Sofia's Teasing Grip

I slipped out of Sarha's bed, the sheets still warm from our tangled night, and padded into the living room. Sofia lounged on the couch in a silk robe that clung to her curves, remote in hand, eyes flicking over me with a knowing spark. 'Morning, sleepyhead,' she said, voice low and laced with amusement. 'Sounded like you and my daughter were having quite the workout last night. Tell me, did she ride you till your legs shook, or was it you pinning her down?'

I chuckled, sinking beside her, the TV flickering some mindless morning show. 'You're awfully curious, Sofia. Jealous, or just fishing for details to spice up your own mornings?'

She smirked, strong and unyielding, her hand drifting casually to my thigh. 'Jealous? Hardly. But I do wonder if that cock of yours is as impressive as her moans suggested. Sarha's got fire, but sometimes a woman needs a steadier hand.' Her fingers traced higher, bold and unapologetic, brushing against my stirring length. I felt it harden under her touch, a rush of heat flooding through me.

'Witty as ever,' I replied, voice tightening as she gripped me through my shorts, stroking with deliberate pressure. 'Keep talking like that and I might think you're offering lessons.' Sofia laughed softly, her grip firm, pumping slowly, making my cock throb and grow impossibly hard. 'Lessons? Darling, I'm demonstrating. Feel how wet this is making me? My pussy's dripping just thinking about it.' Her words were sharp, seductive, her free hand adjusting her robe to reveal a glimpse of smooth thigh.

I leaned back, panting lightly, the handjob building to a fever pitch—her strokes quickening, thumb circling the head, my cock slick and aching. Suddenly, footsteps. Sarha's voice called from the hall, 'Hey, anyone up? What's for breakfast?'

Her view blocked by the couch, I clamped my hand over Sofia's, holding it in place. 'Don't stop,' I whispered urgently. She grinned wickedly, continuing the relentless rhythm, her strong fingers milking me as I fought to stay composed. 'Horny little secret, aren't we?' she teased under her breath. 'Imagine if she knew how your ass clenched when I do this.'

Sweat beaded on my brow, my body tensing, cock pulsing in her fist. Just as Sarha rounded the corner, I came hard, cum erupting in hot spurts under the blanket she'd tossed over us, Sofia's hand steady and unyielding till the last drop. We locked eyes, hearts racing, the close call leaving us both smirking with forbidden thrill.