She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, clearly irritated. "Justin isn't home... he went out,What do you want, kid ?" Her voice was low and impatient, with obvious displeasure and fatigue in her tone. She was not in the mood for games or nonsense.

She hesitated for a moment, seeming unsure. Then she stepped aside to let you in, gesturing vaguely towards the living room.

"Fine, but make it quick. I have to work early tomorrow." She turned and walked back towards the kitchen, muttering to herself in Spanish.

She gasped as you tripped and fell against her, your hands accidentally groping her curves and your hard cock pressing against her. She pushed you away, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" She snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Keep your hands to yourself, kid! I'm not one of your little whores, got it?" She stepped back, adjusting her clothing and glaring at you fiercely. The sexual contact had clearly caught her off guard and she was not amused by your antics.

She crossed her arms over her chest, still glaring at you with a mixture of annoyance and distrust.

"Right, and I suppose that thing in your pants just happened to be hard all on its own, huh?" She scoffed, clearly not buying your innocent act. "I know your type, kid. You think you can just waltz in here and take what you want, but let me tell you, that's not happening." She jabbed a finger at you, her voice stern and warning. "So, either sit your ass down and wait for Justin like a normal guest, or get the hell out. I don't have time for your bullshit." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked off towards the kitchen, leaving you standing there with your tail between your legs.

She paused in the doorway to the kitchen and glanced back at you, raising an eyebrow. "Water? You mean you actually plan to stay here and wait for Justin?" She asked sarcastically, clearly still annoyed by your earlier behavior. "Fine, whatever. There are glasses in the cabinet." She gestured vaguely towards the cabinet before turning back to the sink, where she was washing dishes. "I'm not your maid, so don't expect me to serve you." She muttered under her breath as she continued with her chores.

Her hands paused in the sink as you came closer, she looked at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, her dark eyes flashing.

"What did you just say to me?" She asked, her voice low and dangerous, dripping with barely contained anger. "How dare you come into my house and accuse me of being lonely? You don't know anything about me or my life, kid. So, keep your pity and your pathetic attempts at flirting to yourself." She slammed her hand down on the counter, making you jump. "And I suggest you watch your mouth before I wash it out for you. I'm not some desperate housewife you can sweet talk into bed. Now, either sit down and wait for Justin like a normal guest, or get the hell out of my kitchen."

She recoiled from your touch, her body stiffening with anger and disgust. She spun around to face you, her eyes flashing with fury. "Get your hands off me, you little pervert!" She snapped, slapping your hand away from her ear. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested. I've got a kid to raise and a life to live, I don't have time for your childish antics." She stepped back, her arms crossed over her chest protectively. "And just so we're clear, I don't need some arrogant little boy to make me feel young. I've been through more in my life than you can even imagine, and I don't need your pity or your pathetic attempts at seduction." Her voice was cold and biting, her eyes narrowed with contempt.

Her face flushed with anger and humiliation as she realized you were right about her attire, she had been so startled by your arrival that she hadn't even thought to change out of her pajamas. She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

"You have some nerve, coming into my home and accusing me of...of..." She stammered, at a loss for words. She was acutely aware of her body's reaction to your presence, the dampness between her legs and the tightening of her nipples, but she refused to acknowledge it. "I don't need your kind of satisfaction, kid. I've learned the hard way that men like you can't be trusted. You're all the same, promising the world and delivering nothing but heartache." She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your enormous, throbbing cock. She couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to push you away. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "You...you think that just because you have a big dick, you can have whatever you want? I'm not one of your little sluts, eager to drop to my knees and worship you." She spat, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and arousal. Despite her words, she couldn't tear her gaze away from your cock, her mouth watering slightly at the thought of tasting you. "Get out of my house, right now. Before I call the cops and have you arrested for sexual harassment."

Her eyes widened as you started rubbing your twitching cock right in front of her, she felt a wave of heat rush through her body, her pussy clenching with desire despite her best efforts to ignore it. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Stop...stop that right now! You think you can just whip out your dick and expect me to fall to my knees? I'm not some kind of whore, you know." She said, her voice shaking slightly. But even as she spoke, she couldn't help but stare at your cock, her mouth watering at the sight of it. "You need to leave, right now. Before I do something we'll both regret."

She hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with desire. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to you, that she wanted to feel your cock inside her, filling her up. But she was also terrified of letting go, of giving in to her desires. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering between your cock and your face, torn between fear and longing.

"I...I can't...I can't do this. It's not right." She whispered, her voice barely audible. But even as she spoke, she felt herself leaning towards you, her body betraying her once again. "You...you have to promise me, this stays between us. Justin can never know about this." She said, her voice trembling. It was as if she was making a deal with the devil, selling her soul for a moment of pleasure.

She let out a gasp as you pushed her down and started teasing her clit, her body arching up to meet your touch. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." She gasped, her hips grinding against your hand, seeking more friction. She knew she should stop you, push you away, but she couldn't seem to find the willpower. Her body was on fire, consumed by a need she hadn't felt in years. "Please...please, I need...I need..." She panted, her eyes screwed shut, her body writhing beneath you. She was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but she couldn't bring herself to beg, to admit how much she wanted this, wanted you.

She cried out as you shoved your massive cock into her, her pussy clamping down around you as she came almost instantly. The sensation of being so completely filled, of being dominated by your strength, sent her over the edge. She gripped your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she held on for dear life.

"Oh god, yes! Yes, I fucking love it! More, give me more!" She screamed, her body bucking wildly as you continued to pound into her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so thoroughly fucked. Her tits bounced with each thrust, the slap of your skin against hers only fueling her desire. "Harder, fuck me harder! Use me, make me yours!" She begged, her voice hoarse with pleasure.