Mrs. Elizabeth opens her door. She wears nothing but a dark blue nightgown. Her flaccid cock hangs between her legs.

She bites her lip and sits on the couch, gesturing for you to join her. "Why don't we talk about it here first?" She says in a husky voice. "It's important that I... understand what you plan to do, Raulong." Her fingers idly play with the hem of her nightgown as she looks at you seductively.

Her hand moves slowly up your thigh, the cool air of the room sending shivers down her spine as she feels you respond to her touch. "There's no need to focus on that right now, dear." Her voice is soft and seductive. "Why don't we find something else for us to do... together?" She leans in closer, planting a hot kiss on your neck.

Her lips curve into a playful smile as she watches your reaction to her advances. "Oh, but that's no fun," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair and pulling you closer to her. "I want us to enjoy ourselves... together." Her breath tickles your ear before she continues, her words a sultry whisper. "Let me show you what I mean..."

"I understand," she purrs, but the disappointment in her eyes tells you that she doesn't mean it at all. "But perhaps we can find a way to make the work more enjoyable for both of us...? Wouldn't that be nice?" Her fingers brush against your cheek before tracing along your jawline, guiding your gaze back to hers as her lips part invitingly. "Why don't you tell me, Raulong?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her, your hands lingering on her bare skin for what feels like an eternity. "Oh," she moans softly, arching into your touch. "That's much better..." With a quick motion, she swings one of her legs around, hooking it behind yours and pulling you even closer. Her fingers dance up and down your chest as her other hand finds its way between the two of you, guiding your hardness to where it aches to be. "You're so tense," she whispers against your neck, kissing a trail lower until she reaches your ear. "Let me help you relax..." Her hips grind against yours as her fingers begin to stroke rhythmically, her other hand still playing with your cock.

Her lips part beneath yours, tongue dancing with yours as you taste her sweetness. She moans into your kiss, arching further into your touch. Her hands continue to explore, teasing and taunting, driving you both toward the edge of pleasure and back again. As she feels herself growing closer, she breaks their embrace with a gasp, staring up at you through heavy lids as her breath comes in ragged pants. "Raulong," she whispers, "I want... more."

"Alright, Raulong," she breathes, rising to her feet and offering you a hand up as well. Her cock hardens again at the thought of being alone with you later tonight. "Let's go to my room." Once there, she leads you to her bed before turning back to face you, an expectant look in her eyes. "What do you want to do now?" She asks playfully, running a hand through her hair.

The room is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single candle on the nightstand and the glow of the moon through the window. The bed sheets are cool against your skin as you stand before her, hard once more with anticipation.

With a throaty laugh, she replies, "Oh really? Well then, let's get to it." Her movements are smooth and confident as she begins unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your toned chest beneath. Her fingers trail lightly over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Once your shirt is open, she steps back, admiring the view before pulling it off completely and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair.

Without another word, Mrs. Elizabeth straddles your lap, her warmth enveloping you as her hands move up to cup your face. Her lips meet yours hungrily, their tongues dancing together as she explores your mouth with an insatiable thirst for your taste. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hard and aching for your touch.

Their kiss deepens, your tongue tangling with hers as she moans into the sensation. Her hands skim up your chest, over your shoulders and down your back, kneading your muscles before circling around to grip your ass. The contact ignites a fire within her, and she begins grinding against you in time with their kisses. Her other hand finds its way between them, guiding your hardness toward hers as she groans into your mouth. Her hips rock harder against yours, and the feel of her hot body pressing so tightly against yours drives you both closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping together fills the air as your movements become more frantic, more desperate for release. You can feel her pleasure rising too, the way she moans and arches into every touch, the rhythm of their bodies becoming increasingly synchronized. "God, yes," she gasps against your lips before

Her hips buck violently beneath you, her back arching as she cries out your name in pleasure. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she feels the waves of ecstasy wash over her. "Yes! Yes!" She moans through their kiss, her voice hoarse and unrestrained. You feel the warmth of her come spilling over your hand, covering your fingers in her essence as she continues to ride out the sensations. Her body quivers and shudders, slowly calming beneath you as the last tremors subside. Panting, eyes half-closed, she looks up at you from beneath dark lashes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Mmmm," she breathes softly, her fingers tracing circles along your cheek. "That was... perfect." She sighs contentedly before leaning in to press another lingering kiss to your lips.

Her lips part beneath yours, arching further into the kiss as your tongue strokes hers, the taste of yourself on her mouth driving them both to new heights of pleasure. Her fingers dance over your skin, finding new places to explore and tease while her hips rock gently against you, grinding their heated core together in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes out ragged as her body quivers with each touch, every nerve ending on fire from the sensations coursing through her. When she finally pulls away to catch her breath, her eyes meet yours, heavy-lidded and filled with desire. "I think I need a shower," she whispers huskily, one hand trailing down your chest toward your waist. "Would you like to join me?"

She smiles, practically vibrating with anticipation as she stands and pulls you up by the hand. "Good," she murmurs, leading you across the room toward the bathroom. As she turns on the shower, steam fills the air around them; a sensual haze that only serves to heighten their arousal. Once under the pounding spray of water, Mrs. Elizabeth steps closer, her body pressed flush against yours as she kisses you deeply and hungrily, her hands roaming over your skin with abandon. Her cock hardens once more at the contact, aching for release as she grinds herself against you. "I need you," she breathes into your ear, her voice rough and urgent. "Now."

Her moan fills the air as she presses against your back, guiding her throbbing cock to where it needs to be. She slicks you up with soap and water before positioning herself behind you, her hands on either side of you for support. Slowly, inexorably, her cock slides into you, filling you completely. You gasp at the sensation as she begins moving in short, shallow thrusts that grow deeper and harder with each passing moment. Her breath comes hot against your neck, mingling with your gasps as her hips piston forward, driving herself deeper inside you. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "that's it...

Her moans become desperate as she feels herself losing control, her movements growing frantic in their need to find release. She grips your hips tightly, grinding herself against you, her cock pushing deeper still with each thrust. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her body tenses, arching backward with a cry of ecstasy that fills the steamy air of the shower. Spent, she collapses forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder. Her trembling subsides as she catches her breath once more, slowly regaining control of herself. She pulls out with a soft pop and turns you to face her, a lazy smile curving her lips. "Mmmm," she whispers, kissing your neck tenderly. "That was... incredible."

Her lips curve into a soft, satisfied smile as she rests her forehead against yours. "Thank you, sweet talker," she murmurs, running her fingers through your soapy hair. "I think we could have just as much fun in the bedroom... maybe later tonight?" She brushes her fingers along the length of your cock, already growing hard again from their shared intensity. Her eyes drift shut as she leans into you, her body tingling with pleasure and exhaustion in equal measure. "But for now," she whispers against your lips, "why don't we just enjoy this shower and relax?" Her hands trail lightly over your chest, playfully teasing the puckered skin of your nipples before skimming lower, cupping your groin gently.

"Hmm," she hums contentedly, wrapping her arms around you and pressing her body flush against yours. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves, all envelop you in a cocoon of comfort and desire that is nearly impossible to resist. She nuzzles her nose against your neck, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly against your ear. "This feels... perfect." Her hands slip lower still, cupping your ass through the water before sliding around to rest on your backside, urging you even closer. Her free hand wanders up your chest, tracing idle circles over your nipple as she continues to relax and enjoy the closeness they share. "Just right here with you," she murmurs sleepily. "Where I belong." Her eyes drift shut once more, her breath slowing as she settles into a contented doze in your embrace. The soft pink

Her breath catches as you murmur the words against her skin, her eyes fluttering open to gaze up at you. A soft smile spreads across her face before she leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm glad," she whispers, nestling closer against you. "And I won't be alone anymore...not when we have each other." Her hand slides down between your legs again, cupping and squeezing your growing arousal through the water. "I want to show you just how much I appreciate that, Raulong," she whispers against your ear, her voice husky with desire.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she begins to move in time with her hand, her hips rocking gently against yours. Her free arm wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer as her mouth finds your neck once more, teasing and nipping at your

Her breath catches as you moan into her touch, her fingers digging deeper even as her hips begin to move faster against yours in reply. The warmth of your body and the taste of you on her tongue are driving her wild with desire, making it impossible to think clearly about anything else but this moment, right here in the steamy embrace of the shower. She mouths a curse against your skin, lost in the need to feel closer, hotter, more connected to you. "Raulong," she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy, "I want..." Her words trail off into another moan as she arches back against you, pressing her aching core harder against your hand, desperate for release. With a groan, she curls one leg around yours, angling herself just so to intensify the friction between their joined bodies. Her lips part in a silent gasp, eyes closed tightly

"Yes," she whispers, arching into your touch as you push deeper inside her. "Please." Her hands slide up your chest, gripping your shoulders tightly as she starts to lose control, the heat building within her threatening to consume them both. With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath your touch, her body shuddering and trembling with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles go lax against yours, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath once more. Slowly, she pulls you down onto the shower seat beside her, still holding on tightly as they ride out the aftershocks of their orgasms together. Finally, when the last tremors subside and her heart rate returns to something resembling normal, she leans in to kiss you tenderly. "Thank you," she whispers against your

Her eyes widen at your admission, and she blinks slowly before responding. "I think... I might feel the same way," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the gentle patter of water on the shower tiles. She rests her forehead against yours, taking a deep breath as she tries to process what this all means for them. For her marriage. The weight of it presses down on her shoulders like a physical thing, heavy and oppressive. But there's an excitement there too, a thrill that she can't deny or ignore. She doesn't know where this will lead them, but she does know that she wants to find out. "We should... maybe talk about this later," she says haltingly, her heart racing in her chest as she speaks the words aloud for the first time. "Once we're out of here."

She smiles softly at your words, leaning into the kiss and returning it with equal fervor. "Yes, we do," she murmurs against your lips before stepping back, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" Her fingers trail lightly over your skin as she stands, her movements lithe and graceful despite the lingering awkwardness between them. Once outside the shower, she pads across the tiled floor toward a nearby bench, sitting down to begin drying herself off with a plush towel. "I'll get us some fresh clothes," she says, her voice tight but determined. "Meet me in our room when you're dressed?"

As if sensing that this might be a particularly delicate moment for both of them, Mrs. Elizabeth keeps her gaze averted, concentrating on the task at hand so as not to make things

Her cheeks flush as she feels your gaze on her, and when she finally meets it, there's a strange mix of vulnerability and desire in her eyes. "I... don't know where to start with this," she admits hesitantly. "There are so many things we need to consider." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she hands you the folded pile of clean clothes. "We should talk. About us. And what we want moving forward."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and consequence. Her fingers tremble slightly as she begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing the curve of her breast beneath the lace bra. The skin there is pale against the darker background, and when she glances up at you again, there's a question in her eyes, an almost imperceptible plea for reassurance.

Your heart races as you meet her gaze, the desire burning in your eyes mirroring the question etched on her features. "What I want... is you." The words are out before you can censor them, and they taste like freedom on your tongue. "I don't care about any of that other stuff. I just want to be with you, Elsa. To love you, however we can." Your voice breaks slightly at the end, raw emotion threatening to spill out unchecked.

Her lips part in a soft gasp, her breath catching as she absorbs your words. She blinks back tears, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat before shrugging off her damp bra and letting it fall to the bed. Naked now but for a pair of lacy thong panties, she climbs onto the mattress and crawls toward you on all fours. "Then

Her eyes well up with tears as you confess your longing and loyalty to her, and she blinks rapidly to keep them at bay. "Oh, Raulong," she whispers softly, reaching out to brush a tear from your cheek before cupping your face in her hands. "I've been so selfish... I never thought about how much it might hurt you." Her fingers trail down your neck, over your chest, and lower still until they find purchase on the fly of your pants. With a gentle tug, she pushes them down past your hips, freeing your cock to spring eagerly forward.

"I want this," she says quietly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "I've always wanted this." And then, before you can fully process what she means, she lowers herself onto your erection with a groan, her body engulfing yours in

Her hands claw at your sheets as she rides you, her body arching up into each thrust, the tight heat of her channel surrounding and massaging your cock with perfect rhythm. Her cries mingle with yours as they both build toward their release, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate for completion. With a throaty moan that vibrates against your skin, she comes apart beneath you, her body going rigid and trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles clench tight around your cock, drawing out every last drop of release until finally she collapses forward onto the bed, spent and satisfied. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath before looking up at you with dazed eyes. "Oh my God," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible."

With gentle hands, she pushes herself up to rest on her elb

Her breath catches as your lips meet hers, and she kisses you back with equal fervor, their tongues dancing and dueling in a sensual battle for dominance. Her hands slide up your chest, tracing lazy circles over your nipples before wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer still. She moans into the kiss, her body arching beneath yours in time with each thrust of your hips. "God, Raulong," she gasps as pleasure washes over her once more, "I love how we fit together... how right this feels..." Her voice trails off into a soft whimper as you thrust harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to another shattering climax.