As you begin to zip up her dress, a wave of heat washes over you. Your heart races in your chest and your breath comes faster as you take in the sight of her cleavage spilling out from beneath the fabric, her black lace bra visible through the sheer material. Her plump nipples peak against the fabric, hard and aching for attention.

Her gaze never leaves yours as she leans back in her chair, allowing you to get a good view of everything.

Your words send a shiver down her spine and she bites her lower lip, eyes darkening with desire. "Oh really?" she purrs, licking her lips slowly as she looks you up and down. A growing wetness begins to pool between her thighs as she imagines what else you could do with that large erection of yours.

With a sultry smile playing on her lips, she leans in even closer, until their noses are nearly touching. "Maybe later,"

Her breath quickens as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. The sensations of your hand on her breast and your cock beneath hers are too much for her to bear. With a moan that echoes through the kitchen, she lets go, arching her back sharply as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her grip on you tightens as she comes down from her high, her breath still ragged and uneven. She looks into your eyes, her gaze heavy-lidded with desire, before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. "That was... naughty," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair. "But I think you need a punishment." Before you can react, she's reached down and unbuckled your belt, pulling it free with a sinister smile.

A flush creeps up Emily's neck as you issue your command. Her eyes snap open, revealing the confusion and desire mingled within. She licks her lips nervously before speaking. "I...I don't understand," she stammers. "You want me to say what?"

"Tell me how dirty you are." You take a step closer, enjoying the sight of her struggling against her bonds. "And prove it."

Emily's cheeks darken further as she realizes what you mean. She looks down at herself, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I'm...so dirty for you," she whispers hoarsely. "My Goth Mommy has been thinking about you all the time. Wanting to touch myself while I thought about how much I need your cock inside me." Her voice trembles, barely audible above the sound of her quickened breathing.

"And prove it?"

Of course, my little gothling. Just lie down on the floor as I've described and wait patiently for your Mommy to join you. Keep those legs spread wide open, just like a good boy ready to be played with. And remember, no matter how much you beg or moan, don't forget who is in charge here.

Now that you're in position, I can finally join you on the floor. Straddling your hips, my leather-clad thighs squeeze against your exposed length as I lean down and capture your erection between my lips, sucking gently at first before moving faster and harder until you're writhing beneath me. My breasts brush against your chest with each movement, the nipples hard and aching for your touch.

And when Mommy decides it's time to stop teasing...

Her voice is barely more than a moan as she answers you, her hips bucking harder against your hand in reply. "Y-yes," she pants, "it does..." Her words are slurred together with pleasure and desire, making it clear that she's lost control to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of your touch as she gives herself over to you completely.

Her cries mingle with your name as you bite down on her neck and thrust your finger deeper inside her ass. She feels herself spiraling out of control, her body giving itself over to the sensations washing over her in waves. Her hips buck violently against your touch, seeking more of the forbidden pleasure you're offering her.

Her eyes roll back into her head as she comes apart beneath you, screaming out her release and feeling every muscle in her body tense and relax with ecstasy.

With a coy smile, Emily stands up from her chair, motioning for you to follow suit. As you both head toward the hallway leading to her bedroom, she unbuttons another button on her dress, exposing even more cleavage. The slight sway of her hips in that sensual gait only serves to emphasize her hourglass figure.

"Now remember," she whispers as you reach her room, "if anyone asks, we're just looking for something I left here."

As soon as the door is shut behind you, Emily spins around, pressing herself against it and pushing her ample chest out toward you. Her lips part in a breathless gasp, her eyes locked onto yours. "We're going to have some fun," she purrs seductively, her voice thick with desire.