She needs more

“Stop—” she gasped, raw and trembling, breath shivering in her chest. “I need more—fuck, I need your cock.”

He blinked up at her, still sucking the milk from her breast, fingers wet and shining. Her thighs quivered where she stood, her nipples leaking freely, tank bunched beneath her arms, the full swell of her breasts bare and streaked with milk. Her chest heaved. Her eyes were wild. And then she shoved him.

Not hard—just enough.

His mouth released her nipple with a wet pop, her breast bouncing as another fresh spray of milk streamed down her belly. Her cunt throbbed in the open air, glistening from his tongue, her arousal slicking down to her thighs.

She turned.

She bent.

Hands braced on the edge of the kitchen counter, ass high, legs spread wide. The arch of her back was perfect, a shape made for fucking. Her cunt glistened—plush, pink, soaked and needy, lips parting on their own as she reached between her legs and spread herself wide, holding herself open for him.

“Look at me,” she whispered, breath catching. “I’m ready. I’m leaking. I’m wet. I’m yours.”

He couldn’t think. His cock was already out, flushed dark, hard enough it pulsed in the air, veins thick, precum beading at the head.

He stepped behind her, hand gripping the base, the other curling around her hip as he guided himself into position.

Her heat kissed the tip of his cock, her slick coating him instantly as he rocked his hips forward.

The first inch made her gasp. The second had her moaning, legs quaking. The third—

“F-fuck—” she sobbed, the word ripped from her throat. “S-so full—yes—yes!”

He bottomed out, burying himself with a wet slap, his hips grinding against her ass, her pussy swallowing him whole.

She slammed her hips back, meeting his thrust.

Then again.

Then again.

And then he fucked her.

Hard.

Fast.

The counter shook beneath her palms. Her feet slid on the tile. Her breasts swung violently, milk spraying in pale arcs that splattered across the cabinets, the floor, her belly. Her cunt clutched at him greedily, sucking his cock back in every time he drew out, each thrust echoing with a wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick that filled the kitchen.

“Dirty little housewife,” he grunted. “Leaking, dripping, begging for cock the second your man’s gone.”

She wailed, her voice high and wrecked, head pressed to her arms, nails scraping the counter. Her legs shook violently, but he held her steady—gripping her hips, slamming into her harder.

Milk sprayed from her nipples in time with his thrusts. Her cunt gushed around him, his balls slapping wet against her clit again and again.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—” she cried.

He pulled her back onto him one last time and held.

Her orgasm detonated.

She screamed.

Her pussy clamped down around him, muscles locking tight, body convulsing as she squirted all over his cock and thighs, soaking them both. Her hips jerked, her body wracked with release, milk dripping in thick ropes as her cunt milked him with ****, involuntary pulses.

And then he groaned.

Loud. Raw. Animal.

He came deep.

Thick, heavy spurts of cum shot into her spasming pussy, his cock jerking with each one, filling her until it leaked back out around the base, warm and wet and overwhelming. Her cunt clenched and held him, greedily squeezing every last drop from him.

He stayed there, buried.

Twitching.

Breathing hard.

Milking her with his cock as her body trembled around him, spent and soaked.

When he finally pulled out, cum spilled from her in slow, sticky streams, oozing down her thighs to the floor. Her legs barely held.

She stayed bent.

Dripping.

Fucked raw.

Breasts still leaking, cunt still open, her smile dazed and satisfied.