Chapter 258: Netori: Sinful Latina MILF is My Slut

Her mind was fracturing under the weight of guilt and ecstasy; her body had already surrendered completely. She could barely form words, only broken moans and gasps as her pussy spasmed around me again, milking my cock like it never wanted to let go.

“Honey… please… don’t look at me…” Sofia finally mustered the strength to speak, her voice small and trembling. She didn’t want to be seen by her husband like this, so vulnerable, like a broken slut who had lost herself to the overwhelming pleasure. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the milk leaking from her other breast.

But even as she begged him not to look, her hips kept moving, slow, needy circles that took me deeper each time, her body betraying her completely. Her clit throbbed under my thumb where I had been rubbing it earlier, the lingering sensitivity making her shiver with every movement.

Her husband took one shaky step forward. Then the keys and paper bag he was holding slipped from his limp fingers, clattering to the floor. Moments later, his knees buckled completely, and he sank down, collapsing into a kneeling position right in front of us, as though he no longer had the strength to stand.

His face was pale, his eyes wide and glassy, tears already streaming freely down his cheeks. He looked like a man watching his entire world collapse in slow motion.

“What have you done to my Sofia?” he cried, voice raw and broken, finally looking directly at me instead of just at her. His gaze was pleading, accusing, desperate, he wanted an explanation, a reason, anything that would let him believe his faithful wife hadn’t chosen this.

I kept moving my hips, thrusting slowly and deeply into Sofia while my fingers returned to her clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles. Her already hypersensitive pussy became even more responsive, walls fluttering wildly around my cock, clit throbbing visibly under my fingers, fresh juices leaking out in steady streams with every slow stroke.

I wanted to show him exactly how much Sofia could come from a man’s dick that wasn’t her husband’s, how easily her body surrendered, how completely she melted under my touch.

Then I slid my fingers between her folds and stretched her open wider, two fingers pushing inside alongside my cock, spreading her pink flesh so her husband could see everything. I held her open deliberately, showing him the soft pink inside, the way her inner walls clung tightly to my thick shaft, the creamy ring of arousal coating me.

Her pussy glistened obscenely, swollen and dripping, as I kept her spread for him to see just how wide I was stretching his wife, how deeply I was reaching into her, touching places his own dick could never reach.

She clenched rhythmically around me, her body trembling as I held her open, making sure he saw exactly how completely she was being taken.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, looking straight into his eyes, voice calm and dominant. “Your wife just loves me so much.”

Sofia’s husband flinched at my words, tears spilling faster down his cheeks, but he still clung desperately to denial.

“Sofia, tell me… is he blackmailing you?” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Does he have something on you? Some kind of dirt? Please… just tell me why you’re doing this…”

“We love each other, Sofia,” he said through sobs, tears streaming freely down his face. “I know how much you love me… how can you do this to me?”

“Honey… ahhh… I love you,” she managed to say, barely able to speak. Her voice trembled, fractured by another moan as my thumb circled her clit again and my hips rolled upward in a slow, deep thrust.

“Baby… how could you do this to me… if you really love me?” he cried.

“Bud, does it look like she loves you?” I said, voice low and mocking as I rubbed Sofia’s clit furiously, thumb pressing hard, circling fast over the swollen, throbbing bud. Her body arched sharply against me, back bowing, head falling back onto my shoulder, while I kept thrusting deep into her pussy, stretching her wide with every slow, powerful stroke.

“Honey… please don’t hate me,” Sofia said while moaning, her voice fractured and trembling. “Please, honey… ahh…” She cried out as I bit her nipple hard, teeth sinking into the sensitive, leaking bud, while my fingers never stopped rubbing her clit.

Milk squirted from her breast in short bursts, running down her chest and belly in warm white trails, mixing with the sweat and her own juices.

The sound of Sofia crying and moaning was driving me feral. I could feel myself on the edge of losing control.

“I’m gonna cum, Sofia… ahh… I’m gonna fill you so much,” I said, looking straight into her eyes, letting her know who she belonged to now. My voice was rough and possessive, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that bottomed out inside her, making her pussy clench and flutter wildly around my cock.

Sofia looked at me and bit her lower lip hard at my words, eyes glassy, tears still streaming down her cheeks, but her body reacted in ways she couldn’t even imagine. The idea of me cumming inside her pussy, deep, thick warm ropes flooding her womb, while her husband, the love of her life, watched helplessly, shattered something inside her.

Guilt and shame twisted together with dark, forbidden pleasure, making her pussy spasm even harder, clit throb under my thumb, milk leak faster from her nipples.

“Oh god… I think I’m gonna cum…” Sofia moaned, voice breaking into a high, desperate cry as I lowered my thrusts, angling them carefully so the head of my cock dragged across her most sensitive spot with precise, deliberate pressure.

Every slow, deep stroke hit that perfect point inside her, rubbing against her G-spot while my thumb kept circling her clit without mercy.

“Baby, please… no…” her husband pleaded from his knees on the floor, tears streaming down his face, his expression twisted with pain and disbelief as he watched Sofia say she was going to cum.

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