"Aaahhh—yes... fuck me... deeper..." she cried.
But I needed more control.
I pulled her back against my chest—her back flush to me, tits bouncing wild—then hooked my hands under her knees from behind, spreading her legs wide open, lifting them high so her feet dangled in the air, thighs parted as far as they’d go.
Her pussy was completely exposed now, no way for her legs to close, every inch of her open and vulnerable while she stayed impaled on my cock.
The position was perfect—her weight resting on me, ass pressed tight against my hips, pussy stretched wide and taking me deeper than before with nothing to resist.
I started pounding—deep, brutal thrusts upward like an animal, slamming into her from below while holding her legs spread, her body folded and helpless in my grip.
"Aaaahhhh—Alex! Fuck—yes... it’s so deep... I can’t—" she screamed, voice breaking, head thrashing side to side as I railed her.
Every thrust drove straight to her core, the head hitting spots that made her whole body jolt, her pussy gushing around me, squirting lightly with the force.
Her tits bounced wildly in the open air, milk spraying from the rough motion.
I held her legs wider, spreading her impossibly open, owning every inch as I fucked up into her nonstop—wet, loud, relentless.
I kept fucking her in this filthy position—her legs spread impossibly wide in my grip, body folded and helpless, pussy taking every brutal upward thrust like it was starving for it.
Her motherly ass slammed down against my hips with every drop, cheeks jiggling, the slick mess of her juices and my precum coating us both.
Fuck, man—I was having the time of my life with this MILF.
"Aaahh, Alex..." she moaned, losing any sense of control, voice wrecked and desperate. The framed photo of her husband and son sat right there on the side table, smiling innocently, but she was so lost in lust she didn’t even glance at it anymore.
Sometimes I slowed—just holding her legs open, fingers rubbing her swollen clit fast and rough while I leaned in to suck her nipples like an animal.
I bit down, tugging the hard peaks, milk spraying into my mouth—sweet, warm, her lactating tits so full and tight I could feel the pressure with every pull.
She ground down on my cock the whole time, pussy clenching, refusing to let me go, like she couldn’t get enough.
"You’re so wild, Sofia," I growled into her ear, thrusting deep again.
"Aahh... Alex... I feel so bad," she whimpered, biting her lip, looking back at me with those lust-glazed eyes. "Doing this while my husband’s away... I’m such a bad wife, aren’t I?"
Her words—guilty, filthy, turned on by her own cheating—sent fire through me. That pretty, cheating face, flushed and desperate, was enough to make a man cum nonstop for days.
I kissed her hard—claiming her mouth, tongue deep and possessive, swallowing her moans as I slammed up into her again, legs still spread wide in my hands.
We moaned into each other’s mouths, bodies locked, the wet sounds of me fucking her filling the room.
She was a bad wife.
And I was making sure she never forgot it.
"Alex... you gonna cum inside me?" she whispered suddenly, voice alarmed but lust-drenched, eyes locked on mine with that needy, conflicted hunger—body begging even as her words pretended to protest.
"Yeah," I growled, thrusting wildly, deeper, harder. "I’m gonna cum so deep in your womb."
"Don’t cum inside, Alex... ahh... I’m gonna get pregnant," she moaned, but her pussy clenched tighter around me, hips rocking up to take every slam, like her body was demanding I do exactly that.
"Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum so deep then," I rasped, ignoring her words, pounding relentless.
"I’m not on birth control, Alex..." she gasped, voice breaking, but her legs pulled me closer, pussy gushing hotter at the risk.
"Even better," I said, voice dark, possessive.
I wanted to see that slutty, cheating face while I bred her—watch every expression as I filled her.
I stopped, pulled my cock out slow—slick, throbbing, ready to make her pregnant on command. She whined at the emptiness, pussy clenching on nothing.
I stood us up fast, turned her on the sofa—sat her down, then folded her flexible body again: knees to chest, feet closer to her ears, that little curve of her soft belly and those wide, child-bearing hips on full display. Her pussy vulnerable, exposed, pink and dripping, asshole winking below it—everything open for me.
She was a bombshell like this—folded, helpless, tits squished together, milk still beading on her nipples.
I lowered myself, standing bent at the knees, cock in hand—slapping it heavy against her soaked pussy. Wet smacks echoed, her body jolting with each hit.
"Aaahhh—Alex... please..." she moaned, biting her lip hard, eyes begging.
I teased her—rubbing the head through her folds, nudging her clit, slapping again—watching her slutty face twist with need while her husband was off in Mexico doing whatever the fuck, clueless that I was railing his sexy wife raw on their couch.
She couldn’t take it anymore—biting her lip hard with that raw, desperate need in her eyes, she grabbed my cock herself, guiding it to her entrance with trembling fingers.
I locked eyes with her and thrust—deep, brutal, burying every inch in one go.
"Aaaaaahhhh—fuck!" she screamed, body arching as far as it could in the fold.
I started pounding—deeper than before in this position, skin slapping loud enough to echo through the walls, wet squelches obscene as I railed her exposed pussy. Her folded body took it all, tits bouncing trapped, milk spraying with every slam.
Her cheating, slutty face was right there—eyes rolling, mouth open in constant moans, tears of pleasure streaming.
I kept fucking her like an animal in this position—her body folded tight, legs hooked behind her head, pussy completely exposed and helpless to my brutal thrusts.
Skin slapped loud against skin, wet squelches obscene as her juices leaked nonstop, dripping down her ass and onto the sofa, mixing with the milk spraying from her bouncing tits.
Her face was pure filth—eyes rolling back, mouth open in constant, broken moans, tears of raw pleasure streaming down her cheeks. Lust, shame, guilt all twisted together, making her even hotter, her expression screaming how wrong this was and how much she needed it.
She reached down with one hand, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit for more sensation, circling fast and desperate.
"Aaahhh—Alex... fuck... I’m such a bad wife..." she sobbed, voice wrecked, but her pussy clenched harder around me, gushing more, like the guilt only made her wetter.
Then her eyes flicked sideways—to the framed photo on the table, her husband smiling with their son in his arms.