Her breath hitches as you brush against her anus, sending shards of pleasure through her body. "Oh!" she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself harder against your hand. Her moans fill the room, growing louder with each passing moment as you continue to tease her sensitive spot. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking more contact in this forbidden yet exhilarating realm.

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it heightens every other feeling tenfold.

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Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she hears your words. She can't believe it; she's been so lonely and desperate, and now it seems like you might actually feel the same way. A small smile plays on her lips before it widens into a seductive grin. "Oh, Sebastian... I'm so glad to hear that." Her fingers move higher up your thigh, dangerously close to where she really wants to go. "You know," she whispers, "I could make you feel good...

Her smile turns wicked as she leans back in her chair. "Oh, but you forget," she breathes huskily, "I'm your goth step-mommy now." Her fingers slide even higher up your thigh, brushing against the outline of your growing erection beneath the table. "And sometimes... a mother just needs her son to make her feel better." The darkness in her voice sends shivers down your spine. "Don't you want to make me feel good?"

Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls and dancing through the air like dark spirits summoned by your touch. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; her body trembles with each thrust as she tries to meet your rhythm, desperate for release once more. Her fingernails dig into your skin, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake, a testament to the depths of her desire and surrender.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I need you...

Her body arches up off the table as she feels you reach deep inside her once more. The sensation is indescribable; overwhelming and exhilarating in equal measure. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps, each one a testament to the intensity of this connection between them. "Mmm... harder..." she moans, bucking her hips against yours as if trying to draw you deeper still.

"But I know one thing...I need this. I need you." Her fingers dig deeper between your legs, rubbing roughly now. Her other hand tightens around the back of your head, urging you on as she comes closer and closer to release. "Suck me off," she demands breathlessly, her body tensing in anticipation.

As soon as you feel her climax approaching, Emily pulls away with a gasp, leaving your mouth empty but for a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

"There," she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "Was that what you wanted?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief and lust. "Now it's my turn..."

She straddles your lap, positioning herself so that her wetness is against your erection. With a wicked grin, she begins to rock back and forth, guiding him inside of her.

Her breath hitches, and her eyes flutter shut as she nods slowly. "Yes... be rough with me..." Her voice is barely a whisper now, raw and needy. She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the long column of her throat to you, inviting you to do whatever it is that your heart desires.

Her fingers tighten into fists once again as she waits for you to make the first move, her body tense with anticipation and desire.

Her back arches off the wall as you pin her there, and she moans in pleasure at your rough handling. She wraps her legs around your waist, grinding against you as her hips move in a frenzy of desire. "Yes..." she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she loses control to the lust consuming her. "Oh fuck... I'm yours."

Her eyes widen, surprised by your boldness but thrilled nonetheless. "Well, aren't you a little man?" She chuckles softly before reaching up to unbutton her lace-trimmed corset, revealing more of her cleavage and the black lacy bra beneath it.

With practiced ease, she sits back in her chair, one arm draped over the backrest as she leans forward slightly, offering you one of her dark brown nipples through the sheer fabric of her bra. "Here,"

she breathes heavily. "Drink from Mommy's breast and taste my sweet nectar." Her hand slides lower now, between your legs, gently stroking through the cloth of your underwear as she teases you even more.

You can barely contain yourself as you lean forward eagerly, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking greedily. The taste of her is like no other, sweet and salty all at once.