Softening demeanor

The last two hours.

Walter had just explained things to a potential client when a firm hand grabbed him firmly. "Hey watch it!" he shouted out in a male voice. "Then don't display such loaves of bread. So tempting to eat!" the salt-and-peppered man said before leaving. The grab had stirred something in Walter's mind and body. He glanced at Peter. He had been teasing the boy this whole trip, and minus some outbursts, Peter had been a gentleman. Even when Walter had paraded naked after the shower last night. Peter was absolutely being tortured.

"Maybe a small 'thank you' is good," Walter said after they cleaned up. He did notice that his voice had softened slightly with the attitude change. The fair was a success. Back in the car, Walter/Samus tossed Peter the keys. Confused, Peter sat in the driver's side while Samus was leaning in against him.

"You have been so good; I think a little 'thank you' is fine," she said. Her hand found his crotch, and Peter turned the keys. He was ready for this to be a prank, ready for a hail of belittling laughter. Instead, Samus massaged his dick to hardness while the boy drove to the hotel. She led him to their room, and once the door was closed, Samus stripped.

"Give me your cock," Walter's voice, a bit softer and higher, demanded. Peter pulled his cock out quickly, and Samus pushed him onto the bed before sucking on his rod with greed. From her hunger, Peter knew this was only the beginning.

Walter / Samus sucked on Peter's cock, intending to help the boy feel relief from his case of blue balls. She was the cause. But very quickly something was heating up. Samus felt her groin getting soaked and worse—it felt empty. Without removing her lips, her mind fogged over. She **** her ass into Peter's face, still clothed in its cosplay. She rubbed her scent and soaked pussy through the fabric on his face. Still, she sucked. Peter, for his part, ripped the fabric open and began his sexual feast.

"Mhmmmmm eeeeeeee"—a higher-pitched shriek came as Samus felt her pussy stimulated. This went on for several minutes. Her fire was only building—a gaping chasm that wanted something more than a tongue. Her moans continued to lose all male essence, and her movements were becoming less forceful. Finally, she released his cock and turned over. In a breathy and sensual voice now, "Fill me, Peter. Fuck me raw," she **** his hard cock into her waiting cunt.

"Aaah. Fuuuuuuaahhhh" she breathed out as she settled down, squeezing his shaft. Peter's eyes bugged out of his head, feeling her tightness. They continued for the whole night to pleasure each other, Walter seemingly disappearing with each bout. Samus getting railed by her lover.