Bathing With Isabella Part 3 (R-18)

Adrian's pace quickened, each thrust deliberate, filled with a primal intensity that echoed through the tight space around them.

Isabella's moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with the sound of pure desire.

Her hips eagerly met his with each thrust, her entire body surrendering to the heat and pleasure building between them.

The soft splashes of water and her breathless cries formed a symphony that reverberated off the walls of the bath.

Her back arched further, pushing her curves against him as her hands gripped the wall for support.

"Adrian, Ahh...I missed...this...Ah...Yes...Ah....Yes...More...More...Adrian" she gasped, her voice trembling and breathless, her body quaking with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Adrian could feel the tension mounting inside her, the way her body responded, tightening with every movement.

The sight of his mother lost in pleasure only made him more excited. He pounded her with even more intensity.

"Ah...Mom...You are too...beautiful...too perfect.", Adrian groaned, his voice, filled with lust and possessive tone.

His hands tightened on her body, one holding down to her hip possessively , pulling her even closer, while the other hand moved up to cup her breast.

His fingers grazed the soft curve, teasing her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp, needy moan from Isabella.

The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her, causing her to moan louder, her voice cracking with need.

Her hips bucked instinctively, driving him deeper inside her as her hands pressed harder against the wall, bracing against the intensity.

Adrian leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with desire, "I love...watching you...feeling good...like this Mom ."

His breath was hot against her skin, and the deliberate squeeze of her breast made her body tremble in response.

Isabella whimpered, her body nearly giving out under the overwhelming pleasure. She moaned his name, breathless and trembling, her mind lost in the heat of his hands on her, his cock filling her completely.

Her breathing came in quick, shallow bursts as she hovered on the edge, ready to fall into bliss—but Adrian held her there, his steady control keeping her from tumbling over the edge, drawing out every moment.

His hands on her, his body against hers, the sound of her moans—it all spurred him on.

Adrian's muscles tensed, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers. He could feel the end drawing near, the tension building inside him, threatening to burst.

In a strained voice, thick with lust and authority, Adrian finally spoke. "Mom, I'm about to cum… Turn around, Mom."

The command in his voice sent a shiver through Isabella. She hesitated only for a moment, her body trembling at his words, but quickly obeyed.

She pulled away from him, her movements fluid as she turned around to face him. Her eyes, filled with desire, met his as she slowly knelt on the bathtub, before him, her body still flushed from their passionate encounter.

Adrian's hand moved to her face, his fingers tracing her cheek as his cock remained hard before her. He gently guided her, his voice husky as he said, "I want you cum all over your face mom. I want to mark you as mine and only mine."

Isabella's eyes gleamed with understanding. If that's what her darling wanted, she would fulfill all his wish.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against his cock as her hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly.

Adrian groaned, his muscles tensing as her touch sent shocks of pleasure through him.

He could feel the pressure building inside him, his release just moments away. His hands threaded through her hair, gently guiding her face closer to him.

"I am cumming, take it all Mom," he whispered, his voice tight with anticipation.

Isabella tilted her head back slightly, her mouth open as Adrian finally gave in, pulling away just in time to release.

His cock twitched in her hand, and with a deep, guttural groan, he came, the hot streams of his semen splashing across her face, covering her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and even her hair.

Isabella closed her eyes, moaning softly as she felt the warmth of his cum on her skin.

Her hands still gripped him, her strokes slow and deliberate as she milked every last drop from him. The satisfied smile that tugged at her lips was one of pure contentment.

Adrian, his chest heaving as the intensity of the moment began to fade, looked down at her, his breath heavy.

He looked at his masterpiece, his mother, covered in his semen, all over her face, still holding his cock, gasping for breath, her chest heaving up and down.

Isabella licked her lips, savoring the taste of Adrian's release as she moved closer to him again.

Her hands gripped his cock, now slick and sensitive from their heated moment.

"Let me clean you up my darling," Isabella said as she ,without hesitation, wrapped her lips around him, her tongue teasing the tip as she began to slowly bob her head up and down.

Adrian groaned deeply, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his climax. The sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him again sent another surge of pleasure coursing through him.

Her lips glided smoothly along his shaft, her tongue swirling in tantalizing motions.

Each time she pulled back, she took a moment to stroke him with her hand before sinking back down again, her rhythm slow but steady.

Adrian couldn't help but watch her, the sight of Isabella so eagerly cleaning his cock into her mouth driving him wild.

She even managed to tease him, her eyes occasionally flicked up to meet his gaze—it was as if she was savoring every moment.

After a few more minutes, Isabella pulled back, her lips sliding off of him with a soft pop. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her hand giving his cock one last stroke as she wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"It's clean now," she said playfully, her voice low and sultry.

She licked her lips again, as if tasting him one last time, before slowly rising to her feet.