I was fully leaned back on the sofa, and Sofia was tightly leaned back against me, her legs lifted in the air, folded at the knees and spread wide by my hands while I slowly thrust my dick up into her pussy. We were pressed so tightly together that there was almost no space between us.
I sat slightly to the right side of her, her head leaned back into my left shoulder, my mouth close enough to her neck that I could feel the heat of her skin and the rapid beat of her pulse.
My left hand held her left leg spread open, fingers gripping the soft flesh of her thigh, while my right hand played with her leaking breasts. I squeezed one heavy tit firmly, watching milk bead at the dark nipple and flow in warm, white streams down her body, dripping onto her belly and my thigh below.
"Ahh, you are leaking crazy, Sofia," I said, voice rough as I squeezed harder, forcing more milk to spill out in thick rivulets that ran down her curves and soaked into the sofa cushion.
