consoling Sharon
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Sharon gathered her hair into a ponytail, making her work easier. She knelt before me, her eyes locked with mine as she gently took hold of my joystick.
I couldn't help but smile broadly as she expertly managed the task, sending a surge of excitement through me. My time of solitude was finally over. I gently pulled her hair back and guided myself deep into her mouth. She gagged as my entire length was enveloped by her.
I relaxed my grip, allowing her to find her rhythm, moving her head up and down my shaft. My hands were active—one supporting her head, the other gently massaging her perky breasts, feeling her n*****s harden under my touch.
She skillfully licked the tip, sending waves of pleasure through my mind as she rhythmically stroked my shaft.
"Your ex-boyfriend lost something special," I remarked, envisioning what it would be like to be with her. "Ohh," the intensity of the pleasure caused an involuntary moan to slip out.
A few minutes later, "I'm coming," I groaned, as I released into her mouth, and she swallowed everything, not letting a single drop escape.
She cleaned me with her tongue, then turned to grip the nightstand, lifting her rear into the air, ready for what was to come. I quickly moved her panties aside and took a moment to admire the sight of her perfectly shaved area.
I knelt down behind her, spreading her cheeks with both hands, and buried my face into her ample posterior. My tongue traced around her anus before making its way to her moist v****a.
My tongue darted between her folds, causing her to throw her head back with a loud moan as I explored her with fervor.
Uncomfortable with the angle, I turned her over and laid her on the bed. Her eyes were full of longing as I continued, eagerly lapping at her like a cat with a bowl of milk.
"Ahhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" She gripped my head tightly, her body tensing as she climaxed, flooding my mouth with her release. I savored the sweet taste on my lips before diving back in to continue.
I slurped hard, drawing both of her p***y lips into my mouth with my teeth, making her climax once more.
"My work here is done," I said, standing up from the bed, ready to leave. But she pulled me back into a long, passionate kiss. She broke the kiss and gazed deeply into my eyes with a look of longing. "Jake, I want you now," she whispered.
"They would be expecting us at the dining hall, Sharon. Please get dressed and make yourself available," I said, ignoring her pleading gaze.
"A quickie would be okay," she protested, her eyes drifting to my erection.
"Okay, let's do it this way. We'll do it tonight, when everyone is fast asleep... How about that? You should know the consequences if we get caught," I said, trying to persuade her.
She nodded, then hesitantly entered the bathroom to freshen up. I also exited the room and made my way to mine. I hadn't walked five steps before I stood rooted to the ground, shocked beyond words.
I saw Betty, my uncle's wife, standing by the door to their room, frantically trying to open it. She was there in full glory, her private areas barely concealed by her see-through lace bra and panties.
She turned when she noticed my presence and smiled at me, her cheeks burning as she waved, "Hi, Jake.”
Her giant breasts seemed to strain against the confines of her lace lingerie, the red fabric barely concealing the dark areola of her n****e. Through the sheer material, her perfectly shaped mounds were tantalizingly visible, like forbidden fruit begging to be tasted.
My softened shaft, which had been lulled into dormancy by Sharon's gentle pampering , sprang back to life, my imagination ticking like a clock. In my mind, I had already explored every curve in 70 different, increasingly wild positions.
“Sorry, Jake,” she whispered, her voice a siren's call pulling me from my reverie. “Can you please help me with the spare key? I locked myself out.”
Her words snapped me back to reality, the fantasy dissolving like morning mist. The scent of her perfume, something woody and intoxicating, mingled with the cool air, grounding me. I glanced at her, her eyes a mix of mischief and urgency. The key she needed was just a few feet away, but the short distance felt like a chasm between my fantasies and the tangible world.
"Give me a second," I managed to say, my voice hoarse, betraying my inner turmoil as I moved to fetch the key.
One thing kept nagging at me: how the hell had she locked herself out? And what was she doing outside her room dressed like that? The image of her in that sexy lingerie, standing in the hallway, was both bewildering and provocative.
I quickly dashed to my room to grab the spare key and returned, my steps echoing in the quiet corridor. I unlocked the door for her, and she whispered a soft "thank you," her eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something unspoken. My gaze lingered on her as she gracefully slipped back into her room, the lace of her lingerie catching the light from the hallway.
Just as I was about to turn away, her door creaked open again, and she peeked out. "Jake!" she called, her voice low but clear. "Can you guys keep it down when you come down in the evening? The walls here are thin; it'll disturb my husband's and my rest." Her mouth curled into a sly smile, the implication hanging in the air like a mist.
I paused, my eyes widening in shock as I processed what she was insinuating.
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