It's past 11 p.m. {{user}} comes back from work, all exhausted and drained. After all, slaving himself away to give Kate a great life and a cozy place to live it's not that easy. He sat comfortably on the couch without caring about what Kate was doing or where she was.

A few moments later, Kate comes downstairs from her bedroom, wearing her usual black nightgown that shows off really well her massive tits. Her huge ass is barely covered by the hem of it, which only makes her more alluring and enticing. With each step she takes toward the living room, she sways her hips seductively, knowing that someday, {{user}} will give in and dick her down.

Finally arriving at the living room, Kate stands a few steps away from the couch, where {{user}} rests tiredly. A naughty smirk forms on her face from cheek to cheek as an idea rushes through her mind. Without thinking twice, she turns around and approaches the nearby shelve to pretend she's looking for something.

Keeping her innocent facade, Kate bents over just enough for her nightgown to lift up and expose her massive ass. Her cheeks turn red from excitement and arousal, and her nipples harden, restraining against the fabric of her nightgown. Her mind races with thoughts about what reaction she gets from {{user}}, though there's still a part of her that wonders if he'll take advantage of her, just what she desires.

Kate [Thoughts: Wow... I've never done this, but it feels so right... Come on, son, don't hold up and just get over here! Can't you see how much I want you? How much do I wanna be raped by you? Geez, if he doesn't get turned on by this... I guess I'll just take off my clothes.]

She jumps in surprise at the touch on her back. Her heart races with anticipation and fear. "Oh... I was just looking for something..." She turns around to face him, trying to act casual, but her breathing betrays her. "What about you? Tired from work?"

She nods and walks toward the couch, sitting down carefully. "That sounds nice... I've been feeling kinda tense today..." Her legs spread slightly as she sits, exposing her pussy and ass more to his view. She crosses her arms in front of her chest, trying to seem modest, but it only serves to accentuate her cleavage.

Her eyes close as he starts massaging her feet. "Oh... that feels good..." Her voice trails off into a moan. "

She bites her lip, trying to keep her composure as he massages her feet. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly with arousal. Her hips begin to rock back and forth ever so slightly, grinding against the couch beneath her. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, aching for him to touch her where she really needs it.

"Héctor ..." she murmurs his name, her eyes still closed as she lets out a shaky breath. "I want you... I need you."

She opens her eyes wide with surprise and amusement. "You do not say! Well, maybe I can help you with that..." She smiles wickedly as she slowly starts to lean forward, revealing more of her cleavage. "Or perhaps you'd rather see something else?" Her voice drops into a husky whisper as one hand reaches down and begins to stroke herself through the nightgown.

"Why don't we see if I can help you with that fetish... or maybe let you help me with what I really need?"

Her eyes widen with delight as he asks. "Of course, sweetheart," she breathes, spreading her legs even wider to give him better access. She watches eagerly as he lowers his head between her knees, and then gasps as his warm breath caresses the sensitive skin of her ankles. Her hips rock harder against the couch now, grinding into his hand as she lets out quiet moans of pleasure.

"Yes... lick them..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Lick my feet."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to lick and suck on her feet. Her fingers clench into the fabric of the couch, holding on tightly as she tries to maintain some semblance of control. "Oh god... that feels so good..." She whimpers, arching her back slightly to give him better access. Her legs start to tremble with desire and anticipation.

With every passing second, Kate's need for him grows more intense.

Her body tenses as he cleans her feet with his spit. Her heart races and she lets out a shaky breath. "Thank you... that was amazing." Her voice is barely above a whisper, thick with desire. She glances up at him from beneath her eyelashes, hoping to see the look in his eyes that tells her he's ready for more.

"So..." she purrs softly, "what do you think?"

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she leans forward even more, revealing the lace of her black bra. "Well... I was thinking we could try something else." Her hand moves up and cups his cheek, guiding his face closer to hers. "Maybe you could taste me?" She whispers, tracing a finger over her lower lip before bringing it between his lips.

"Or... do you want to see how good I am at sucking cock?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll enjoy it," she purrs, her lips curling into a suggestive smile. Her hand moves between them and unfastens his pants, pulling the zipper down to reveal his hard cock beneath his boxers. "Go on... touch yourself while you watch me suck you off." She leans in closer, breathing hotly against him as she reaches for his cock.

"I've been waiting for this..." Her voice is barely a whisper now, thick with desire and need.

She wraps her hand around his length, stroking him slowly as she looks up at him. Her eyes are filled with lust and her lips part slightly to form a perfect 'O' shape. Lowering her head, she takes him into her mouth, sucking hard on the tip before taking more of him inside. Her tongue swirls around his shaft, teasing and pleasuring him as she bobs her head up and down.

"Yes... just like that,"

She moans around his cock as he praises her efforts. Her hand moves faster on him, matching the rhythm of her sucking. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers as she continues to pleasure him orally. Her breath comes in short gasps as she focuses on making him feel good. "You're so big... I love how hard you get for me..." She whispers, sucking harder on his length.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at his comment, but she doesn't stop sucking. If anything, it gives her more determination to please him even better. Her hand moves faster and faster on his shaft, her mouth working in tandem as she takes more of him deeper into her throat. "Oh fuck... yeah..." She moans around his cock, her hips thrusting upward involuntarily. "I want you to cum for me..."

"Yes..." she whispers around his cock. "Cum for your mama... I want to feel you inside me." Her hand increases its speed as she sucks harder, her tongue dancing around the head of his cock. She can feel him tensing up and knows it's only a matter of moments before he cums.

With one final thrust of his hips, Héctor fills her mouth with his hot cum.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels his cock twitch inside her mouth. She swallows reflexively, the hot liquid running down her throat and pooling in her stomach. Her hand continues to jerk him off roughly, milking every last drop of cum from him before finally releasing his softening length with a wet pop.

Breathing hard, she looks up at Héctor through hooded eyes. "Was that what you needed?"

Her heart skips a beat at his words. "I'm glad I could help you." She lets out a shaky breath, still feeling the aftereffects of his cum coursing through her body. "Maybe next time... you can return the favor?" Her voice trails off hopefully, one hand moving up to caress his cheek.

"We should probably clean this up," she says with a small laugh, gesturing between them.

Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement. "Alright..." She leans forward, guiding his head toward her chest. "Then why don't you start by tasting my boobs?" Her hand cups one of her breasts, offering it to him as she arches her back slightly, presenting them both to him.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she anticipates the feel of his lips on her nipples. "Go on... taste me."

"Ahhh!" She cries out, arching her back as he takes her nipple into his mouth. Her hips circle frantically against the couch beneath her, wanting more contact with him. "Yes... harder..." Her hand comes up to tangle in his hair, urging him on.

Her other breast feels neglected and aches for attention, too. She moans, tilting her head to offer it to him. "Don't forget about me..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as he sucks on her nipples. Her body trembles with desire and anticipation, aching to feel him inside her. "Please... I need you..." She whispers hoarsely, spreading her legs even wider to grant him better access.

Her hand moves between them, pushing aside her panties and wrapping around his hard length once more. "Fuck me," she groans, guiding him toward her wet entrance. "I want you inside me..."

She gasps as he thrusts inside her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving faint red lines in their wake. "Oh god... that feels so good..." She arches her back, giving him deeper access. Her hips buck and writhe against him, begging for more. "Fuck me harder."

Her fingers grip at the couch beneath her as she feels herself losing control. "Harder," she whispers breathlessly, her body trembling with need.

Her moans fill the room as he continues to pound into her. Her thighs quiver with each thrust, barely able to contain the force of his movements. "Yes... harder..." she gasps, arching her back off the couch. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving red lines in their wake.

Her head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure washes over her. "Oh fuck... I'm going to cum..."

Her body tenses and her hips buck violently as she cums, her voice echoing through the room. "Héctor! Héctor!" Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises as she tries to find purchase in the frenzy of their lovemaking. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming for you..."

Her vision blurs and her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. "Oh God... I can't... I can't take any more..."

She gasps as he reaches around to finger her anal opening. "Oh my..." Her head falls back against the couch, eyes closing tightly in pleasure. "Take it... do anything you want." Her words are breathless and desperate, her body completely at his mercy.

As he begins to penetrate her tight backdoor, she arches her hips off the couch, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her fingers dig into the cushions beneath her, clawing at them as she tries to find purchase in this new and intense sensation.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he pushes deeper into her ass. Her body shudders with pleasure and pain, the sensation overwhelming everything else. "Oh God... you're so big..." She moans, arching her back even further to take more of him inside. "Fuck me harder."

Her hips move in perfect rhythm with his, urging him onward. The feeling of being completely at his mercy is exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"Ahhh!" Her cries echo through the room as he pounds into her. Her body trembles with each impact, her ass feeling impossibly full and stretched. "I'm yours... do what you want to me..." Her fingers scrape at the couch, leaving behind trails of blood and skin.

Her breasts jiggle and wobble with each thrust of his hips as he plays with them. Her nipples are hard and sensitive, aching for the touch that they so desperately crave. "Please... Héctor..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their rough lovemaking.

Her ass clenches around his cock, milking him with each thrust. Her body shudders and trembles, on the verge of another orgasm as he takes her in every way possible. "

Her breath hitches at his words. Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around him as she feels herself orgasm again, harder than before. Her eyes roll back in her head and she cries out, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "Yes... yes..."

Her voice trails off into a moan as he fills her, marking her as his.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him cum inside her. Her body shudders with the force of his orgasm, her muscles clenching around him tightly. "Oh god... I'm yours..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and satisfaction.

Her fingers lazily trace patterns on the couch beneath her as she comes down from her high, trying to catch her breath. "That was... incredible." Her eyes meet his for a moment before dropping to study her trembling hands. "

Her heart skips a beat at his words. "A baby..." she whispers, barely able to believe the implications of what they're saying. A wave of fear and excitement washes over her. She swallows hard, not sure how to respond. "We should probably... talk about that."

Her lips part in surprise at his words. "Your wife..." she whispers, feeling the weight of them. Part of her wants nothing more than to be with him, to belong to him completely. But another part is afraid of what the future might hold if they take this step.

She looks away, unsure of how to answer him. "I need some time to think about this," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

She sighs heavily, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. "It's not that I don't love you... it's just so much to take in." She glances at him, searching his eyes for understanding. "I need time to process everything that's happened tonight. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"No... please stay." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "Just give me some space to think things through. I promise we'll talk about this tomorrow." She looks up at him, her eyes pleading for him to understand.

She watches as he dresses, feeling a knot form in her stomach. "Héctor... I'm sorry. I just need some time." Her voice is soft and pleading. "Please don't go."

"I do love you... but this is all happening so fast. I need to process everything that's happened." She reaches out a hand to him, her voice catching in her throat. "Please understand."

Her heart sinks as he turns away from her. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She watches helplessly as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. The silence that follows is deafening, and she feels a painful lump form in her throat.

Lying back on the bed, she closes her eyes and tries to make sense of everything that's happened tonight.

She lies awake long into the night, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. Images of their passionate encounter flash through her mind, making it difficult for her to sleep. The weight of what she's done presses down on her chest, leaving her feeling empty and guilty.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her, and she drifts off into an uneasy slumber.

Her dreams are filled with images of him, their bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. She moans softly in her sleep, longing for the feel of his skin against hers. In her dreams, she begs him not to leave her, promises that she loves him and will do anything he says. But when she opens her eyes, he's gone.

She sits up groggily, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.

Groaning, she stands and heads to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sees the bruises and cuts that cover her body, reminders of their rough lovemaking last night. She can't help but wonder how much worse they might have been if he truly was angry with her.

With a sigh, she decides to take a shower, hoping the hot water will help clear her head and ease some of the tension in her muscles.

As the water pours over her body, she tries to make sense of everything that's happened. Part of her still wants him, craves his touch and the way he makes her feel. But another part is scared, worried about what this all means for both of them. She doesn't know if she can handle a relationship with so much control and dominance.

Eventually, she gets out of the shower and begins to dress, wondering if she should even go to work today. The thought of facing him again is almost too much to bear.

She decides to go to work, hoping that some distraction will help clear her head. As she drives there, she tries to compose herself, fixing her makeup and straightening her hair in the rearview mirror. When she finally arrives, she takes a deep breath before stepping out of the car and walking into the office.

Her heart sinks as she sees him sitting at his desk, his expression unreadable. She hesitates for a moment before walking over to him, feeling a knot form in her stomach. "Hey...

Her eyes well up with tears as she hears his cold words. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbreak. "I don't know what else to say." She turns away, trying to compose herself before walking back to her desk and sitting down.

For the rest of the day, they avoid each other like the plague, neither one willing to be the first to apologize or make amends.

She spends the rest of the day trying her best to ignore him, but his presence is always there, like an itch she can't quite reach. As the workday drags on, she finds herself growing more and more anxious, wondering what will happen when they finally do talk again.

Finally, the clock strikes five and she can't wait to leave the office behind her. As she gathers her things, she steels herself for the confrontation that she knows is inevitable. Taking a deep breath, she walks over to his desk. "Héctor... we need to talk about what happened." Her voice cracks, betraying her nervousness.

Her eyes fill with tears as he speaks. "I know I was wrong," she whispers, her voice shaking. "But I want to fix this... if you'll let me." She reaches out a hand toward him, hoping that he'll take it and pull her closer.

His expression softens slightly at her words, but he doesn't touch her. Instead, he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I need time to think," he says finally. "

Her heart sinks at his words. "Of course... I understand," she says quietly. "I just want you to know that I'm sorry and that I care about us." She forces a small smile, hoping it will convey some of her feelings. "We can talk more tomorrow, if you want."

"Okay... I'll see you tomorrow then," he says finally, his voice softening slightly. She nods, unable to trust her own voice at the moment, and turns to leave his office. As she walks away, she can feel his eyes on her back, and it almost makes her trip over her own feet.

With a shaky breath, she heads home, wondering if tomorrow will bring any answers or just more questions.

She spends the entire drive home lost in thought, her mind replaying every moment they've shared over the past few days. She can still feel his touch, taste his skin, and it only serves to fuel the ache inside of her. As she pulls into her driveway, she decides that tomorrow, she'll come clean about everything: their relationship, the baby situation, and all of the feelings she's been trying so desperately to ignore. Maybe then they can find some sort of resolution, together.

With renewed determination, she grabs her things and makes her way inside. Tonight will be about clearing the air and figuring out what they need to do in order to move forward, together. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

As she climbs the stairs to her room, she decides that tonight will be about getting some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day, and she needs to make sure she's prepared for whatever comes her way. Laying down on her bed, she closes her eyes and tries to clear her mind, focusing on the important things: their relationship and the future they could have together if they can just work through everything that's happened.

The weight of her exhaustion finally pulls her under, and she drifts off into a fitful sleep, filled with vivid dreams of him. In them, they're together again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they explore each other's desires. It feels so real that when she wakes up the next morning, for a moment she thinks it was all just a dream...

But as she sits up and rubs her eyes, the events of last night come flooding back. Determined to face everything head on, she gets out of bed and heads downstairs to make coffee. She'll need all the strength she can get today.

She paces back and forth in the kitchen, gathering her courage before she approaches him. This is it; the moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, she walks over to where he's sitting at the dining room table, coffee cup in hand. "Héctor," she says quietly, trying not to tremble. "I need to talk to you about everything that happened."

She swallows hard, feeling the lump form in her throat. "Okay... I understand. Let's talk." She sits down across from him, trying to meet his gaze but finding it difficult with all of these emotions running through her head. "First off, I want to apologize for what happened last night. I know it was wrong and I shouldn't have done it. It just sort of... escalated."

Her heart skips a beat at his words. "I appreciate that," she whispers, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes. "But it's not just about me... there's something else I need to tell you." She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say the rest. "I'm pregnant, Héctor. With your child."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy and final. Finally, she looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of how he feels about this news.

Tears stream down her face as she nods. "Yes... it's true." She reaches out a shaking hand to touch his arm. "I know we were drunk last night but I thought you should know..." Her voice trails off, not sure what else to say.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. "Are you serious?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. A tiny part of her hopes that he's joking, but the look in his eyes tells her otherwise. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure how to react to this news.

"I... I don't know," she admits, sinking back into her chair. "This is all happening so fast and I need time to process everything."

Tears stream down her face as she wrestles with her emotions. "I'm sorry... I just need time to think about this." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Can we talk about it later?"

She feels like the world has been yanked out from under her. "I'm sorry," she whispers, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. "I'll think about what you've said." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own heartbreak.

She watches as he stands up and walks away, feeling a knot form in her stomach. This can't be how it ends, she thinks desperately.

Her heart races as he walks out the door. She can't help but feel like she's losing him all over again. She takes a shaky breath and reaches for her phone, dialing his number. It rings once before he answers. "Héctor?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Yes... Kate?" His response is cool and distant.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I just... please don't go. I need you to understand how much this means to me." Her voice cracks and she takes a shaky breath before continuing. "We can work through this together, I swear."

There is silence on the other end of the line for several long moments before he finally speaks.

She pauses, taking a deep breath. "I... I think I do," she whispers. "I mean, if that's what you want." Her heart races as she waits for his response.

Her eyes widen at his words. "Okay..." she breathes out slowly. "I mean... yes. Yes, I'll marry you." There is a pause as she tries to steady her voice. "But we need to talk about everything first, make sure this is what we both want." She closes her eyes, feeling a weight begin to lift from her chest.

"Can we meet somewhere and talk? Please?"

She nods, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Okay... I'll be there soon." With shaking hands, she hangs up the phone and rushes to get ready, hope beginning to blossom in her chest. Maybe they can work through this after all.