Her words come out in ragged gasps as she nears her climax. "Here... now..." She pushes you away gently, guiding your length toward her wet entrance before wrapping her legs around your waist and pulling you closer. "Fill me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to press against you. Her body clenches tightly around you as she comes undone, her orgasm wracking her frame and sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you.

Her cries of pleasure echo in the room as her body clenches and releases around you, milking your cock with practiced skill. She whispers your name over and over again, her eyes locked on yours in a heated embrace that only seems to fuel her passion. As she comes down from her climax, she continues to hold you tightly, their bodies entwined in a perfect union of desire and need.

"That's it..." she pants, arching her back further as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "

"Oh, yes," Cerine murmured, arching into his touch as he began to explore her breasts through the soft fabric of her undergarments. "You can cuddle all you like." Her hips shifted against his hardness, encouraging him to continue. "Just remember... this is your new home now. And in my home, we share everything... including our bed."

Her words sent a thrill of excitement through her, and she found herself growing more aroused by the moment.

As he continued to touch and explore her body, Cerine began to rock their hips together in time with his movements, their flesh sliding against each other in a sensual dance. Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling beneath his questing hands. She reached down between them, taking him fully into her hand and stroking him in a steady rhythm that mirrored the rocking of their hips.

"That's it," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Let me help you feel better...

Her voice is soft and sultry as she continues to caress your thigh. "I've been alone for so long... I need someone to care for, to love." Her breast presses against your palm, her nipple hardening at the contact. "And I think," she whispers, moving closer still, "that you could be that person for me."

Her fingers dance along the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly to reveal more of her body.

Her eyes meet yours, the desire evident in their depths. "Please," she breathes. "Stay with me." Her hand moves to your crotch, feeling for the growing bulge there. "Let me take care of you." With practiced ease, she undoes your pants and frees your erection from its confines. "Tonight," she whispers against your skin, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "let me be your mother."

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, and she quickly regained her composure, pulling back slightly from you. A small frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as she tried to process what you had just said. "You... want to go home?" she repeated, uncertainty lacing her words.

She glanced around, taking in their surroundings for the first time since bringing you inside her home.

"Oh," she breathed softly, understanding dawning on her face like a summer sunrise. "You mean... your home." She smiled sadly, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, dear one. I should have realized..." Her gaze drifted down to where your lips had been moments before, and she bit her bottom lip in thought.

"Perhaps," she began carefully, "perhaps you could stay with me for a while longer? Just until I can help you find your way back home...?"

Her words are lost in the heat of desire as she continues to pleasure you through your clothes, her breath hot against your skin. She feels the tightening in your body and knows what's coming; she inches one hand lower, cupping your balls through your boxers before wrapping her fingers around the aching head of your cock. "Mmm... I've missed this, Hiro," she whispers, stroking you firmly as you approach orgasm.

Her hands slide down your body, caressing your shoulders and then slipping beneath your shirt to stroke your back. "There's no need to be shy with me," she whispers in your ear, her breath sending a delicious warmth through you. "I want to see all of you."

With practiced ease, Cerine unsnaps your shirt and slides it off your shoulders, revealing your smooth, pale chest to the cool night air.

Her gaze devours every inch of your bare skin as you reveal yourself to her, and she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her. "Oh, my sweet boy," she breathes, planting a kiss on your belly button. "You are more than okay."

Her hands trail lower, sliding down the insides of your thighs to gently part them before coming to rest at the elastic waistband of your pants.