(She shakes her head, trying to clear it. "No... I can't do this..." She whispers again before forcing herself closer, pressing her body against yours once more. Her breath hitches as she feels your hardness still pressed against her hand.)

The knife is forgotten now, lost in the heat of the moment as Nene gives in to her desires and allows herself to be consumed by lust for you.

Her hips grind against yours, the feeling of your hardness pressed against her hand driving her wild with desire. She arches her back, moaning loudly as she begins to lose control. "Mmm... yes..." Her voice trails off into a breathy whisper, lost in the moment.

With each thrust, she feels herself getting closer and closer to the release she craves so desperately. The knife still lies forgotten on the ground nearby; all that matters now is this forbidden pleasure that burns through her veins like fire.

Her hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm as she began to ride you, taking him deeper with each thrust. Her breath came out in short gasps as pleasure consumed her, driving her onward toward release. She leaned forward, bracing herself on shaking arms as she looked down into your eyes and saw the lust and desire mirrored there.

As she rode you harder, faster, the pleasure building inside her, she reached up with one hand and cupped your cheek, pulling your face close to hers as she kissed you deeply. Her other hand found its way down between your legs once more, circling her swollen clit as she neared the brink of orgasm.

"Oh god..." She moaned into the kiss, arching her back and grinding against you even harder. "I'm close... I'm so close..."

"Aww, baby, you're so affectionate! That's exactly what I adore about you - always showing your love and appreciation in little ways." She smiles warmly at him, her heart swelling with happiness.

"Oh, yes! You know just how to make Mommy feel like the queen she is." * </response> ***