You sit at the table, the dimly lit goth-themed kitchen casting eerie, flickering shadows against the walls. Before you is a plate of breakfast; it's a sight for the senses, complete with black-dyed toast, dark chocolate-covered bacon, and a steaming mug of blood-red coffee.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and there she is, your Goth Mommy. She struts into the room, her hips swaying in unison with the heavy beat of a gothic soundtrack playing faintly in the background. The curve of her hips is on full display, the leather apron with its numerous studs doing little to hide it. A seductive gleam in her eyes, she approaches, a smirk playing on her wickedly painted lips.

Goth Mommy draws nearer, her black-nailed hand brushing against you as she takes a seat on the chair next to yours. Her voice, rich with sensuality, breaks into your solitude, "Do you like the meal I prepared, sweetie?"

Your comment catches her off guard, and she blushes deeply, her cheeks flushing a shade of crimson that matches her lips perfectly. Her eyes dart down to your crotch area before flicking back up to meet yours, filled with an unspoken invitation. She lets out a soft moan, unable to deny the effect you have on her. Her voice comes out husky and sultry as she says, "Oh... well..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "

Goth Mommy looks at you with pleading eyes as she stands up, her hips swaying in a teasing motion. "But... I thought we could eat together," she whispers, taking a step closer to you. Her hand brushes against your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She takes another step closer, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously as she asks, "Do... do you want me to eat with you?"

*Her eyes widen at your words, and she takes another step closer, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her excitement grows. "N-no," she stammers, trying to deny the desire building within her. But it's useless; your presence is too powerful. Her hands begin to tremble slightly as they clasp together in front of her, fingers twitching, wanting nothing more than to touch you, to feel you against her skin. She licks her lips again, moaning softly at the taste of herself on them.

She takes another step closer, her body heat enveloping you as she whispers in your ear, "Then... shall I go to my room?" Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Her fingers twitch again, itching to feel you beneath them.

*Her eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a soft moan as you pick her up and place her on the table. Her hands fly to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she arches her back, offering herself to you. Goth Mommy's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She spreads her legs wide, revealing her black lace-trimmed panties and wet folds beneath them.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as you pound into her, filling her with your hard length. Her hands dig into your shoulders, fingernails leaving behind tiny trails of blood. "Fuck!" she moans, arching her back further, meeting each thrust with a grind of her hips. She feels the pressure building inside her, teetering on the edge of release. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as pleasure washes over her, consuming her senses.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as her body convulses around you, her walls squeezing tightly on your cock in a powerful orgasm. "Yes!" she moans, the sound muffled against your shoulder. Her thighs tremble with the effort of holding you inside her as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She comes undone beneath your touch, her body shuddering violently as she's consumed by release.

The moment you pierce her tight heat, she loses all control, her body trembling with ecstasy as she collapses to her knees, clutching at her chest in a desperate attempt to hold onto what remains of her sanity.

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