Chapter 251: Guiltful Latina MILF

After biting her shoulder, I kissed the spot carefully, soft, lingering presses of my lips against the warm skin where my teeth had left faint red marks.

I tasted her there: faint salt from her sweat, the clean sweetness of her perfume, and something uniquely Sofia, warm and addictive. My tongue flicked lightly over the bite, soothing the sting while making her shiver harder against me.

Then I placed both hands on her shoulders, thumbs brushing the thin straps of her dress, and kissed her neck slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive column of her throat, then lower to the upper swell of her chest. My lips brushed the creamy skin just above her cleavage, tasting more of her, sweat and arousal.

She arched into every kiss, head tilting back to give me better access, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

“Alex… I shouldn’t be doing this… ahh,” Sofia moaned, her voice trembling as my kiss sent fresh heat rushing through her body. Her thighs pressed together tightly, hips shifting restlessly on the sofa, the tight blue dress riding higher up her legs.

“What do you mean, Sofia?” I asked, breaking the kiss to look into her needy eyes. My voice was low, gentle but firm, coaxing her to say it out loud.

“Alex… I never cheated on my husband before I met you. I still feel guilty about the other day…” Sofia said, her voice cracking slightly. She placed a trembling hand on my cheek and looked at me as if the infidelity was making her lose her sense of self.

I knew she had been faithful before I met her, devoted wife, perfect mother, never straying even once. All of this, cheating, sneaking away, letting a younger man touch her like this in the back room of her workplace, was completely new for her.

She had wanted to stay the ideal wife who only loved her husband, who came home every night and never thought of anyone else. But her body was denying everything she once believed.

She was fighting a losing battle between guilt and need, and the need was winning.

The way she looked saying those words, eyes glassy with shame and desire, lips trembling, cheeks flushed, made my dick jump hard in my pants.

It loved how I was stealing a hot wife from some guy, turning a faithful woman into a moaning, leaking mess who begged for my cum while her husband worked hard for his family.

The guilt in her voice only made it hotter, made me harder, knowing I was the one breaking her, owning her body in ways her husband never could.

“You want me to go?” I asked, placing my hand on her cheek and moving it slowly, thumb brushing her lower lip.

She melted into my touch instantly, face leaning heavily into my palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second like she was drawing strength from it.

“No, Alex…” Sofia whispered, voice barely audible.

She was so vulnerable right now, caught between her old life and this new, filthy addiction to me.

I moved my face closer, slowly, and kissed her on the lips again. This time it was gentle at first, soft presses, tasting her guilt and need, then deeper as she kissed back desperately.

Her tongue met mine eagerly, wet and hungry, hands clutching my shirt like she needed an anchor.

“Ahh, I love you, Alex,” Sofia moaned into my mouth, her voice breaking with raw need as our tongues tangled deeper. Her moans were making me lose control, high, desperate sounds that vibrated against my lips, each one pushing me closer to the edge of restraint.

She was filthy in ways her husband could never even imagine.

Her dress had ridden higher up her thigh, exposing the soft, juicy flesh right in front of me.

I placed my hand on her exposed thigh, palm flat against the soft, warm skin, and squeezed.

It was so juicy, so full, the flesh yielding under my fingers like ripe fruit. My mouth watered at the sight and feel of her, curves overflowing the dress, skin glowing under the break room lights, the scent of her arousal mixing with the faint coffee aroma still lingering in the air.

“Come here, Sofia,” I said, leaning back on the sofa and gesturing for her to come sit on my lap. My voice was rough, thick with hunger.

She stood up from the sofa slowly, her ass and boobs jiggling with the movement, heavy breasts swaying in the low-cut dress, the right strap already slipped down her arm.

She straddled my hips carefully, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of me, and sat down right on my growing bulge through my pants. Her hair fell forward over her shoulder in dark waves, framing her flushed face.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close, and kissed me deeply again, her tongue sliding against mine in slow strokes.

“Ahh… you don’t know how much I missed you, Alex,” she moaned between kisses, hips rocking once, grinding against my hardness through our clothes.

“How much did you miss me, baby?” I asked, kissing her back, slow and deep, tasting her desperation.

“I fingered myself every night thinking about you… waiting for you,” she whispered against my lips, voice trembling. “I came so many times but it was never enough. Nothing feels like you.”

I broke the kiss and looked down at her tits, they were leaking nonstop now, dark wet patches spreading across the tight blue fabric, milk beading at her nipples and soaking through in slow, creamy trails.

I pulled the dress lower, tugging the neckline down over both breasts, and revealed her massive milkers completely. They spilled free, heavy, full, swollen with milk, areolas dark and wide, nipples thick and erect, dripping steadily.

“They’re so full, Alex… ahh,” Sofia moaned, squeezing one tit with her own hand to show me. Milk squirted out in a thin white stream, landing on my shirt, running down her skin, her nipple throbbing visibly as she milked herself for me.

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