Chapter 260: Netori: Breeding the Sinful Latina MILF

I made Sofia stand up from my lap, rough hands gripping her hips, manhandling her sinful, thick body upright. Her husband watched every movement, eyes wide, tears falling, as I owned his slutty wife like she was my personal cum dumpster. Her legs shook when she stood, knees weak, pussy still leaking down her inner thighs in slow, glistening trails.

I wrapped my left arm around Sofia’s neck, firm and choking, pulling her back hard against my chest so her thick body molded perfectly to mine.

My right hand stayed on her hip, keeping her steady. I positioned her so she stood facing her husband directly, her legs slightly spread, pussy glistening and swollen, my cock pressing up between her thighs from behind, the head brushing her dripping entrance. Her head leaned back against my shoulder, neck exposed, while my mouth hovered close to her ear.

Sofia whimpered, tears streaming faster now, but her hips rocked back instinctively, trying to take me inside again.

“Tell him,” I whispered roughly in her ear, loud enough for her husband to hear every word. “Tell him what your pussy wants now.” My hips rocked forward slowly, my thick cock brushing between her thighs, the swollen head sliding along her slick, swollen pussy lips without entering her yet.

My right hand stayed on her right breast, squeezing firmly, milking more warm streams of milk from her dark nipple, letting it flow down her body in white rivulets while her husband watched helplessly.

Sofia whimpered, body shaking, “Ummm…” She rocked back instinctively, trying to take my dick back inside her pussy, hips chasing the fullness she’d lost moments ago. Her pussy lips parted around the head, coating me in fresh juices, but I held back, denying her the penetration she craved.

“Tell him,” I said roughly, slapping her thigh hard, my palm cracking against the soft, thick flesh and leaving a bright red handprint. The sound echoed sharply in the small break room.

“Tell him whose dick you love,” I growled, moving my hand down to her clit next, fingers pressing firmly against the swollen bud and rubbing in fast, relentless circles.

Sofia was broken fully now, moaning continuously, body trembling like she was falling apart. She was too far gone, guilt, shame, and raw, overwhelming pleasure twisting together until nothing else remained. She mustered the last bit of strength she had left to speak, voice cracking and hoarse.

“I want your dick, Alex… ahh… please put your dick back in,” she cried, looking directly at her husband as the words left her mouth. Her eyes were glassy with tears and lust, completely shattered, forcing the man who used to own her to watch while she begged another man to claim her.

Her husband’s face crumpled further, fresh sobs shaking his shoulders, but he couldn’t look away. He watched his wife, his faithful Sofia, beg another man to fuck her right in front of him.

“Yeah?” I asked, teasing her more, voice dark and commanding. “How do you want it?”

“I want it hard,” she said, voice trembling but clear, final surrender in every syllable.

That was all I wanted to hear.

I turned her around roughly, hands gripping her hips, and made her climb onto the sofa again. I positioned her on all fours, both hands braced on the headrest, one leg lifted up onto the back cushion so she was tilted slightly sideways.

The angle was perfect: her husband could see everything clearly from his spot on the floor, her thick ass presented high, pussy swollen and dripping, clit throbbing visibly, breasts hanging heavy and leaking milk onto the cushions below.

I stepped behind her, gripping my thick cock in one hand and lining it up with her dripping entrance. The swollen head brushed her slick, swollen pussy lips, teasing, pressing just enough to part them, while I looked straight at her husband.

“Watch closely,” I said, voice calm and cruel, making sure every word carried across the small break room. “Watch how your wife takes every inch of the cock she really wants.”

Then I shoved my cock into Sofia’s warm pussy in one hard, relentless thrust, burying myself to the hilt in a single motion. Her walls stretched wide around my girth, fluttering and clenching desperately as they welcomed me back inside. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, skin slapping skin, her juices squelching around my shaft.

Sofia cried out with the intensity, voice high and shattered, but she loved the pleasure. Her hips bucked back instinctively to meet me, pussy gripping me like a vice even as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Her husband had gone mute now, helpless, broken, watching his sweet, faithful wife become my whore right in front of him. He had no option but to admit it: she wasn’t his anymore. She belonged to the cock that was stretching her, filling her, making her moan like he never could.

“Fuck… your pussy’s gonna make me cum hard, Sofia,” I growled, voice rough as I felt the pressure building fast.

I was already on the verge and my cock was throbbing violently inside her.

Sofia kept looking back at me, eyes locked on mine in that twisted position, while her head tilted just enough to see her husband kneeling there, sobbing quietly. The guilt in her expression only made her pussy clench harder, only made her moan louder.

Soon, with a few more powerful thrusts—I lost control.

“Fuck… ahhhh…” I groaned as I came hard. My dick pulsed violently inside her, thick, warm ropes of cum shooting deep, flooding her pussy in powerful spurts.

Harder than I’d ever come before, each jet hitting her cervix, filling her womb until it overflowed.

The sensation was overwhelming.

“Ahhh… it’s so warm…” Sofia moaned senselessly as my cum painted her insides white, probably deep enough to make her pregnant.

I kept thrusting through the orgasm, slow, deep strokes, drawing out every tremor, every weak spasm, making sure her husband saw every detail.

Then soon Sofia came as I was about to shoot the last spurts of cum inside her.

“Oh god…” she moaned as she came hard, her entire body convulsing violently. Her pussy clamped down around my cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, walls fluttering and milking me with desperate greed, while a massive squirt erupted from her.

Even with my dick still buried deep inside her, hot juices gushed out in forceful streams, splashing around my shaft, soaking my thighs, the sofa cushion, and dripping onto the floor in thick, clear puddles.

“Fuck, Sofia…” I groaned as her pussy milked me so hard it almost hurt. The tight, spasming grip pulled the last thick ropes of cum from my balls, deep, powerful pulses that flooded her womb even as she squirted around me.

Finally, I pulled out slowly, the thick shaft sliding free with a wet, obscene sound. Her pussy gaped slightly, pink and slick, before thick white cum immediately oozed out, pouring from her entrance in slow, creamy streams that ran down her inner thighs and dripped onto the sofa cushion below.

The view was beautiful, but not for Sofia’s husband. He watched, knees on the floor, tears streaming, as his wife’s pussy leaked another man’s cum right in front of him, proof of how completely she’d been claimed.

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