"You want my mouth, don’t you?" She whispered, her lips brushing the head, her breath hot, making shudder. "You want to suck this big cock..." Her fingers stroked faster, harder, making my hips buck. "To choke on it..."
"Y-Yes..." I groaned, my cock pulsing in her hand, my body trembling with need.
Jennifer chuckled, dark, mocking, her tongue flicking over the head, tasting , tornting . "Not yet," she hissed, her fingers squeezing my cock, making gasp. "You don’t get to cum until I say so."
She pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, dark, dangerous, in control. "Now..." She purred, her fingers stroking slowly, teasingly, making gasp. "Kneel."
I hesitated, my pride warring with my lust, but my cock ached, begging for her touch, her mouth, her cunt.
Jennifer’s eyes darkened, hungry, sadistic. "I said, kneel," she growled, her fingers tightening around my cock, making hiss.
I dropped to my knees, my cock throbbing in her grip, my mind racing with filthy images of fucking her hard, making her scream my na.
Jennifer’s smirk deepened, her eyes locked onto mine—dark, hungry, in complete fucking control. "Good boy," she purred, her voice a slutty taunt, her fingers still stroking my throbbing cock, making gasp, my knees weak with need.
"Now..." Her voice dropped into a cruel, dangerous command, her lips curling with sadistic pleasure. "Let’s see how long you can last..."
Before I could react, she shifted closer, her body pressing against mine, her nightgown rustling as she knelt in front of . Then—
She grabbed my cock, guiding it between her thighs, the heat of her pussy seeping through the thin fabric of her gown, soaking my cock in her wetness.
"Mmm..." She moaned, her voice a filthy whisper, her thighs clamping around my cock, trapping it in the slick, tight valley of her legs. "Feel that, pervert?" Her hips rolled, grinding her pussy against my cock, the fabric of her gown clinging to her dripping cunt, making a wet, obscene sound with every movent.
I groaned, my cock pulsing between her thighs, my mind flooding with images of tearing her gown off, shoving her onto the floor, and fucking her raw until she scread.
"F-Fuck..." I hissed, my fingers clawing at the sofa, my body trembling with restraint.
Jennifer chuckled, low, mocking, her thighs tightening around my cock, making gasp. "You like that, don’t you?" Her voice was a slutty taunt, her hips rolling faster, harder, grinding her pussy against my cock, soaking in her juices.
"You like being trapped between my thighs..." Her fingers pinched my nipples through my t-shirt, twisting, making hiss in pain and pleasure.
"Aaaah—! Fuck—!" I groaned, my cock throbbing between her thighs, my body aching for release.
"Shhh..." She purred, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a dark whisper. "You don’t get to cum yet." Her thighs clenched tighter, trapping my cock in a vice, her pussy dripping through the fabric, coating my cock in her wetness. "Not until I say so."
Her free hand slid up my chest, her nails dragging over my nipples, pinching, twisting, making gasp. "You want to fuck , don’t you?" Her voice was a filthy taunt, her hips rolling, grinding her pussy against my cock, making see stars. "You want to fill my tight cunt with your cum..."
"Y-Yes—! Please!" I groaned, my cock pulsing violently between her thighs, my mind flooded with filthy images of flipping her over, ripping that nightgown off, and fucking her raw until she scread my na. My hands shot forward, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against —
SMACK!
Jennifer’s hand lashed out, slapping my wrists away with a sharp, stinging force. "How dare you touch with your filthy hands!" she hissed, her voice venomous, arrogant, her eyes burning with fake disgust.
This bitch.
I pulled my hands back, my fingers clenching into fists, my mind racing. Fine. If she wanted to play this ga—if she wanted to pretend she was in control—
I’d ruin her for it.
Jennifer’s lips curled into a smirk, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Don’t move your hands or feet," she commanded, her thighs clenching tighter around my cock, grinding her pussy against , soaking my cock in her juices.
Then—
"Tell ," she purred, her voice a slutty taunt, her fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting into my skin. "Who’s better...?" Her hips rolled, teasing, tornting. "... or my daughter?"
I didn’t hesitate.
"You, Mother-in-Law," I growled, my voice rough, honest, my eyes locked onto hers, dark, hungry. "You’re better."
Jennifer’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling around my cock, her voice dropping into a dark, needy whisper. "What do you like..." Her fingers traced my chest, teasing, taunting. "About this old body...?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a filthy confession. "Everything." My tongue flicked over the shell of her ear, making her shudder. "Your sll..." My hand hovered over her tits, not touching, just teasing. "Your tits..." My voice dropped, guttural, hungry. "And your ass..."
Jennifer’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as her thighs clenched harder around my cock. "You’re really a pervert," she hissed, but her voice was breathy, slutty, betraying her words.
Then—
Her hand snapped down, gripping my balls in a vice, her fingers clenching tight, making hiss in pain and pleasure.
"Tell ," she demanded, her voice cruel, dangerous, her eyes burning into mine. "Have you masturbated..." Her fingers twisted, squeezing, making gasp. "Thinking about your mother-in-law?"
I swallowed, my cock throbbing between her thighs, my mind racing.
"No," I lied, my voice steady, but my eyes darkened, hungry, honest.
Jennifer’s grip tightened, her nails digging into my skin, her voice a snarl. "But...?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a filthy confession, raw, unapologetic.
"But every ti..." My voice was a growl, rough, dark. "I’m with Emily..." My tongue traced the rim of her ear, making her shiver. "I can’t help but think of you, Mother-in-Law."
Jennifer’s breath caught, her thighs trembling around my cock, her pussy dripping through the fabric, soaking my cock. Her fingers loosened on my balls, her grip shifting from pain to pleasure, rolling them gently, making groan.
"Y-You..." Her voice was a whisper, broken, slutty, her pride crumbling under the weight of her lust. "You filthy bastard..."
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