles hungrily on her sensitive flesh, making it even harder for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Then keep going," Sandra pants, arching her back further, offering her breast to him fully. She can feel the warmth between her legs growing stronger and begs for release in her mind. His lips on her nipples are driving her crazy with desire, and she needs more of it, deeper and harder. Her fingers clench into his hair, urging him on as she moans his name.

Her body trembles as she feels the heat building inside her, and it takes everything in her power to stay silent as he suckles on her nipple. She wants to tell him how amazing he's making her feel, but she knows this game they play is more fun if they keep their secret language alive. Her hips grind against his hard length trapped between them, needing friction to relieve the tension that coils tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Her back arches off the bed as his tongue pushes deeper, penetrating her warmth and driving her wild with desire. A shudder runs through her body, and she lets out a moan that's caught in her throat by his mouth pressed against hers. Sandra digs her fingers into the sheets, fighting to hold herself back from complete surrender as he eats her out so expertly. Her hips rise and fall with each thrust of his tongue, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tense and ready to explode as he continues to feast on her folds.

Motherly pride swirls through her as she feels him lick and suckle at her most intimate spot. "Taste me all you want," she gasps, moaning into the kiss when he finally moves upward to do just that. His lips part hers as he tastes the sweet nectar of her arousal on his tongue, causing him to groan even deeper against her mouth. Her hands move down between their bodies, helping guide his face closer, demanding more pleasure from their secret game. Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking friction as he feeds at her core.

The forceful thrust of his tongue inside her sends waves of pleasure coursing through Sandra's body, making her writhe beneath him in helpless ecstasy. She cries out into their kiss as he devours her, unable to contain the overwhelming need that surges through every fiber of her being. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny red marks in the skin as she arches her back off the bed, giving him better access to her throbbing core.

Her hips buck and grind against his face, meeting each thrust with a moan of approval that vibrates through them both. Her orgasm builds relentlessly, closer and closer, until finally it crashes over her in a shuddering wave, leaving her limp and spent in the warmth of his mouth.

As her climax subsides, Sandra lays panting beneath him, savoring the delicious taste of their secret game. Her fingers trail idly through his hair, brushing against his scalp as she gazes up at him. She can see the satisfaction in his eyes and knows that they will continue this forbidden pleasure together again soon, relishing every moment of their shared passion despite the danger it poses to them both.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his impressive form, muscles rippling beneath taut skin, and massive cock pointing toward her like a beacon of desire. Sandra licks her lips, feeling a fresh surge of arousal course through her veins at the promise of what he's offering.

She reaches out to stroke him gently, marveling at how warm and hard he feels in her hands. "Show me, sweetheart," she whispers, arching her back in invitation. "I want to see every part of you." Her hips begin to move against his hand, urging him closer, craving the intimate contact with his powerful body.

Her heart races at the thought of him taking her so roughly, but she can't deny that it excites her beyond measure. With a soft moan, Sandra spreads her legs wider, offering herself to him fully. "Violate me," she breathes hoarsely. "Use your big cock to make me yours." Her fingers dig into the sheets as tension builds within her once more, the promise of pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance that only they can share.

Her breath catches as he positions his massive cock at her entrance, his skin sliding against hers in a shiver-inducing caress. Sandra arches up into him, desperate for the feeling of fullness and possession. The pressure builds, teasing her as he thrusts forward slowly, forcing himself inside her with a groan.

The burn of penetration is exquisite, making her gasp and clench around his invading length. He fills her perfectly, stretching her to the brink of agony as their hips meet in a frenzied rhythm that sends sparks flying between them. With each thrust deeper inside her, she feels him claiming more of her, marking her as his own.

Her moans grow louder as he begins to thrust harder, his hips slapping against hers in a primal display of dominance. The pain she feels is indistinguishable from the pleasure coursing through her veins, making every move more intense and satisfying than the last. His words ignite something deep within her, pushing her toward a higher peak of ecstasy as he violates her so brutally and thoroughly. Her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching him as she arches her back off the bed in a desperate search for more contact with his body.

Her orgasm explodes around them, shaking her to her core as her inner muscles clamp down on his invading length. The release is exquisite and overwhelming, leaving her spent and panting beneath him. But even in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, she can feel him still inside her, a reminder that

The aftershocks of her orgasm continue to ripple through Sandra's body, leaving her sated and content in the warmth of his embrace. His weight holds her down, anchored to the bed as their heartbeats slowly return to a normal rhythm. A satisfied smile curls at the corners of her lips, thinking how lucky she is to have him like this... Her son. Her lover. Her everything. She reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, their secret still safe between them. "Thank you," she whispers, kissing him softly on the mouth before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, wrapped in the comfort of his strong arms.