All the MILFs do

His mouth finally broke from hers, hot breath panting against her cheek as his fingers kept working her pussy with a slow, relentless rhythm that made her thighs twitch. He grinned, eyes dark, and leaned in to whisper near her ear, the words low, hungry, unrepentant.

“God, I’ve been waiting for one like you.” His hand squeezed her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple till it was aching hard. “You don’t know how many moms come through here. But none like you.”

Emily shuddered, trying to gather breath, her back pressed to the wall, half her shirt open, jeans undone, nursing bra hanging loose. She could feel the wet heat between her legs soaking into his palm. It embarrassed her how fast her body had reacted, how fast it still was.

“You’re the hottest milf we’ve had back here in weeks,” he murmured, dragging his lips along her jaw, licking at her flushed cheek, her throat. “And thank fuck it’s my turn. They all saw you. Every one of us wanted you.” He chuckled darkly, sucking her earlobe into his mouth before letting it go with a pop. “But I get you first.”

Emily’s heart thudded, louder now than before—this time not from fear, not exactly.

His turn?

Something flickered in her chest—shock, disbelief, heat. Her breath hitched. She tried to speak, but his fingers slid deeper, curling inside her, stroking the sensitive spot that made her knees buckle. She clutched at his shoulders, gasping.

He pressed his forehead to hers, hand still working inside her. “It’s okay,” he whispered, like a secret. “You don’t have to pretend. You came back here half-undressed. You knocked twice. You knew. We're not going to judge you. Just fuck you like your limp dicked husband can't.”

She wanted to argue. Say no. Say that’s not what this is.

But her body betrayed her—hips grinding into his hand, breast rising against his touch, mouth parted in soft, helpless moans.

It had been so long.

Six months since Chloe. Eight months pregnant before that. A year and a half of aching, of feeling not-sexy, of being touched only by necessity. The last time she’d been fucked properly, her belly was barely showing. The last time she’d wanted it, wanted it like this, wild and fast and without thinking—God, it felt like forever ago.

And now she was here.

Pants undone. Shirt open. Wet. Shaking.

Pinned between a stranger and a bathroom wall with his fingers inside her, thumb teasing her clit in slow, maddening circles while his mouth grazed hers again and again. Her moans barely sounded like her own anymore.

And still he murmured against her lips, “You feel so fucking good. I can’t wait to get your jeans all the way down. Gonna fuck you till you forget your kid’s name.”