The moment she saw it, her expression turned even sluttier—lips parting wider, eyes glazing over with forbidden heat. Shame flashed, but it melted into pure, cheating lust.

Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, squeezing like it was begging for more, flooding wetter as the wrongness hit her full force.

She was too horny to care—staring at her happy family photo while a stranger railed her raw, breeding her deep on their couch.

My dick throbbed inside her, enjoying every second of the taboo—pounding deeper, faster, the sight pushing me closer to the edge.

"Look at them," I growled, slamming harder, one hand slapping her ass sharp. "Your husband and kid… while I fuck you like the slut you are."

She cried out—"Yes… oh god… I'm so bad… breed me… please!"—rubbing her clit frantic, body shaking as orgasm built.

I wasn't holding back.

She was going to come staring at her family.

And I was going to fill her while she did.

I couldn't control myself anymore. This MILF—folded beneath me, cheating face twisted in shame and pure, filthy lust, eyes locked on her husband's smiling photo while I railed her raw—was too much. Every thrust into her dripping, neglected pussy, every clench of her walls, pushed me closer.

After a few more deep, savage thrusts—watching her shameful, slutty expression break completely—I lost it.

I came so hard—thick, warm pulses shooting deep, rope after endless rope flooding her womb, filling her so full it leaked out around my cock with every spasm. Pulse after pulse, I emptied into her, breeding her deep, marking her in a way her husband never could.

"Fuck… Alex… aaahhh!" she cried, voice wrecked with pleasure, feeling the hot cum paint her insides, wave after wave. All shame gone—just raw ecstasy.

I kept thrusting through it, my dick refusing to soften, addicted to her heat. This MILF was pure sin, and I wanted to sin harder, deeper.

She shattered seconds later—rubbing her clit frantic, lewd expression on her face, cursing loud—"Fuck… oh god… I'm coming… Alex!"—her pussy spasming wild around me, gushing hot and wet.

I felt every clench, every squirt—her body showing no shame, completely surrendered.

I pulled out for a split second—just to watch—her pussy squirting clear streams onto my cock and the sofa, body convulsing hard in the folded position.

She whined desperately—"No… put it back… please…"

I slammed back in instantly—she needed it as bad as I did—and she moaned deep, legs shaking behind her head as I ground slow, letting her ride the aftershocks.

Her motherly pussy was fucking heaven—warm, sloppy with my cum, gripping soft but relentless, like it was made to be bred over and over.

I leaned down, kissing her sloppy—tears, sweat, milk on her lips—tongue deep as I rolled my hips.

"You're perfect," I rasped against her mouth.

She just moaned, pulling me deeper, lost in it.

We were lost in the heat, panting, bodies slick and trembling.

Then she pulled me in closer—unfolding her legs slow, letting them fall open around me as she lay back long on the sofa, dragging me on top of her.

My cock slipped out for a moment, and she whined softly at the loss, but the second I was over her, she reached down, guiding me back inside herself—hot, slick, effortless.

Now I was on top, buried deep in her pure thick body—those massive tits cushioning my chest, the soft curve of her belly pressing warm against me, motherly hips cradling my waist, that fat, juicy ass spilling out beneath her.

I grabbed handfuls of it as I settled, squeezing the plump flesh, feeling it yield soft and perfect under my fingers.

She pulled me closer, arms wrapping tight around my neck, legs hooking around my back. Her body was a fucking cloud—warm, plush, every inch soft and inviting. I could rest my head on those tits forever and never move.

She drew me down, kissing me deep and slow—lips soft, tongue gentle, exploring like she wanted to memorize my taste. It was different now—tender, intimate, making every other MILF fade from my mind.

I wrapped my arms under her, holding her close, thrusting slow and deep while we kissed, lost in each other.

She forgot everything—husband, son, the world outside. Nothing mattered but this.

I was still inside her warm pussy, moving lazy but deliberate, grinding deep—the same pussy I'd just shot cum so deep into she could be carrying my kid in months. The thought alone made my cock swell harder, throbbing inside her.

She broke the kiss, looking up at me with those puppy eyes—full of lust, shame, something soft and vulnerable.

"Alex… ahhh… you made me do something I never did before," she whispered, voice shaky, hips rolling up to meet my slow thrusts.

I kissed her again, soft, to quiet the guilt.

"I never cheated on my husband… ever," she said softly, eyes searching mine, fingers tracing slow circles on my back. "You know how many men stare at my chest and ass at the convenience store."

"I can imagine," I murmured, thrusting slow and deep, watching her bite her lip.

"The guys today weren't even the worst," she continued, voice breathy between moans. "So many men hit on me… thinking I'd just let them in my pants because of how I look."

"Why did you let me?" I asked, voice low, thrusting slow and deliberate, watching her eyes flutter as I filled her completely again.

She bit her lip harder, cheeks flushing deeper, hips rolling up to meet me like her body couldn't stop itself.

"Because…" she whispered, voice breathy and broken between moans, fingers digging into my back. "Because I felt something from you I've never felt looking at any other man… like I couldn't stop myself, like I needed you right then."

I kissed her neck, grinding deeper, feeling her walls clench around me. "Tell me more."

"Aahh… Alex…" she moaned, legs tightening around my waist. "Those men stare… they grab my ass or try to brush against my tits when I'm stocking shelves. Sometimes they pretend it's an accident, but I know better… but I always said no. I was good. But you… you looked at me like you already owned me… and god, I wanted you to."

Her words made me throb harder inside her, thrusts turning rougher, possessive.

"You're so bad now," I rasped, nipping her ear. "Letting a stranger breed you while your husband's away."

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