Her thighs clamped my skull like a guillotine made of velvet and desperation, mature pussy spasming rhythmically around the two fingers still knuckle-deep inside her, walls rippling in frantic, starving pulses while my tongue kept whipping her clit in merciless little flicks.
She was locked at the razor's edge—body rigid, breath fracturing into high, broken sobs, hips grinding down with animal desperation like sheer willpower could bully her orgasm into existence.
Then the proud CEO shattered.
"Eros… Peter..." Her voice cracked both my names—high, wrecked, pleading—fingers ripping at my hair until tears pricked my eyes from the sting. "Can you… give it to me today? Please… Eros—please—give your cock to your new forbidden mommy—"
I pulled my mouth away just enough to speak directly against her drenched, swollen folds—lips grazing her pulsing clit, hot breath washing over soaked skin like psychological warfare.
