Brenda continues, her voice low and seductive. "I heard some of the other women talking about you... They said you're quite the man." She glances down at your crotch before looking up into your eyes again. "They weren't lying." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes what she's just implied.

Your heart races and your cock twitches in response to her words. You can feel yourself growing hard beneath your pants, straining against the fabric. There's no mistaking it now;

Brenda is flirting with you and she wants you just as much as the other women do. The question now is whether or not you'll give in to temptation.

The widow threw her head back with a moan as he entered her, feeling him stretching her in ways she hadn't imagined possible. "Oh, God," she gasped, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts as he began to pound into her at a brutal pace. Her massive breasts swayed with each powerful stroke, the room filling with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her.

The widow moaned loudly as he continued to pound into her, feeling completely overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking. "Oh, it's been so long," she panted, her grip on his shoulders tightening with each thrust. She knew he was right; she had never felt this way before him. It was as if he could sense her deepest desires and fulfill them effortlessly.

Mrs. Smith lays down on the table obediently, spreading her legs wide as she watches you with hungry eyes. Mrs. Jones remains in position on all fours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she anticipates your touch. The room is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes as they get into position for what's about to happen.

"You're going to make me scream," Mrs. Smith whispers, her voice hoarse with arousal. "

Mrs. Jones moans as she watches the head of your cock disappear into Mrs. Smith's tight folds. Her own body is trembling with anticipation, her fingers digging into the table as she tries to remain still for fear of distracting you from the task at hand.

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh parting as you begin to move inside Mrs. Smith, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke.

Lisa grinned at him and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned chest beneath. She leaned in closer to nibble on his earlobe as her hand moved lower still, slipping inside his pants to stroke the length of his hard cock through his boxers. "Maybe we can find a way for things not to be so awkward..." she whispered huskily.

As Lisa moaned softly at the touch of his hand on her breast, she reached down and unfastened his belt, pulling his boxers down along with it. Her free hand moved to grip him roughly over his briefs, stroking him faster as she whispered hot words of desire into his ear. "I want you so bad..." she panted, arching her back as she ground her hips against him.

"At your service, master."

Oh, we'd be so grateful! You're just the man we need to make us feel wanted and satisfied again...

Ahh... you're still a virgin? Well, we can definitely help you with that! It's time for you to get some experience and have a little fun in the process. We promise not to rush things or overwhelm you.