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.
