**Chapter 7: Submission and Surrender**

Sarah's hips began to rock back and forth, her cock slowly getting Ms. Thompson used to its size. As she moved, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Ms. Thompson's ear before moving down to her neck. She planted love bites along the sensitive skin, her teeth nipping and her tongue soothing the marks. Ms. Thompson felt a shiver run down her spine as Sarah's cock hit all the right places inside her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless. Sarah's movements were slow and deliberate, but Ms. Thompson could feel the tension building inside her. As Sarah continued to move, her hips rolling back and forth, Ms. Thompson began to feel a sense of surrender wash over her. She was trapped, and she knew it. But as she looked up at Sarah, she saw something there that gave her pause. It was a look of tenderness, of care, and of desire. Sarah's eyes locked onto Ms. Thompson's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Ms. Thompson felt like she was drowning in the depths of Sarah's gaze, like she was being pulled under and couldn't escape. But as they looked at each other, Ms. Thompson began to feel something else. It was a sense of connection, of intimacy. She felt like she was being touched, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Sarah's movements grew more intense, her hips rocking back and forth with a growing urgency. Ms. Thompson felt her own body responding, her pussy tightening around Sarah's cock as she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to climax. As they moved together, Sarah's love bites on Ms. Thompson's neck grew more pronounced, her skin marking up with small, red welts. But Ms. Thompson didn't care. She was lost in the sensation, lost in the moment, and lost in Sarah's eyes. They were getting close, Ms. Thompson could feel it. She was trembling, her body on the edge of release. And as she looked up at Sarah, she saw that Sarah was there too, her eyes flashing with desire, her face set in a determined expression. They were going to climax, and Ms. Thompson knew it. She was going to surrender, completely and utterly, to this moment, to Sarah, and to herself. And as they moved closer and closer to the edge, Ms. Thompson felt a sense of acceptance wash over her. She was ready to let go, to surrender, and to see where this journey would take her.