A gasp escapes Sarah's lips as you slide a finger into her backside, filling her up with pleasure. She arches her back, pressing herself against you, and moans softly as you begin to work your fingers in and out of her tight channel. Her hips buck wildly, meeting your touch with equal fervor.

Her son watches this display with interest, his curiosity piqued by the intimate act between the two of you. He hasn't objected or tried to stop you;

instead, he seems to be enjoying the show. Sarah takes advantage of this distraction, leaning forward and pressing her body against yours as she continues to grind against your fingers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her eyes roll back in her head with pleasure.

"Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels so good..." She pushes herself harder against you, seeking more stimulation, more release.

As our hips grind together, your cock fills me completely, stretching my inner muscles to accommodate your size. I moan into the connection between us, lost in the sensation of being so fully claimed by you. With each thrust, you drive deeper inside me, finding new depths of pleasure to explore. Your hands find their way back to my ass, squeezing and massaging as you claim ownership over every inch of my body.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure consumes me. I arch my back, pushing deeper into your touch, needing more and more of your strength to hold me up against this onslaught of sensation. As you continue to thrust inside me, I can feel myself building towards an intense climax that threatens to tear through every fiber of my being.

"Hugo..." I pant, gripping the fabric of your shirt in my fists as my nails scrape against your skin. "

Her lips parted beneath his, welcoming the warmth and tenderness of his kiss. The rough edges of his stubble scraped against her sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. As he deepened the kiss, she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer as their tongues tangled in a dance of desire.

The sensation was overwhelming; it felt like they were the only two people in the world, caught up in a moment that time could not touch.

Her heart raced as she felt the desperation in his kiss, the possessiveness of his hands. She knew she shouldn't give in to these feelings, but it was impossible to resist him when he was like this. Her body craved his touch, demanded more of his attention.

With a soft moan, she arched her back into him, their hips grinding together in an unspoken promise of what could be. "I need you too," she breathed against his lips before kissing him deeper still.