She gasped, pussy clenching tight around me, hips bucking up to meet my slams. "Yes… I'm bad… so bad… he'd be so mad if he knew…"

I growled, pounding deeper, one hand sliding up to squeeze her throat lightly. "What would he say if he walked in right now? Seeing his good wife folded like this, taking my cock raw?"

She whimpered, eyes glazing over at the thought, body shaking harder. "He'd… he'd hate it… hate how much I love it… how wet I get for you…"

Listening to her talk about her husband while I was balls-deep in his wife was doing wonders—stealing another man's woman, breeding her deep while he was clueless, made my cock throb even harder, like it was rewarding me for the taboo.

I took one of her leaking tits in my mouth, biting down on the hard nipple, sucking rough. She pulled my head in closer, looking into my eyes with pure lust, moaning loud—"Ahh… yes, like that… harder…"

I bit harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, milk spraying into my mouth as she arched, crying out in pleasure-pain. She wanted it rougher—pain was her pleasure now.

Milk leaked out, warm and sweet; I licked it clean from her skin, switching to the other tit, sucking deep while she fed me like I was starving.

"You feed your son like this, huh?" I murmured, mouth full of her nipple, tongue swirling.

"Yes…" she breathed, cradling my head tenderly, like she did with her baby. "He drinks whenever he wants… all day…"

"Does he know I'm stealing his milk?" I said, laughing low against her skin, biting again.

She giggled through a moan, pushing her tit deeper into my mouth. "No… but you can have as much as you want…"

Fuck, her boobs were perfect—firm yet so soft, heavy with milk. Every squeeze made more leak out, spraying lightly, dripping down her curves. I played with them obsessively—squeezing, biting, licking—watching her face twist in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around my cock with every rough touch.

Then she laughed softly, stroking my hair. "We haven't even had dinner, Alex."

I pulled off her nipple with a pop, grinning. "But I'm eating dinner right now."

She smiled—warm, playful—pushing her tit back to my mouth. "Yes… but I'll make something real for you. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," I said, kissing the wet peak before letting her go.

After a few more greedy squeezes of her boobs—milk leaking between my fingers, her laughing breathy and playful as she arched into my hands—I finally let her up.

I pulled my cock out slow, her pussy giving a reluctant clench, a thick mix of our cum dripping down her thighs as she sat up on the sofa. Her massive tits bounced heavy with the movement, settling soft and full, nipples still hard and glistening.

I stood, cock throbbing right at the level of her face—thick, slick, pointing straight at her like it had a mind of its own.

She looked at it, eyes wide for a second, then smiled that lusty, knowing smile.

"It's still hard, huh?" she murmured, reaching out to wrap her hand around it, stroking lazy and slow, fingers gliding over the wet shaft.

"Yeah," I rasped, looking down at her naked body on the sofa—legs squeezed tight together like she was trying to trap the ache between them, huge tits swaying slightly with every breath, wide hips and that juicy ass spilling over the cushion, smooth golden skin glowing in the dim light. "Hard not to be, looking at you."

She bit her lip, hand tightening just a fraction on my cock, talking to it like it was alive. "I'm gonna drain you dry later," she promised, voice low and filthy, "but first… we need to eat."

She stood up slow—body pure filthy sexy from every angle, tits bouncing, hips swaying, ass jiggling with each step as she walked toward the kitchen. I watched, starving in more ways than one, but my stomach growled loud enough to remind me food was a good idea too.

I let her go—for now—following the sway of those thick, jiggling thighs, already planning how I'd have her again before the night was over.

She was mine tonight.

And I wasn't letting her forget it.

I sat back on the sofa, still naked, cock half-hard and slick, watching Sofia disappear into the kitchen—her thick ass jiggling with every step, hips swaying like a promise.

She started preparing something—a quick feast, from the sounds of cabinets opening and the sizzle of a pan. The smell of garlic and spices drifted out soon after, making my stomach growl louder.

I grabbed my phone from the pile of clothes on the floor, checking it for the first time in hours. Missed calls, notifications piling up. I hadn't looked at this thing all day—didn't care. My world was these MILFs, one after another, and reality could wait.

Three messages.

First from Michael: "Motherfucker, tell me what happened when you went to Mrs. Claire's office. You sly dog. Spill EVERYTHING when we meet. You haven't been picking up my calls."

I smirked. The guy just wanted to jerk off to the details. Fair enough—I'd give him the edited version tomorrow.

Next from Judy: "Hey Alex, are you free tonight?" Sent an hour ago, with a little winking emoji.

I chuckled. She already missed me? After I railed her like a slut last night? Cute. But my hands—and cock—were full tonight. No reply needed.

Last one from Aunt Melanie: "Hey Alex, thanks for fixing my PC today. I'll make sure to return the favor soon."

Oh, I knew exactly what kind of favor she had in mind. My cock twitched at the memory of her tight vest clinging to those massive tits, the way she'd stared at my bulge, her mouth working me so perfectly she almost made me bust down her throat—and the filthy thrill that she was my aunt, family or not, only made it hotter.

I tossed the phone aside, leaning back, grinning at the ceiling.

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