Pleasure And Guilt~

Sofia shuddered, her pussy clenching as she squirted around his cock. Renard let go, letting her collapse onto the mattress—tits first, hips still raised. He yanked his cock out of her dripping cunt and shoved it between her ass cheeks.

Her soft flesh squeezed around his shaft as he gripped her hips, fingers digging into her plump ass. He groaned, thrusting once—twice—before hot cum spurted over jiggling cheeks.

I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS FEELS...

Sofia gasped, her back arched deep, her creamy ass still raised high in the air—soft, flushed, and glistening with sweat. Her full breasts pressed into the mattress, nipples stiff from friction, her body trembling with every ragged breath. Her face burned hot, lips parted in a pant, her vision blurred with pleasure as she felt his seed spill over her butt—thick and warm, painting her ass in sticky streaks.

SEX REALLY IS INCREDIBLE...

Her thoughts came out in a breathless moan, thighs quivering as aftershocks rippled through her. Every inch of her body hummed with satisfaction, her mind still dizzy from the raw, primal pleasure of it all.

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Huff.....

Their tongues tangled wet and sloppy, sliding hot against each other, twisting and pushing deep into each other's mouths.

"Ahh~!"

When they finally broke apart, a thick string of spit still connected their lips. Sofia arched her back sharply as Renard shoved his cock deeper inside her—hard. His chest crushed against her boobs as he pinned her down, hips slamming between her spread legs. Her arms locked around his back, nails digging in as he fucked into her dripping pussy. Her legs trembled in the air, toes curling tight from the brutal pleasure.

My MIND IS TURNING INTO MUSH FROM THE PLEASURE.....

Sofia's legs trembled as they hooked behind his, her body shaking with each rough thrust that made the bed slam against the wall. Sweat poured down both their bodies, skin slapping together in a wet, messy rhythm.

"Sofia. It's felt like my cock is gonna melt away." Renard whisper into her ears as he slam into her soft ass, Her whole body jerked forward, then pushed back against him.

" It's like my cock and your pussy are perfect match."

Their skin stuck together where they joined, her wetness mixing with his sweat as he pounded into her without mercy.

Plop!~

Every snap of his hips sent heat coiling low in her belly and drove her deeper into the mattress, her moans loud and broken, her nails digging into the Renard back.

Ahhh!~ ahhh!~ ahhh! ~

Sofia couldn't speak- lost in the pounding rhythm, only respond in moans, his words reaching her in broken pieces through the haze of pleasure.

" Fuck. Sofia this feels so good. I can't even think of stopping this."

Renard suddenly pulled out his cock, pulsing as thick ropes of cum splattered across her pale stomach, dripping into her bellybutton. Sofia's mind floated in that perfect post-orgasm daze, her body still trembling.

Her soft breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath, nipples stiff. Her creamy skin glistened - ruined by sticky streaks of cum. Legs splayed open, her wet pussy still twitching as aftershocks rocked through her.

"Fuck. I've cum so much today already,"

Renard growled, slapping his half-limp cock against Sofia's soaked pussy. The swollen head left sticky trails across her swollen lips as he rubbed himself along her slit, his shaft still twitching with aftershocks from his last release. A thick bead of cum leaked from his tip, mixing with her arousal as he ground against her.

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Sofia grabbed her swimsuit and stepped into the shower. The cold water falls against her skin, washing away the sweat and the lingering smell of sex - the sex she'd just had with her husband friend. Her hands shook as she wore her swimsuit, her mind racing with guilt and confusion.

She left the bedroom quietly, ignoring Renard's request for her to stay. As she walked downstairs, her stomach twisted with anxiety. The loud music and laughter from the pool party hit her like a slap.

Everyone was having fun - swimming, dancing, drinking - while she felt like her world was falling apart.

"Sofia... SOFIA!".

Sofia's turned to see a woman approaching. Jet-black hair framed piercing blue eyes, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. Her heavy breasts swayed with each step, nipples barely hidden by the skimpy black bikini. That tiny scrap of fabric clung to her curvy hips, drawing attention to her round, jiggling ass. Every movement was slow, deliberate hips rolling like she knew exactly what that body could do.

The woman's red lips curved into a knowing smile as she closed the distance, her gaze locked on Sofia's.

"Hey, are you alright?" Samantha asked softly. She was Renard's wife—the same man Sofia had just slept with.

Sofia's stomach twisted as she remembered how Samantha had been pressed up against her husband, Roy, just an hour earlier. The way Samantha had flirted, grinding her hips against him while they were in the pool. The memory made disgust and anger rise in Sofia's chest.

She was about to snap at Samantha when the woman spoke again.

"Sofia… I need to tell you something." Samantha's eyes flicked toward Roy, who was lounging in a chair by the pool.

Sofia's heart beat pounded in her ears.

"Earlier, your husband and I… we were drunk in the pool. Things got a little heated, but we didn't cross the line."

Sofia's breath caught. "What?"

Samantha swallowed. "I was wasted, and I… I let myself get carried away. I pressed up against him. His hands ended up on my chest, and he—he rubbed himself against me. But he stopped. He pushed me away right after. You can ask anyone who was there—they saw everything."

Sofia's mind reeled. "Is this true?"

Samantha hesitated, then nodded, bracing for Sofia's fury.

But Sofia didn't scream. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, sickening realization crashed over her.

Roy had stopped before it went too far.

But she—in her rage—had gone all the way with Samantha husband.

The guilt hit like a punch to the gut.