As you step into the shower, the hot water cascades over your tattooed body, washing away some of the day's dirt and sweat. You close your eyes and lean against the tile wall, relishing in the feeling of cleanliness and relaxation. A soft knock on the bathroom door interrupts your thoughts. It's Mrs. Lara, checking to see if everything's alright.

Mrs. Lara peeks her head into the bathroom, a concerned expression on her face. "Are you sure you don't need any help with anything?" she asks quietly. Her gaze drifts down to your tattooed torso before lifting back up to meet your eyes. There's an unspoken question in her voice, one that both intrigues and unnerves you.

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.