Try out this beauty he has created

Maria’s lips were soft, her kiss hungry and insistent. Zack’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—guilt, desire, curiosity—but his body responded instinctively. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. She moaned softly, her tongue sliding against his, and Zack felt a surge of heat rush through him.

“You… so tense,” Maria murmured against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest. Her English was broken, her accent thick, but her voice was warm and inviting. “Let me… help you relax, okay?”

She pushed him down onto the couch, her body straddling his. Zack’s breath hitched as she reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin, and Zack couldn’t help but groan.

“You like, ah?” Maria teased, her voice low and husky. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You always… good boy, Zack. But now… you let loose, ah? No more shy.”

Her hands moved lower, undoing the button of his jeans and sliding down the zipper. Zack’s heart was pounding, his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear. He knew he should stop this, should push her away, but the feel of her hands on him was too much.

“Maria,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t…”

“Shh,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his. “Just… relax. Let me… take care of you, okay?”

She pulled down his underwear, freeing his cock, and Zack’s breath hitched as she wrapped her hand around him. Her touch was firm, her strokes slow and deliberate, and Zack couldn’t help but moan.

“Ah, like that, ah?” Maria purred, her eyes locked on his. “You… feel good, Zack. So good.”

She leaned down, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, and Zack’s mind went blank. Her mouth was warm, her tongue swirling around him, and Zack couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All he could do was feel.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Maria…”

She hummed softly, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine, and Zack felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hold back, to prolong the moment, but it was no use. With a strangled cry, he came, his load filling her mouth.

Maria pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Mmm… you taste… so good,” she murmured, licking her lips. “But we… not done yet, ah?”

She stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her dress. She pulled it over her head, revealing her perfect body—her full breasts, her narrow waist, her round, heart-shaped ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard, begging for attention. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. “You… take care of me now, ah?”

Zack’s breath hitched as she turned around, bending over the arm of the couch. Her ass was right there, perfect and inviting, and Zack couldn’t resist. He reached out, his hands gripping her hips, and positioned himself behind her.

“Maria,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Are you… sure?”

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire. “I… never more sure, Zack. Do it… now.”

Zack didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed into her, his cock sliding into her tight, wet heat, and they both moaned in unison. Maria’s hands gripped the arm of the couch, her back arching as Zack began to move.

“Ah… fuck,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You… feel so good, ah?”

Zack’s hands gripped her hips, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but quickly growing more urgent. Maria’s moans filled the room, her body moving in time with his, and Zack felt himself getting lost in the sensation.

“Harder,” Maria begged, her voice breathless. “Please, Zack. Fuck me… harder.”

Zack obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more ****. Maria’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him, and Zack knew she was close. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and Maria cried out, her body convulsing as she came.

“Zack!” she screamed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Oh God, Zack! Ah… ah…!”

Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and with a strangled cry, Zack came, his load filling her up. They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies tangled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Zack’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—guilt, satisfaction, curiosity—but one thought stood out above the rest: What the hell have I done?

Maria lay beside him, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She turned to him, a soft smile on her lips. “You… so good, Zack,” she murmured, her voice sleepy and content. “I… happy now.”

Zack stared at her, his heart pounding. He had the remote in his hand, the power to change everything back. But as he looked at Maria, her body glowing in the dim light, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

What have I done? he thought again, his mind racing. Before he could think about anything else, he heard the front door unlocking.