Her boobs were naked now—just the tight jeans hugging her lower half.

She was a good wife, anyone could tell—loyal, devoted, the kind who put family first. But her body had needs it wasn't shy about anymore, and it was making them known loud and clear.

"Alex…" she breathed, turning her head just enough for me to see the flush on her cheeks, eyes dark and glassy. "I'm so tense… everywhere."

When she said that, I couldn't hold back. My hands slid around from her back, cupping both heavy, bare breasts from behind—full, warm weight filling my palms perfectly. I squeezed, firm and deliberate, thumbs brushing over her nipples.

"Aaahhh—" she moaned uncontrollably, body arching hard, head falling back against my shoulder.

I squeezed harder, kneading the soft, ripe flesh, feeling them overflow my grip. She melted into me, hips grinding back against my bulge, breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Then I felt it—warm wetness on my fingers.

I pulled her fully back against my chest, tilting her to the side so I could see. Milk was leaking from her nipples—thin streams at first, then beading thick and white on the dark pink tips, dripping slow down the curves of her tits.

Fuck. She was still lactating.

The sight hit me like a drug—my cock throbbed painfully hard, pressing against her ass. Her son still drank from these; that's why she hadn't stopped. The thought made it even hotter—this good, devoted momma, body still ripe and producing, neglected for days.

I squeezed harder, focused on her nipples—pinching, rolling, tugging just enough to make more milk flow.

"Aaahhh—Alex… oh god…" she sobbed, body shaking, milk spraying lightly with every rough squeeze, coating my hands, dripping down her stomach.

She was so sensitive there—every pull drew a desperate cry, her ass grinding back against.

I squeezed her boobs like there was no tomorrow—hard, greedy, fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh, thumbs rolling her nipples rough.

Milk leaked faster, spraying lightly with every tug, coating my hands, dripping down her stomach and thighs.

The sight made me even hornier—no MILF in my apartment building was still lactating. This was a gift sent straight from heaven.

She was losing control completely—days without touch, and her body was the kind that needed to be fucked every night until it was satisfied, drained, ruined. She'd been starving, and I was the feast.

I kissed her back fully—lips hot on her skin, tongue licking every inch, tracing the curve of her spine.

I lifted one arm, exposing her shaved, smooth armpit, and dove in—licking crazy, tasting salt and her scent, biting lightly.

She broke fully—"Aaaahhh—Alex… oh god… yes…"—body thrashing, ass grinding back harder against my bulge.

I shifted to the side, mouth latching onto one nipple—sucking hard, deep pulls that made milk flood my tongue. Sweet, warm heaven.

She grabbed her own tit, guiding it to my face, lewd and desperate—"Aahh… yes, Alex… suck it… please…"—pushing more into my mouth, eyes rolling back.

I sucked harder, teeth grazing, hand pinching the other nipple until milk sprayed. She screamed from pleasure, body convulsing, pussy leaking down her thighs.

I wanted more.

I stood us both up fast—ripped off my shirt and jeans, throwing them away. She stood in front of me, upper body bare, jeans still on.

My hands went to her front—unbuttoning, unzipping those tight jeans hugging her sinful child-bearing hips and motherly ass. She helped, wiggling them down—too juicy to slide easy—kicking them off with a moan.

Now just her panty—already soaked, clinging. I hooked my fingers and yanked it down, exposing her fully.

I sat back on the sofa, pulling her between my thighs again—back to me, ass grinding bare on my throbbing cock now, nothing between us.

I held her hips tight, pressing her boobs from behind, licking and biting her neck and back while she rocked desperate, skin on skin.

She was completely lost—moaning my name, body mine to devour.

And I was just getting started.

I fondled her sinful body for what felt like forever—hands roaming everywhere, squeezing those heavy tits until milk leaked down my fingers, gripping her wide hips, slapping and spreading that juicy ass while she ground back against me, moaning like she was starving.

But I needed to be inside her.

I guided her up, hands on her waist.

She obeyed like a good slut, desperate for cock after days without. Hungry. Wild.

She climbed up, knees on the cushions on either side of me, facing away—reverse cowgirl, her back to my chest, that perfect ass right in my lap. I leaned back against the sofa, legs dangling off the edge, cock standing straight up, throbbing for her.

She reached between her legs, lining me up—head nudging her soaked entrance. She sank down slow at first, struggling with the size, a little whimper escaping as her pussy stretched wide.

"Aaahhh—Alex… so big…" she moaned, working her hips, taking me inch by inch until—with one hard drop—she buried me fully inside.

Fuck. She was tight, hot, dripping—walls clenching around me like they never wanted to let go.

Then she started riding—up and down, slow at first, then faster, ass bouncing heavy in my lap with every rise and fall. Those thick cheeks jiggled, rippling against my thighs, her back arched deep, tits swaying unseen but heavy.

I gripped her hips hard, guiding the rhythm—thrusting up to meet her drops, slamming deep. The sofa creaked under us, wet slaps loud as she took me over and over.

"Aaahhh—yes… fuck me… deeper…" she cried, head falling back, hair cascading down her spine.

I slapped her ass—sharp, watching it bounce—then reached around to rub her clit rough, making her buck wilder.

She rode like she was possessed—desperate, filthy, completely lost in it.

And I let her take everything she needed.

As she rode me harder—hips slamming down, pussy gripping tight with every bounce, her moans filling the room—I glanced sideways at the framed photo on the side table.

There they were: Sofia, her husband, and little Julian—smiling big, arms around each other, the perfect happy family portrait from some sunny vacation.

Something dark and possessive snapped inside me.

The thought hit hard—fucking his wife like an animal while he was away visiting family, completely clueless, thinking everything was fine at home. Breeding her deep, making her scream my name, turning his loyal, sexy momma into my desperate slut.

It made me wild.

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