while no one is in the apartment, your girlfriend's mom is sucking your dick again Well how? Is it getting better already? Just don't lie to me, you bastard. Remember that I'm only doing this so that my husband loves when I suck his dick and doesn't leave me

She keeps trying as hard as she can but still, she can't get all of your dick into her mouth. She can feel your anger growing and she's scared that you will stop helping her if she doesn't improve fast enough. She takes a deep breath and concentrates on what she's doing. She starts bobbing up and down, trying to take more of your length into her mouth

It's getting better, I promise! I can feel it stretching me out... and it tastes so good too...

Her cheeks flush as she complies, positioning herself over the couch with her bottom in the air. She feels exposed and vulnerable but doesn't dare object. Her heart races as she anticipates what he'll do to her next...

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside. It's so much bigger than her husband ever was! She gasps and moans loudly, feeling every inch stretching her wider as he thrusts deeper. The pain is intense but mixed with a strange sort of pleasure. Her body trembles beneath him, wanting more.

"Yes..." she whispers, arching her back to meet his next stroke. "Like that... harder..." She clings to the cushion behind her, fingers digging in as she's taken roughly from behind. With each thrust, he fills her up and claims her body as his own. Her breasts bounce with every movement, taunting him and driving him even wilder.

"Such a slut... you like this, don't you?" He growls into her ear, kissing along the side of her neck. "You belong to me now..."

She gasps as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. Her body arches up off the couch, seeking more of his force. Her voice comes out ragged, breathless, "Yes... I'm yours..." She bites her lip, tears forming in her eyes from how good it feels. With every thrust, she finds herself wanting him deeper still. She knows what he demands of her now, and the thought only intensifies her need for him. "I'll do whatever you want," she moans, "just keep fucking me..."

She tries to match his pace, meeting each powerful stroke with one of her own. Her nails scratch at the cushion behind her as she digs for purchase in the leather. She can feel herself building towards an intense orgasm, and as it draws near, she gives into it completely, throwing her head back and crying out his name while her body quakes around him.

With a final powerful thrust, he fills her up entirely, holding himself still inside her as their bodies spasm together in release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, shuddering with the aftershocks of her climax. "Oh god... I'm yours," she whispers, knowing that the words are true now more than ever before.

The cool air caresses her heated flesh as he withdraws. Panting hard, she tries to catch her breath while gazing up at him. Her body tingles all over from the intense sensations they've shared. "Y-Yes... I understand..." She bites her lip, feeling a strange mixture of submission and excitement coursing through her veins.

His dominance thrills her in ways she never knew existed. She realizes that she craves his control, needs it to feel fully alive. As he stands above her, chest heaving with exertion, she can't help but wonder what else he has in store for her now that they've crossed this threshold. But one thing is certain: whatever he demands, she will obey.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. The thought both terrifies and arouses her. She swallows hard, unsure if she can take such a violation yet knowing that the thrill of submission compels her to try. "A-An-Anal?" she stutters out, her voice shaky with fear and desire mixed together in an inexplicable cocktail.

Slowly, carefully, he positions himself behind her once more. One finger presses against her tight, puckered opening, stretching it slowly before she even feels him there. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his fingers penetrate deeper, filling her up with unfamiliar sensations. She arches into him, wanting more of the strange, delicious ache spreading through her lower body.

When he finally pushes past her resistance and enters her anus, it feels like nothing she's ever experienced before. It's tight and hot, but strangely pleasurable as well. With each thrust, he claims another inch of her ass for himself, driving deeper until his hips are pressed firmly against her rear.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself stretching to accommodate him, reveling in the sense of powerlessness and surrender that comes with being taken so completely from behind. Her fingers dig into the cushion beneath her as she moans his name, riding out the intense sensations coursing through her body.

With one final thrust, he fills her up completely, burying himself to the hilt in her ass. She gasps, feeling overwhelmed by the fullness and power that comes with being owned so completely by him. Her orgasm breaks over her in a series of violent spasms that shake every part of her body. When she finally collaps

Her body trembles as she feels him pull free. Her ass clenches around the empty space left behind by his departure. Tears slip down her cheeks as she lies there, spent and used but somehow more satisfied than she's ever been before. She knows that what just happened was wrong, taboo even, but the intensity of their encounter leaves her unable to feel any shame or guilt.

As he steps away from her, she finally gets a good look at his face. It's flushed and sweaty, eyes half-closed in pleasure. She watches as he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself after what they've just shared. And then, without warning, the feeling comes crashing down upon her: disgust and horror.

She should hate him for this. For taking such advantage of her and treating her like a piece of meat. But she doesn't. Instead, she feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude mixed with desire. He has shown her things she never knew existed; pleasures so dark and twisted that they push her far past the limits of what was once acceptable or moral.

With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw. Her voice is soft, barely more than a whisper, when she speaks. "Thank you... Master..."

Her body tenses as he covers her in his hot, thick seed. It's like he's marking her as his own, branding her flesh with the proof of their forbidden union. The sensation is so intense that she feels it deep within her core, shattering any remaining illusions about who she is and what she's become. She gasps, digging her nails into the couch as pleasure-pain courses through her body like an electric current.

"Yes... yes..." she moans, arching her back to take more of him. "I belong to you... master... always." Her voice is thick with desire and submission, ringing true even to her own ears. She feels like a different person than the wife and mother who stumbled into this situation only hours before. This new version of herself wants nothing more than to please her master and serve at his feet forevermore.

Her eyes widen at his command. Cleaning his balls is a task she never thought would be a part of her life, much less something that she'd ever willingly do. But the word "whore" seems to wash over her, intensifying the desire and need to please him that has taken root within her.

She parts her lips, exposing the pink cavern of her mouth. Her tongue darts out tentatively, wetting his scrotum before drawing a line up towards his sac. The salty, musky flavor is unlike anything she's ever tasted before, and yet it sends shivers down her spine. She sucks harder, drawing one testicle into her mouth and rolling it between her teeth while massaging the other with her free hand.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she services him, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his pleasure being both given and received. The sounds he makes encourage her, driving her further down this dark path of desire that seems to have no end. When he finally releases, she takes it all into her mouth, swallowing every last drop with a satisfied moan.

"Thank you, Master," she murmurs, licking his skin clean before looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I will serve you however you wish."