I slipped out of Sarha's bed, still buzzing from the night before, and padded into the living room. Sofia lounged on the couch in a silk robe, legs crossed, remote in hand. The TV flickered with some morning show, but her eyes sparkled with mischief as I sat beside her.
"Morning, stud," she said, voice low and teasing. "Sarha still out cold after all that... activity? Sounded like you two were rewriting the Kama Sutra last night. Tell me, was it her ass that kept you so entertained, or did she finally let you explore that wild side?"
I chuckled, shifting uncomfortably. "Sofia, you're impossible. We were just... enjoying ourselves."
"Enjoying? Darling, the walls aren't that thick. I bet your cock was rock hard all night." Her hand drifted casually to my thigh, then higher, fingers brushing the growing bulge in my shorts. "Mmm, still horny? Let me check."
She didn't ask permission—Sofia never did. Her grip was firm, strong, as she freed my cock and started stroking, slow and deliberate. I was already hard, and her touch made me throb. "Wet already? Dripping for your girlfriend's mom? How delightfully wicked."
I groaned, hips twitching. "Sofia, this is risky..."
"Risky is my middle name," she quipped, pumping faster. "Sarha's a lucky girl, but I wonder if she knows how to handle a cock like this. Panting yet? Good."
Suddenly, footsteps. Sarha's voice called from the hallway, "Hey, anyone up? What's for breakfast?"
Her view blocked by the couch, I grabbed Sofia's wrist, holding her hand in place. She smirked, not missing a beat, her strokes relentless. "Breakfast? Oh, we're just... moving things around in here," Sofia called back, voice steady even as my cock pulsed in her fist. I was sweating, panting, on the edge.
Sarha's steps drew closer. Sofia's thumb circled the head, and I exploded—cum shooting hot and thick over her hand, dripping down as I came hard, barely stifling a moan. She released me just as Sarha rounded the corner, seconds from discovery. Sofia wiped her palm subtly, eyes gleaming with triumph. "Perfect timing, dear. Your man's quite the helper."
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