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.
