I arrived at Sophia's place under the guise of overtime, leaving Polly at home with her growing belly and our daily passion on pause. Sophia opened the door in a red dress that clung like a second skin, barely grazing her thighs and teasing the curve of her ass. Her tan skin was a canvas of ink—roses, skulls, and serpents winding over every inch, especially those huge tits that strained against the fabric, nothing like Polly's svelte pale frame. 'Business advisor by day, but tonight you're all mine for a taste test,' she purred, her heels clicking as she led me in, her sexy tattooed feet flexing in those strappy sandals.
She cooked with flair, bending over the counter to stir, her dress riding up to flash a glimpse of her round ass. 'See something you like, or are you just here for the marketing tips?' she teased with a sharp grin. 'Your wife's the lucky one, but I bet she doesn't know how to bend the rules like this.' I shot back, 'Polly's my world, but you've got me plotting a hostile takeover.' She laughed, witty and bold, 'Hostile? Honey, I'm the one calling the shots—keep drooling and I'll make you work for it.' Horny tension built as she served the meal, her tits nearly spilling out while she egged me on.
'Not hungry for my cooking?' she asked flirtatiously, spotting my gaze on her feet and curves. 'I'm only hungry for you,' I replied, voice thick. Sophia didn't hesitate—she was strong, in control, shoving plates and that bin of tortillas crashing to the floor with a wicked smile. 'Then fuck me like you mean it, no holding back.' She spread her legs on the table's edge, peeling off her panties to reveal her wet, dripping pussy. I was rock hard already, cock throbbing as I placed her high-heeled feet on my shoulders, unzipping to free my length.
I railed into her, the table shaking as dishes busted and food splattered. Her ass lifted with each thrust, body rotating aggressively while she kicked the tortillas aside with a heel. Sweating and panting, she moaned in Spanish, '¡Más duro, papi!' making me even hornier. Her pussy clenched tight around my cock, wet and dripping as she came hard, squirting all over me, the table, and the mess below. I couldn't hold it, pulling out to cum across her high-heeled feet, tits, stomach, face, and hair—covering the busted dishes too. 'What a fucking mess. Aren't you glad your wife isn't here?' she smirked, strong and unyielding.
Turned on again, she dropped to her knees on the table for a blowjob, taking my cock deep and licking up every drop of cum with hungry eyes. 'Your move next time, advisor—but I always finish what I start.'
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