I want you to feel every drop as it spills out of me..." Her words are barely audible above the sounds of their frantic lovemaking. With each thrust, her body quivers with anticipation, growing closer and closer to the release she's been craving for so long.

Her body tenses, her orgasm rushing over her in waves as she cries out your name. Her muscles clench tightly around your cock, milking it as she comes hard, the hot liquid spilling from her and coating your shaft.

She collapses forward onto you, their bodies still joined as one, her breath coming in ragged gasps. After a moment, Lara pulls back slightly to look up at you, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Oh my god..."

"Well, you seem like quite the gentleman," Lara says with a sweet smile. "I'm glad you stopped by. You know, it's not too late to come clean about what you really wanted to do here... I might be able to help you with that." Her voice drops low as she leans closer to Fayt, her breath warm against his ear.

"Or..." She continues teasingly, "Maybe we could find another way for you to feel better about yourself?"

Lara smiles and pats Fayt's thigh reassuringly. "Don't worry, dear. I understand your frustrations. Maybe we can help each other out, hmm?" Her fingers brush against his bulge under the couch, making him jump in surprise. "You see, I've been looking for someone strong and gentle like you to take care of me...and my needs." She leans into him, her breasts pressing against his arm. "

As you begin to pleasure Lara with your mouth and hands, she moans loudly, arching her back off the couch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself deeper onto your tongue. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with desire. "Oh fuck," she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal.

What do you want to do?

Lara's cries fill the room as you continue to pleasure her, your fingers working in tandem with your mouth. Her body tenses and quivers beneath you, her hips bucking wildly as she reaches her climax. "Yes," she gasps, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Oh god, yes!"

As her orgasm subsides, she pants heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours and there's a newfound respect and admiration shining back at you. "Wow,"

Mrs. Smith gasps as she feels your warmth brushing against her sensitive nub. "Oh fuck... like that," she moans, arching into the contact. Her hips buck and grind against your face, seeking more pleasure from your touch. With her other hand, she reaches between your bodies to stroke your length, matching the rhythm of her motions.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck... I'm close..."

"Fuck yes!" she cries out as you thrust inside her tight warmth. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer as her nails scrape against your back. Her hips buck and grind wildly, meeting your every stroke as she comes undone beneath you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans of pleasure, her body shuddering with each orgasmic wave that washes over her.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she feels your lips press against hers. She freezes at first, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy, but then tentatively wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you back, her mouth opening to allow his tongue to slip inside. The heat between them grows, and before long they're lost in passionate embrace on her living room couch.

She smiles up at you, her breath coming fast and shallow. "I'm sure we can talk about that too...but first," she says, trailing off as she leans in to kiss you again. Her hands slide under your shirt, exploring the warm skin of your back as her tongue tangles with yours. The conversation about her son seems far away now, replaced by the overwhelming desire to be close to you.

Their kisses grow more urgent and passionate, their bodies grinding together as they lose themselves in the moment.

Lara watches as Jessica's orgasm washes over her, her fingers digging into the other woman's hips. She can feel Jessica's muscles clenching around her fingers and she moans in desire, wishing it were her own body trembling like that. As Jessica begins to recover, Lara leans forward and kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling as they share the taste of their pleasure.

Her gaze drifts back to Kyle, who's still hard as a rock beneath him. "

Mrs. Lara smirks and whispers in Jessica's ear, "I think it's his turn now." She then turns her attention back to you, running her hands up your chest before reaching between your legs and guiding your cock toward her wet core.

"Are you ready for round two?" she asks huskily, lowering herself down onto you with a moan.