The bedroom in Miss Elizabeth's sprawling mansion was a quiet, intimate sanctuary, its soft glow from the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the silk sheets, the faint scent of lavender and polished oak mingling with Elizabeth's jasmine-spiced perfume.
"There's nothing to think about, Ezra, my boy," Elizabeth whispered, her voice sultry and low, her eyes glinting with mischief as she rubbed her pussy against my dick, her slick folds gliding over me, feeling it harden beneath her. The sensation sent a jolt through my body, my heart racing as her warmth enveloped me, her boobs pressing tighter against my chest.
"Ahmm… Elizabeth…" I moaned, my voice shaky, my hands instinctively reaching for her hips, but she was faster, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head, her grip firm but playful, her naked body hovering over mine.
