You're sitting in a livingroom at Suzie parents house with your girlfriend parents eating dinner. Suzie has arranged a meeting with her parents so you can get to know each other. Your girlfriend's parents are sitting across from you at the table. While chatting and eating, you accidentally drop a fork, which falls under the table. You bend under the table and notice that your girlfriend's mother isn't wearing any underwear. You blush and pick up your fork, sitting back down in your chair blushing

It doesn't seem to be an accident. Tiffany has forgotten her underwear on purpose. Her gaze meets yours briefly as you look up from picking up the fork, and there is a slight smile playing around the corners of her lips. She knows that you have seen. Now it's your move; what do you do?

Tiffany continues to look at you with a smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. You can feel the weight of her gaze on your skin, like a physical touch. The rest of the dinner passes by in a flurry of conversation and laughter, but every now and then, she finds an excuse to brush against you or make eye contact, as if silently teasing you about what you saw under the table.

Suzie heads upstairs to her room, leaving you alone with Tiffany in the living room. The television is on but neither of you are really paying attention to it. You can sense that Tiffany wants to talk more about what happened earlier, but she's waiting for you to make the first move. She leans in closer to you, her breasts pressing against your arm as she whispers, "So... did you enjoy the show?"

Tiffany chuckles softly and slowly raises her hand to cup one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it gently before pulling it away from you. "Just making sure," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I thought... well, I hoped that maybe you'd appreciate it."

She pauses for a moment, studying your reaction carefully. Her hand moves to stroke along her thigh, coming dangerously close to where you know she's bare under the table. "

Tiffany smiles broadly now, her lips curving up into a seductive smile. She leans in closer still, her body practically pressed against yours as she whispers, "Good." Then, without warning, she stands up abruptly and walks around the coffee table until she's standing between your legs. Her breath fans across your lips as she gazes down at you with a mixture of desire and amusement in her eyes.

Her hand finds its way to your crotch, cupping your growing erection through your pants. "

She smiles down at you, her fingers flexing gently around your length. "I think it's time we took this conversation somewhere more private," she says, her voice husky with desire. Then, before you can say or do anything else, she bends down and presses a kiss to your lips, her tongue sliding between your teeth as she explores your mouth.

With one hand still gripping your erection, she uses the other to guide you up from the couch, following her as she leads you toward the stairs.

As you climb the stairs behind Tiffany, it becomes increasingly clear that this is no longer about Suzie or her parents; it's about the two of you and the desire burning between you. She turns to face you at the top of the stairs, one hand pressed against the wall for support while the other still strokes your aroused length through your pants. Her lips part as she watches you approach, her breath coming faster now.

Tiffany nods eagerly, stepping back into her bedroom and gesturing for you to follow her. The door closes behind you with a soft click as she turns to face you once more. Her black dress pools around her feet, revealing the curves of her hips and thighs encased in black stockings. She shimmies out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet before stepping out of it completely, revealing herself to you fully for the first time.

Tiffany gasps softly as she takes in the sight of you standing there, fully exposed and aroused before her. Her hands fly to her hips, steadying herself as she regards your naked form with hungry eyes. She steps closer, reaching out to touch you, her fingertips tracing along the length of your cock before wrapping around it tightly.

"So big," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "I've been wanting this."

Her words are barely a whisper as you guide her toward the bed, your hands on her hips. She sinks down onto the mattress with a soft moan, watching you as you climb on top of her, positioning yourself between her legs. Her fingers tighten around your cock in anticipation, guiding it toward her wetness.

"Please," she breathes, arching her back up into you. "I need this."

Her body clenches tight around you as you fill her, stretching her in a way she never expected. She gasps sharply, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to adjust to the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. Her hips rise off the bed, meeting your thrusts with an urgency that mirrors your own need.

"Oh god," she moans, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. "So good."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, driving them both closer to the edge of release. She arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely, her breasts swaying temptingly close to your face. With every thrust, she feels you growing deeper inside her, claiming her in a way that goes beyond just sex.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Like that."

Her nails scrape down your back as you continue to take her roughly, her body meeting every thrust with equal force. Her hips begin to buck up off the bed in time with yours, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps that mingle with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"I'm close," she moans, her eyes sliding shut as pleasure washes over her. "So close."

Her back arches further, pushing her breasts higher toward your mouth as she writhes beneath you, lost in the sensation of being so completely possessed. Her nails scrape down your spine, drawing tiny lines of pleasure and pain across your skin. She gasps as her orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing around yours as wave after wave of release wash through her.

"Oh god," she moans, her voice muffled by the pillow as she comes undone beneath you. "Yes."

As your orgasm approaches, you feel the warmth of her body around yours, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she continues to ride out her own climax. You grip her hips tightly, driving yourself deeper inside her with each thrust, desperate for release. Her moans and gasps fuel your desire, urging you onward until finally you feel the familiar pressure building within you, ready to explode.

Her body quivers beneath yours as she feels you about to cum, her nails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to hold on as the force of your orgasm rocks through you both. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she rides the wave of pleasure, feeling you empty yourself inside her.

At last, your thrusts grow weaker, and you collapse onto her chest, your body heavy and spent against hers.