We walked down the short hallway to Delilah's bedroom. The second we crossed the threshold, I shut the door behind us.

Delilah didn't waste a second. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sundress and shimmied it up over her hips, letting the fabric bunch at her waist. Her panties followed—simple black lace, already soaked. She stepped out of them, kicked them aside, and turned to face me, hands on her hips, legs slightly spread.

"Come and fuck me, Evan," she said, voice low and hungry. "Let's see if those things you said in the penthouse were true."

I smirked, already reaching for my zipper. My cock sprang free, hard and ready, still slick from breakfast. "Oh, you have no idea how real they were."

I grabbed Delilah by the thighs, fingers sinking into soft, warm flesh, and hoisted her clean off the floor. She gasped, legs snapping around my waist, arms looping tight around my neck as I slammed her back against the wall. The impact rattled a framed photo beside us.

Our mouths collided—hungry, desperate, tongues tangling, teeth scraping. She tasted like coffee, syrup, and raw need.

One hand gripped her ass, the other guided my shaft to her entrance. She was soaked, dripping down her thighs. I didn't tease—just lined up and drove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Delilah's head thunked back against the wall, a sharp cry ripping from her throat before she bit her lip. Her pussy clamped around me, hot, swollen, greedy.

"Fuck," I growled against her neck, pulling out slow only to slam back in, balls slapping her ass. "Pregnant and still begging for my cock while your daughter's ten feet away."

"Yes," she hissed, hips grinding down to meet me, nails raking my shoulders. "Fuck me, Evan. Breed me with Ivy right there."

I set a punishing rhythm—hard, fast, relentless. The wall shook with every thrust. I clamped one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

"Quiet," I snarled. "You want Ivy to hear her mommy getting railed? Hear you screaming while I fill this pregnant cunt?"

She shook her head frantically, eyes rolling back, muffled whimpers vibrating against my palm. Her walls fluttered around me, already close.

From the kitchen, Ivy's voice drifted down the hall, casual as ever. "Mom? You guys find the problem yet?"

Delilah's pussy clenched so hard I saw stars. I slowed just enough to let her answer, grinding deep, cock buried to the root.

"Y-yeah, honey," she called, voice trembling, breath hitching with every subtle roll of my hips. "Just… just a loose cable. Evan's… fixing it real good."

I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit. She whimpered into my hand, legs tightening around my waist.

"Cool," Ivy said, clinking dishes. "We buying a new computer or what? That thing's ancient."

I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, balls slapping loud enough I prayed the running water drowned it out.

"M-maybe," she gasped, voice cracking as I hit that spot inside her again. "We'll… talk later—oh fuck—"

I leaned in, teeth grazing her ear. "Tell her the truth, Delilah. Tell her your pregnant pussy's stuffed full of my cock right now. Tell her I'm breeding you while she scrubs plates."

She sobbed, shaking her head, but her hips rolled harder, chasing every thrust. Her walls fluttered wildly.

Ivy again, closer to the hallway now: "You okay in there? Sounds like you're moving furniture or something."

Delilah was teetering on the edge. I could feel it—her pussy pulsing, thighs shaking.

"Fine!" she managed, voice breaking into a squeak as I pounded harder. "Just… dropped something heavy. Be out soon!"

I sped up, one hand under her ass holding her weight, the other sliding between us to rub her clit in tight, frantic circles. The risk, the sound of Ivy's footsteps padding closer, the way Delilah's body trembled—it was too much.

"Cum for me," I growled low in her ear. "Cum while your daughter's humming in the kitchen, clueless that I'm pumping another load into her pregnant mom."

Delilah shattered.

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting hard around my cock, soaking my shaft, dripping down my balls and onto the carpet. She screamed into my hand, body convulsing, legs kicking against my back, nails carving red lines down my neck.

I followed seconds later—buried to the hilt, cock jerking as I flooded her. Thick, endless ropes painted her walls, filling her swollen, pregnant pussy with another hot load. I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside.

"Take it," I rasped against her neck. "Take every fucking drop… oh, yeah."

She milked me dry, trembling.

I lowered her slowly, legs shaking as her feet touched the floor. My cock slipped out with a wet, filthy sound. Cum immediately leaked down her thighs in thick rivulets, pooling at her feet.

Delilah leaned against the wall, panting, her sundress hiked up around her waist, pussy glistening, swollen, dripping with me.

From the kitchen: "Mom? You alive in there?"

She swallowed hard, voice hoarse but steady. "Y-yes, honey."

"One more round," I said, voice low, cock already stirring again.

Delilah smirked, wiping a bead of cum from her thigh. "You hungry pervert."

I lay back on the bed, propping myself on my elbows. "Give me a titjob."

She exhaled, half-laugh, half-groan, and crouched between my legs. Her sundress was still bunched at her waist, tits heavy and full, nipples hard. She cupped them, squeezed my cock between the soft, warm flesh, and started moving—slow, deliberate strokes that made my head fall back.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned. Her skin was silk, tits bouncing with each pump, the valley between them slick with leftover cum and her own juices. She leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lap at the head every time it emerged from her cleavage—wet, teasing circles around the slit, tasting the pre-cum beading there.

"Like that?" she murmured, voice husky. "Your cock looks so good between my pregnant tits."

I thrust up into the tight channel, hips rolling. "Lick it again. Suck the tip."

She obeyed, lips sealing around the head on the next upstroke, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. Then she released with a pop and slid back down, tits squeezing tighter, faster. The room filled with wet, rhythmic sounds—skin on skin, her soft moans, my ragged breaths.

She varied the pace—slow, torturous glides that made me growl, then quick, frantic pumps that had her tits jiggling wildly. Every time my cockhead peeked out, she licked, sucked, or spat on it, keeping everything slick. Her nipples dragged against my thighs, hard and sensitive, and she whimpered when I reached down to pinch one.

"God, you're gonna make me cum all over these tits," I rasped.

"Do it," she whispered, eyes locked on mine. "Paint me, Evan. Mark your pregnant slut—"

The door handle rattled.

"Mom? You seen the hair dryer?" Ivy's voice, right outside.

Delilah froze, eyes wide. My cock throbbed between her tits, inches from her lips.

I surged up, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her to her feet. Spun her around, planted her palms on the door. Her dress flipped up over her ass, cum still dripping down her legs.

I kicked her feet apart, lined up, and slammed back into her pussy from behind—standing doggy, her body pressed to the door, my hand over her mouth again.

"Delilah," I growled in her ear, thrusting hard. "Answer her. Tell her you're busy getting fucked."

I didn't wait. I lined up and slid back into her in one smooth, deep thrust, her slick heat swallowing me whole. Delilah's palms flattened against the door, a soft gasp escaping before I covered her mouth with my hand—gentle but firm.

"Shh, Delilah," I whispered against her ear, hips rolling slow, savoring every inch. "I've got you. Just feel me."

She melted against the door, pussy fluttering around me, still swollen and dripping from the last round. I kept the rhythm steady—deep, claiming strokes that made her breath hitch in tiny, stifled moans.

"Hey, Mom? Can you help me?" Ivy said from the hallway. Shit, she was close.

Delilah's eyes snapped open, panic flashing. I slowed but didn't stop, grinding in slow circles, letting her feel every ridge.

"S-sure, honey," she called, voice trembling but warm. "What do you need?"

"Which dress should I wear?" Ivy asked. "I'd come to the hallway, but Evan's in there. Party pooper."

Delilah opened her mouth, but I thrust gently, cutting her off with a soft, "Oh—"

I reached past her, cracked the door just enough for her flushed face to peek out. My cock stayed buried deep, hips rolling in slow, lazy figure-eights, grinding against that spot that made her knees buckle.

"This one? Or this one?" Ivy asked, holding up two dresses I couldn't see.

Delilah's breath caught as I pushed in to the root, slow and full. "The… the red one, honey," she managed, voice breathy, a tiny moan slipping out before she bit her lip.

Ivy tilted her head. "You good, Mom? You sound… winded."

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Tell her you're perfect. Tell her while I'm filling you up, slow and deep, right under her nose."

"Of course, honey," Delilah said, voice trembling with effort. "Just… helping Evan with something heavy."

"Mm, alright. Are you really okay?"

"I'm gonna…" I whispered. "Fuck… ah… cumming, cumming, cumming…"

I thrust slow and deep, cock swelling. The pressure built—hot, inevitable. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in as I came—thick, pulsing ropes flooding her pussy, coating her walls, marking her from the inside. Delilah's forehead pressed to the door, I could feel her pussy clenching down on me like crazy. Pleasure 20… fuck. I could even make her cum while she was talking with her daughter.

"Yeah, honey," she whispered, eyes fluttering shut, "that's… that's perfect."

Ivy blinked. "What's perfect? I asked if you were okay."

"Oh—yeah, yeah," Delilah said quickly, voice soft and dreamy as I gave one last slow thrust, milking the final drops. "Totally fine, sweetheart."

"A-alright… well, whatever. I'll wear the red one, I guess. Thanks, Mom."

"Anytime, honey."

Delilah eased the door shut, locked it with a soft click, and sagged against it, chest heaving, nerves electric. Cum leaked down her thighs in slow, warm rivulets.

I pulled out gently, tucked myself away, then grabbed her trembling hand and pressed it to my chest—my heart racing like I'd run a marathon.

"That was incredible," I whispered, voice rough with awe. "Look how I was fucking excited!"

"God, that was insane," she breathed, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling up. "We almost—Evan, my heart's going to explode."

I kissed her knuckles, then her wrist, then her lips—soft, reverent. "Worth every second. Now get dressed. I'll help you clean up before she suspects a thing."

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Delilah

EXP Gained: +261

Star Rating: 4.8 ★★★★

Reason: -

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