I slipped out of Sarha's bed, my body still buzzing from our wild night, and padded into the living room where Sofia lounged on the couch, remote in hand. Her sharp eyes flicked over me with a knowing smirk. "Morning, stud. Sarha still recovering from all that noise you two made? Sounded like you had her pussy dripping and her ass quivering."
I chuckled, joining her on the couch. "You always this nosy about your daughter's love life, Sofia?"
"Only when it's entertaining," she shot back, her voice low and teasing. "Bet you left her panting and horny. Did she beg for that cock of yours?"
Her hand drifted casually at first, then boldly cupped my growing hardness through my shorts. "Mmm, already stiffening up. Naughty boy." She unzipped me with confident fingers, wrapping them around my cock and stroking slow and firm. "This feels even better than it sounds."
"Sofia... Sarha's right in the other room," I warned, but my hips bucked into her grip, making me harder.
"Relax, she's out cold," Sofia replied wittily, her strokes quickening as precum beaded at the tip. "Or are you worried she'll catch her mom making you cum?"
Suddenly, Sarha's voice called out, "Mom? What's for breakfast? I'm starving."
Her footsteps approached, but the couch blocked the view. I grabbed Sofia's wrist, holding her hand in place. "Don't stop," I hissed. She grinned wickedly, pumping faster, her strong grip relentless. Sweat beaded on my brow as I panted, the pressure building until I exploded, cum spurting hot and thick over her fingers just seconds before Sarha rounded the corner.
Sofia casually wiped her hand on a napkin, flashing me a triumphant look. "Pancakes sound good?"
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