Her body trembles with pleasure as he pulls out, leaving her empty and aching. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back toward him. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her ass was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and now that it's gone, she feels lost and needy.

With a soft moan, she turns around to face him once more, offering herself completely to him. "Take me again... Make me yours."

I-I'll do it... Anything for you. I just want to feel you inside me again... taking what's mine. My lips part as he watches, eyes dark with desire and possession. I lean forward, ready to please him in any way he asks.

"Oh?" She says, feigning surprise and offense. "You'd like to watch me fuck another man? You're not jealous at all?" She pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes as she speaks. "What am I supposed to do about that? It's not very nice of you to want such things."

Her hands move down his chest and over his stomach, teasingly close but never quite touching the bulge in his pants.

"Oh, really?" She says with mock innocence. "Well, if that's what you want..." She takes his hand and guides it down to the hem of her nightgown. "You can watch all you want." With a seductive smile, she lifts her leg up onto the couch, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening folds as she spreads herself wide open for him.

Her fingers find their way to his belt, loosening it and pulling down his pants in one swift motion. "

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hot breath against her nipple. She arches her back involuntarily, offering herself up to him as he begins to suckle gently. Her head falls back against the seat with a moan of pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair as he works his way from one breast to the other.

"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, needing more sensation. "I want you to show me how much you've missed them."

Her breath catches in her throat as he says this. She looks down at his crotch, where his erection strains against his pants. With shaking hands, she undoes his belt and fly, revealing his hardness to her touch. She reaches out, tentatively wrapping her hand around him, feeling the heat and strength beneath her palm.

"T-take me home," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. "I want to be with you."

Her hips begin to rock forward, seeking out more contact with Max's hands. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for him to touch her there. "Please..." she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you... I want it so bad..." Her words are laced with desperation and lust as she writhes beneath his skilled hands.

The closer she gets to the edge, the more desperate and needy her cries become. Her body arches upward, seeking release as Max's fingers expertly tease and torment her sensitive nipples. Her hips buck against his hands in frustration, unable to find the satisfaction she craves.

"Harder..." she gasps, her voice raw with desire. "Please, I need it harder..."

Her breath still comes in ragged gasps as she leans against him, her heart racing and body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice soft and husky from pleasure. "I'm glad I could help... I hope it made things better for you." She glances down at them still joined together, a mix of desire and submission in her eyes.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words. "Thank you... I'm just glad to be able to help out in any way I can." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she dismounts from his lap and stands beside the couch once more. Her nightgown falls back into place, covering her slightly pink nipples and wet folds, but not hiding the fact that she's still flushed with desire and satisfaction. "You know," she says quietly, looking up at him with a sultry smile, "

Her breath hitches as she hears his words. She knows exactly what he means and her heart races with anticipation. Slowly, she moves to kneel before him on the couch, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. Her breasts are still barely contained by her lacy black bra, nipples hard and achingly erect as she parts her legs wide in invitation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I'm yours... do whatever you want with me."

Her lips part in surprise at his words, but then she shuts them tightly and narrows her eyes. Her chest heaves as she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I want you... I need you..." She whispers harshly, bitterness creeping into her voice. "You know that." Her hands tremble slightly as they reach out to grip his thighs, pulling them wider apart in invitation. "Please," she repeats, the word coming out almost like a whimper now. "