Of course not.

As divine as Layla's pussy feels, you're not about to miss out on enjoying it to the fullest. Laughing a little at her teasing, you draw back and begin to fuck her slowly but steadily, supporting yourself above her with arms by her shoulders. The motion brings a whole new appreciation of how soft she is; she might not be squeezing you like a vise, but her walls caress every part of your cock nonetheless. You find yourself wanting to enjoy every inch as you slide in and out, take it easy, not pound her hard and fast like you often might.

Layla keeps it relaxed, sighing softly with pleasure as she watches the video, which you're honestly only half paying attention to—you do have a fair bit more work to do than her at the moment, not that you're complaining. "That feels niiice," she purrs.

You can't help but grin. "Missed me too, huh?"

"Maybe a little," she admits with a chuckle. "You should fuck me harder. I love how my ass jiggles now."

Well, how can you say no to that? "Yes, ma'am."

Adjusting your arms, you pick up the pace, thrusting faster and clapping her cheeks audibly. She rewards you with another of those delicious moans. "Yeah, like that...." You're not in the best position for a clear view, but just the feeling of her soft flesh against your hips with each thrust makes the effort more than worth it. As you keep going, Layla starts pushing back against you a little, rocking back and forth in her prone position in time with your movements. "Oh, fuck, this is good," she groans emphatically—like she's surprised at just how good it feels. "Oh shit, I'm already gonna cum."

"Whoa, really?" you say, a little breathless. "That's fast."

"Yeah," she agrees, having trouble getting the words out herself. "Just keep going like that, fuck, don't stop, oh fuck!" Already lying there, she doesn't have anywhere to fall limp, but you still feel it roll through her body beneath you, her limbs slackening while her pussy suddenly clamps down on you. You swear you can feel the ripples running through her walls. Knowing Layla as well as you do, she wouldn't want you to slow down, so you don't, fucking her hard and steady through her climax; you're treated to a chorus of moans, higher than her usual, the kind of sounds she only makes when she's cumming hard.

Her pitch drops as her peak recedes, but she keeps it up. You can't help but feel a little giddy with pride. "Yeah, you love this, don't you?"

"Uh huh," she groans. "I missed your cock, it's good...."

Fuck, that about does it for you—a little too fast. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna...." You don't even have time to get the warning out all the way before it's on you, your hips reflexively driving down as you pump your load deep inside Layla. You manage to work in and out with each peak, earning a deep sigh from her.

As the last of it passes, you slump forward, letting yourself rest on top of her. Her back rumbles softly against you as she laughs. "Damn, why haven't we done this in so long?"

Her chuckle is infectious. "Got me." Still inside her, you can feel how much you came. "I missed filling you up."

"Don't get too excited," she chides. "I'm on the pill now. Can't afford another kid."

You grin. "You say that like being able to cum inside you all I want is a bad thing." Much as you both know you could do it regardless if you really wanted to, you don't want to do anything that's really going to mess up Layla's life. She's too good of a friend for that. Anyway, you're plenty satisfied with having already made her a MILF.

As your strength returns and you pick yourself up, Layla shoots a look back at you. "You wanna go again, or take a break?"