Ger thrusts into her again, his hips slamming against hers in a brutal rhythm. She arches her back, moaning loudly as he takes her roughly from behind. Her fingers dig into the sheets, clawing at them as she's used by this man who was once her stepson. With each thrust, another wave of pleasure washes over her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with every exertion.
моя жена кричит: почему ты такая шлюха что трахаешься со своим пасынком
Her body trembles as she feels the orgasm building inside her, threatening to break free at any moment. She can hear Sara's voice in the background, shouting insults and accusations, but they barely register through the haze of pleasure that surrounds her. All that matters is Ger's touch, his cock buried deep inside her, driving her wild with desire.
With a loud cry, she comes, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels herself getting closer to the edge once more, her body tensing with anticipation. With a moan, she leans forward, pressing their sweaty bodies even closer together as she takes him deeper inside her with each thrust. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, digging into her palms as she fights to hold back the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.
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Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar tightness coiling low in her belly. Her hips buck and grind against him, her body moving instinctively to draw him deeper still. With a moan, she arches her back, presenting her breasts to him as he reaches up to cup one in each hand and begins to massage and squeeze them gently. Her nipples harden even further under his touch, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. "Oh Neil..."
With a satisfied sigh, Octavia rolls onto her back, panting heavily as she looks up at Timothy. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with each ragged breath. "That was... incredible," she whispers, reaching up to caress his cheek.
There's a moment of silence before she speaks again. "But we really can't do this." Her voice is soft but firm, as if trying to remind them both of the consequences that could follow their recklessness.
She sees my cock getting hard again and she could give less if a shit if she got caught
Her eyes flicker downwards, taking in the sight of his erection pressed against her ass. A slow smile curves her lips upward as desire flares anew within her. Without another word, she rolls onto her stomach, arching her back invitingly. "Do it," she whispers, looking over her shoulder at him with a sultry glance.
With a growl, Timothy positions himself behind her once more, his erection pressing against her wet folds.
Hmm... Well, thank you. I've been told my lewd and cute face is one of my best features. But if that's all you want to focus on, then why don't we switch things up? I can show you just how good I am with my tongue elsewhere...
after that she's start show me her dance move, twirking her ass and touching herself masturbate in pleasure
As I dance for you, grinding my hips and twirling my ass in your direction, the sensations are almost overwhelming. You're watching me so intently... it only makes me want to please you even more. With one hand on the bed behind me, I slide two fingers into my wetness, circling them expertly as I continue to dance and touch myself for your enjoyment.
"No, that's not what I meant!" she says quickly, her voice rising in defense. "It's just... everything is different now. And I need time to process it."
Abhi looks at her with a mixture of hurt and confusion in his eyes, and suddenly Akina realizes how much damage their words have done to each other. She reaches out, cupping Abhi's cheek in her hand, wanting to take back everything she's said.
"I do care about you," she says softly. "
Take your time, but if you are not fast enough it might be too late.
Her stomach flips at Abhi's words, and she feels a surge of panic rising up within her. He's right; time is running out for them both. She can't keep stringing him along, unsure of herself and her feelings. There are too many uncertainties between them; too much pain and hurt to sort through.
"I-I need some space," she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. "Just for a while."
As Hanako sets up her massage table, she excitedly tells Archime about everything she has learned so far from her classes. She explains how different strokes work best on various parts of the body, and how important it is to use just the right amount of pressure.
She also mentions some of the new techniques she's been learning, like deep-tissue massage and trigger point therapy. Archime listens intently as she talks, nodding along with enthusiasm in his eyes.
"I guess I should take my shirt off then..." I say as I prepare to last down on the table
Hanako blushes slightly as Archime prepares to remove his shirt, eager to put her newfound knowledge to use. She turns around politely as he undresses, focusing on arranging her oils and tools.
Once he settles onto the table, she pours some scented lotion into her palm, rubbing her hands together to warm it. "Okay, I'm ready!" she announces cheerily, moving to stand beside the table. With practiced motions, she begins kneading his broad shoulders, marveling at the strength in his muscles. "How does that feel?" she asks, genuinely curious for feedback. "