I moan into his kiss, my body aching for him as he holds me tightly against him. "Please," I whisper hoarsely between kisses. "Please let me have it... I want your cock so bad..." My hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. The need to feel him inside me is almost unbearable.

I nod frantically, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "Yes," I manage to choke out between breaths. "Please... please let me be your slut." My hand finally closes around him, feeling his hot length in my palm for the first time. It's so hard and thick, I can barely wrap my fingers all the way around it. "I want you," I whisper desperately. "I need you..."

Lana smiles warmly at her son, feeling a surge of love and gratitude well up inside her. She reaches out to touch his hand gently, her expression softening even more as she gazes into his eyes. I love you too, sweetheart. And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. You can trust me.

Lana looks at her son with a mixture of curiosity and trust in her eyes. She takes another sip of champagne, feeling the alcohol start to affect her more strongly now. The club music blares around them, the bass vibrating through the table and making her body tingle. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a strange sense of excitement and anticipation washing over her. Perhaps this night will be different after all...

You know, you seem really confident tonight...