My world had shrunk to this room, to the sight of her body rocking beneath my thrusts, to her moans and cries shattering the silence.
I was completely unaware that somewhere out there, someone was plotting my murder, fueled by pure hatred. My mind was consumed by a single, burning goal: to satisfy this raging desire for my stepmother.
"Ahh! Nngh...! " Delilah cried out, her voice hoarse and broken, as I drove into her even deeper.
"Take it... Mom... take all of me!" I growled, my hands gripping the plump curves of her hips, now marked with red handprints.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SCHLAP!
The wet slap of our skin colliding, slick with sweat and her own juices, echoed through the room like a lewd, endless rhythm. Each hard thrust shoved her body forward on the damp, tangled sheets. The smell of sex—a mix of sweat, her arousal, and my own release—hung thick in the air, assaulting the senses.
[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 78 (+2)]
[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 80 (+2)]
