Stand up for him

"Alright, that's a little much isn't it?"

The driver looks at you with his sheepish face, as if he's pleading for you not to intervene.

Adele laughs. Anja smiles as well, and says something in German.

"Do not concern yourself with such things." she says, her smile shifting slightly. There is a devilish look in her eyes.

She says something German to Anja, who nods. Adele follows the driver upstairs.

You take a moment to rest, sitting on a wooden chair. Most of this house's furniture seems to be wooden. There's no TV in the living room either.

Suddenly, you hear sounds. Sounds of hitting, of yelling in German. Then finally, vigorous clapping.

"Is she-" you look for Anja, but you don't see her.

You feel hands, rubbing the back of your shoulders, and working their way down your chest. You look up to see her smiling, sultry. Her hands work their way down to your pants. She moves slowly, her face closer as she unzips your jeans and works her hand into your boxers, grasping your hardening rod.

"I-"

She puts a finger on your lips. Hers wrap around the head of your cock, her tongue flicking and lightly licking it. The wet tip slowly slides around, moving in circles where the head meets the shaft. You grab the chair's armrest, squeezing it as your body stretches with pleasure. Her eyes look up at you, with the same devilish expression as her Mother's.

You're so close.

She stops, pulling her mouth off of your cock. Her grip loosens as she watches your cock slap against your stomach.

You hear a man scream as if his soul is leaving his body.

She says something in German, laughing.

"Do you know any English?"

She doesn't respond. Her hand raps around your cock, stroking it slowly as her mouth once again goes around the tip. You reach to grab her boobs, but she slaps your hand away. Her eyes give a "no" type signal, and she shakes her finger. You guess they're off limits.

This slow stimulation feels good, but you feel the need to cum. To fill her mouth.

"Please" you say. You make a prayer symbol with your hands. She rolls her eyes, but speeds up. Her hand frantically moving, and her head bobbing down lower and lower. Her other hand moves up, sneaking up your shirt until it reaches your nipples. She rolls them with her hands.

This pushes you over the head. You grit your teeth from the pleasure, shouting "fuck" as you flood her mouth with cum. She keeps sucking, swallowing every drop as you shiver and shake with pleasure.

She gets back up, moving back to her perch. Ignoring you as she reads through her book.