Fuck the distraction

As they reached the bathroom, Kyle's hand never left the woman's ass. He walked her to the door of the restroom, making sure everyone around could see what he was doing. Her husband was red-faced, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but also unable to do anything about it. "So," Kyle said with a sly grin, "why do you say to be so much older, you look not a day over 25!" He winked at the pregnant woman, making her giggle.

Her face was different to Sarah's, with slightly larger eyes and mouth, and black hair in a short cut. The woman smiled as Kyle's hand squeezed her ass again. "Oh, you are such a flirt," she teased, "But you're right, I do feel younger when someone so young pays me attention." She grabbed his face to kiss him, their lips meeting for a long, sensual moment.

Kyle smiled and led her into the bathroom stall. "Well, if you're going to keep saying things like that..." he said, closing the door behind them. "You do not look a day over twenty-five. In fact, you could be my age." He leaned in closer to her placing his hands on the dress over her round belly, feeling the softness of her skin beneath.

"Oh, you're so sweet," she giggled, moving closer to him. "But I am over forty, I'm afraid. My husband and I have two children already. It's a miracle that this one decided to come along, don't you think?" She ran her hands through her hair, revealing her bare neck. Kyle couldn't help but notice how supple her skin was, untouched by the wrinkles that usually came with age.

Kyle leaned in, his hands cupping her face. "Well, if you're going to insist on being so much older, then I guess I'll just have to enjoy what come with it," he teased, his voice low and husky. He traced his fingers along her jawline, down to her neck, and then over her swollen belly. The woman shivered at his touch, her breath catching in her throat.

"You know," she said, looking into his eyes, "I don't mind being older. It comes with its perks, like knowing exactly what I want." She took his hand, leading it lower, to the hem of her dress. "And right now," she whispered, "I want this."

Kyle's heart raced as he felt her skin beneath his fingers. He slid his hands underneath her dress, cupping her ass in his hands and feeling her out. She moaned, arching her back, her head thrown back against the wall. Soon his hands reached between her legs, searching and not finding any panties, "Wow, you are one naughty girl," he teased.

The woman gasped as his fingers finally found her wet folds. She closed her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as he began to explore her. "Oh," she whispered, "It is our anniversary, you know. My husband was going to get a magnificent treat." Kyle's hands slipped inside her, finding her clit and beginning to rub circles. "Well I suppose I'll just have to enjoy it instead of him."

His words sent a shiver through her as she pushed him against the door while turning her back to him and bending over the toilet seat. She reached down, hooking her fingers into the band of her dress and pulled it up, over her hips, revealing her bare, round ass to him. Kyle couldn't believe his eyes; her skin was smooth and flawless, not a single imperfection marring its perfection. He ran his hands over her cheeks, squeezing them hard before slapping her ass, making her yelp in surprise and delight.

"God, you're so beautiful," he breathed, leaning in to kiss her exposed neck. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." His words were laced with desire as his fingers found their way between her folds. He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness as she moaned his name. "You're so wet," he whispered, thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

She arched her back, pushing herself further onto his fingers. "Please," she gasped, her voice shaky. "I need more." Kyle couldn't resist any longer; he slid his hardness between her legs, feeling the hot, wet heat of her surround him. He thrust forward, pushing inside her, feeling the tightness of her body as she welcomed him in. Her moans filled the small bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls as he began to move, his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful.

"Oh my God," she breathed, her head thrown back as he took her from behind. "It feels so good." Her hands gripped the edge of the toilet, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on as he thrust deeper and harder, claiming her body as his own. "Yea, pregnant chicks are the best," he moaned, arching her back as he hit her just right. "So warm, so wet."

"Okay there, big boy! You like that, don't you?" she gasped, rocking her hips against him. "Oh yes," she moaned, arching her back, "you like pregnant MILFs giving you a good, hard fuck, don't you?" He groaned, his hips snapping faster, his erection throbbing inside her. "Yeah," he panted, "You're so fucking hot."

Her hand went behind to cup his neck, "Do it big boy, do not be afraid!" Her other hand went to the top of her dress and untied it, letting her truly massive breasts spill out of it. Kyle could not believe the size of them. "Take them, do not be gentle!" she moaned, arching her back. "Oh, yes, that's it."

As Kyle listened, his hands left her ass cheeks to cup her enormous breasts. They were so heavy, it felt like they weighed more than the rest of her combined. He massaged them, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath his fingers as he stroked her nipples. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, arching her back into his touch. "Harder! Don't be a sissy!"

Kyle frowned at that at grabbed her nipples tights between his fingers, twisting and pinching them hard. To his surprise, she moaned even louder, as her nipples suddenly erupted, spraying a thick, white liquid over his hands. "Oh fuck, yes!" she cried, her body shaking with pleasure. "That's it, baby, milk Mommy good!"

Her milk continued to flow, and he felt a strange thrill as Kyle watched it drip down her body and onto the floor. He couldn't believe how much there was, and how hot it was to see it covering the cold tile. "Yes," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me harder, baby. Make Mommy cum." He obeyed, slamming into her over and over again, al the while milking her breasts.

Just as he felt her vagina getting tighter he decided to make it better, "Common Mommy, moo for me!" he said as he twisted her nipple, making her moan in pleasure. He felt the flow of her milk, warm and thick, running down. She moaned, arching her back as he continued to milk her, "Oh fuck, yes... Mooo." Her voice was breathy and husky, her body trembling with pleasure. He could feel her muscles tensing as she neared her climax, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Mooooo," she moaned, arching her back as her hips bucked against him, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his thrusts. The warmth of her milk coated his hands, her breasts heavy and full as he squeezed them, forcing more of her sweet nectar onto the floor. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." Was her final cry as her body shook violently with pleasure, her muscles clenching tight around him. "Moooo" she moaned much quieter as her orgasm faded, her breasts still full and heavy.

Kyle was feeling good, he moved his hands off her breasts letting her grab the toilet sit to keep her balance. His hand went to her hair and grabbed it tightly, "Now it is my turn!" he growled as he roughly pulled her hair back, as he pushed himself deeper into her, feeling her tight walls grip him as she moowed in pleasure.