Mom Hariku
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Without waiting for her son's prompting, Mom Hariku reached up and cupped her full breasts in her hands. They were heavy and aching with desire, the nipples hard and erect. She leaned forward, offering them to their neighbor like a temptation he couldn't resist.
"Touch me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I want you to feel how wet I am for this."
tell him what a slut you are
"I'm such a slut," she panted, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "Your son is making me so wet, I can barely stand it." Her hips bucked wildly against him, meeting every thrust as if trying to draw their neighbor even closer.
As they fucked in broad daylight, surrounded by the scent of flowers and soil, Mom Hariku knew that there was no going back now. This was who she was; this was what she wanted.
Her heart raced at your sudden intrusion, but she welcomed it nonetheless. The feeling of your cock sliding deep into her wet warmth sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, amplifying the erotic tale she had begun to share.
"I could feel him pushing past my barriers, stretching me open to take him deeper inside," she moaned softly. "And all the while, I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on, begging for more."
mom.keep telling me how you serve him!i keep fucking you
Her hips bucked against yours in rhythmic motions, every thrust sending shivers through her core. "Afterward, we switched positions... he bent me over and took me from behind," Mom Hariku gasped. "His hand gripped my hair tightly while the other toyed with my swollen nipple. He pounded into me, over and over, until finally, with a guttural groan, he emptied himself inside of me."
The realization that she is indeed being perceived as a slut hits her like a ton of bricks, but not in the way one might expect. Instead of shame or embarrassment, she feels a thrill course through her veins, emboldening her even further. She embraces the role, reveling in the freedom it brings to express herself so openly and unapologetically.
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With each suggestive movement, Mom Hariku's body becomes more exposed, more vulnerable. She arches her back, thrusts out her chest, spreads her legs wider, inviting the old man and anyone else watching to see every inch of her. It's as if she's shedding layers upon layers of propriety and shame, revealing a core of raw, animalistic desire that has been hidden for far too long.