Just as he was about to spill over her eager tongue, she pulled back, licking her lips and gazing up at him with a wicked smile. “No coming yet, little boy. Mommy’s not done playing with you yet.”
Ariya rose to her feet, her eyes glinting with sadistic amusement as she unclasped her bra, freeing her magnificent breasts. “It’s time for the main event,” she purred, reaching for the bottle of massage oil on the nightstand.
She drizzled the warm liquid onto Kenji’s chest, her hands gliding over his skin as she worked the oil into his muscles. Her fingers danced across his nipples, pinching and tugging until they were hard, aching nubs.
As her massage reached new heights of intimacy, Ariya leaned over, her heavy breasts brushing against his chest as she captured his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue delved into his mouth, twining with his as she stroked his cock once more, bringing him to the edge of climax yet again.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Ariya broke the kiss and began to straddle him, her dripping sex hovering just out of reach. “Tell me how much you want it, Kenji,” she commanded, her voice low and husky. ” Beg me to ride you, to fill you up with Mommy’s love.”
Gasping and panting, Kenji could only whimper his pleas, the words tumbling from his lips in a desperate litany of desire. “Please, Mommy… I need you… I want to feel you inside me…”
Ariya’s cruel smile widened, and she slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing length, taking him inch by delicious inch into her wet, clinging heat. “That’s right, baby… take Mommy deep… feel every inch of me…”
As she rode him, Ariya’s breasts swayed hypnotically above him, her whimpers and moans mingling with his cries of ecstasy. She set a languid, sensual pace, grinding her hips against his in a slow, deliberate dance of pleasure and control.
Kenji’s fingers dug into her hips, his body tensing as the pressure built within him. But Ariya was relentless, riding him with a skill born of experience, denying him the release he so desperately craved.
Finally, as the tension reached its breaking point, Ariya leaned forward, her breasts mashing against Kenji’s chest as she ground her hips in a frantic rhythm. “Now, Kenji… give it to me… fill Mommy up with your cum…”
With a hoarse cry, Kenji’s body convulsed, his orgasm exploding through him in waves of intense pleasure. Ariya’s walls clenched around him, milking every drop of his essence as she rode him through the aftershocks, her own climax cresting and crashing over her.
As they collapsed together, panting and spent, Ariya traced loving patterns on Kenji’s skin, purring contentedly. “That was just the beginning, my sweet boy,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his ravaged senses. “Mommy has so much more in store for you…”