Pamela notices something is off about her boyfriend

THE GIRLFRIEND’S DOUBTS: PAMELA WANTS A TASTE

Early evening.

"Ah... What a wonderful way to end the day, hmmm, yes, a bit deeper mom."

The bar was quiet, bathed in the golden glow of sunset filtering through half-drawn blinds.

*Schluck!*

*Schluck!!*

*Schluck!*

Annika’s knees ached against the hardwood floor, her lips stretched obscenely around Stefano’s thick cock, her throat fluttering as she fought to take him deeper. Saliva dripped from her chin, her mascara smudged from tears that had spilled when he’d first shoved himself down her throat without warning.

"That’s it, slut," Stefano purred, his fingers tangled in her platinum hair, guiding her movements with ruthless precision. "Take it all. Just like you’ve been dreaming of."

Annika whimpered around him, her fingers digging into his thighs. She hated how good it felt—how her body burned for his approval, how her neglected pussy throbbed with every brutal thrust into her mouth.

Then—

The bell above the door chimed.

Annika’s eyes flew open.

Pamela.

The tall, voluptuous Brazilian stood frozen in the doorway, her K-cup breasts rising and falling with sharp breaths, her dark eyes wide as they locked onto the scene before her.

Stefano didn’t stop. He grinned, his hips rolling forward, forcing another inch down Annika’s throat.

"P-Pyotr?!" Pamela stammered, her voice trembling. "What the fuck—?!"

Stefano chuckled, his grip tightening in Annika’s hair. "Hey, babe. Mom was just… helping me relax after my shift."

Annika’s face burned with shame, but her body betrayed her—her nipples pebbled beneath her blouse, her thighs slick with arousal.

Pamela’s luscious lips parted. For a moment, she looked ready to bolt. Then—

Her gaze dropped to Annika’s fat ass, still glistening from Stefano’s earlier use, her boyfriend's thick creamy cum leaking from her stretched hole, staining the back of her skirt.

"D-Damn... He never creampies me so hard, always using condoms with me but it's ok to fuck his mom's ass raw?" A mental echo, well, it seemed he had another tigress to deal with.

A slow, hungry smirk curled Pamela’s lips.

"...You’ve been holding out on me, gatinho," she murmured, stepping closer, her hips swaying with predatory grace.

Stefano arched a brow. "Oh?"

Pamela knelt beside Annika, her fingers trailing up the older woman’s thigh, nails scraping lightly over her stocking. "I always knew you were a filho da puta," she breathed, her other hand cupping Annika’s chin, tilting her face up. "But I didn’t know your mãe was such a vadia too."

Annika whimpered, Stefano’s cock still lodged in her throat.

Pamela’s thumb brushed her lower lip, smearing spit and pre-cum. "You like this, don’t you, senhora?" she whispered. "Like being your son’s little puta?"

Stefano groaned, his fingers flexing in Annika’s hair. "Fuck, Pam… you wanna join?"

Pamela’s eyes darkened.

She didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, filthy stripe up Annika’s inner thigh, stopping just shy of her soaked panties.

Annika jolted, a muffled cry escaping around Stefano’s cock.

Pamela grinned. "You taste divine, mamãe," she purred, her fingers hooking into Annika’s waistband. "But I think I want the real treat."

With one sharp yank, she pulled Annika’s panties aside, exposing her used asshole, still glistening with Stefano’s cum.

Pamela moaned. "Oh, Deus—"

Then she dug in.

Her tongue was relentless, lapping up every drop, sucking at Annika’s twitching rim, her fingers spreading the older woman’s cheeks wide to get deeper.

Stefano groaned, his cock twitching in Annika’s mouth. "Fuck, Pam—yes—"

Annika’s vision whited out, her body convulsing as pleasure wrecked her. She couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe—not with Stefano fucking her face and Pamela devouring her ass like a woman starved.

Pamela pulled back just long enough to gasp, "I want more," before shoving two fingers into Annika’s stretched hole, scissoring her open, her tongue lapping at the mess Stefano had left behind.

Stefano yanked Annika off his cock by her hair, his golden eyes burning. "On the counter. Now."

Annika barely had time to register the command before Stefano lifted her, slamming her onto the bar, her legs hooked over his shoulders.

Pamela climbed up beside her, her lips crashing into Annika’s in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling, the taste of Stefano’s cum shared between them.

Stefano didn’t wait.

He slammed home in one brutal thrust, his cock splitting Annika’s pussy wide, the voluptuous milf's scream muffled by Pamela’s mouth.

Pamela pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with lust. "Fuck her harder," she demanded, her hands groping her own massive tits through her tight top. "Make her squeal."

Stefano obeyed.

His hips snapped forward, pounding into Annika with animalistic fury, the bar shaking beneath them, glasses clinking dangerously.

Pamela moaned, her fingers pinching her nipples. Then, with a wicked grin, she twisted, her ass pressing against Stefano’s face.

"Lamba," she ordered, her voice thick with need.

Stefano didn’t hesitate.

His tongue delved between Pamela’s cheeks, lapping at her tight little hole, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her still.

Pamela screamed, her back arching. "CARALHO—!"

Annika watched, dazed, as the younger woman ground against Stefano’s face, her own hips rolling to meet his brutal thrusts.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and sin, the sounds of slapping flesh and guttural moans echoing through the empty bar.

Stefano’s pace grew erratic, his fingers bruising on Annika’s hips. "Gonna—f-fuck—cum—"

Pamela whirled, dropping to her knees just in time to catch Stefano’s fat cock with her mouth as he pulled out of Annika, her luscious cocksucking pillow lips stretching around his girth as the incubus exploded down her throat.

"O-OHMYGOD YESS!!!"

Annika came with a broken sob, her body clenching around nothing, the blonde milf's juices drenching the bar beneath her.

For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Then—

Pamela licked her lips, her eyes locked on Annika’s wrecked body.

"...So," she panted, a slow, hungry smile spreading across her face. "When’s the next shift?"