265: Nine months? (2)

**Chapter 265**

I felt the shift of her weight first, the hand rising, then the crack of her palm across Valeria’s already marked ass cheek. It was not my timing. It was hers. A testing slap, measured, the kind a woman used when she wanted to know what a thing actually did. The flesh jumped around my cock. Heat flared under Elara’s hand.

Valeria’s pussy jumped with it.

Then it locked.

The first ring of her, the tight two inches that had been clinging to the top of my shaft, slammed shut around me so hard I felt it in my gut. Deeper in, she pulsed in ugly, helpless waves, grabbing, milking, trying to keep the head buried while a hot gush poured around the base and ran down my balls in a sudden sheet.

“HNNN—ahhhn~~!!”

It was not a climb. It was a break. One noble slap on a used GILFy red ass and Valeria came on my cock like the air had been knocked out of her from the inside. Her arms folded. Her cheek hit the desk. A thick string of spit fell from her open mouth onto the wood, and she didn’t close her lips to stop the next one. Her eyes were open and empty. For a stretch of seconds, she was not standing because she had been told to stand. She was a shaking hole on a dick, ass still up only because Elara’s weight and my hands kept it there, cunt squeezing in wet little seizures that would not listen to her.

Slick slapped out of her every time she clenched. It hit my thighs. It made a puddle under the edge of the desk that I could hear when her body jerked and pushed more out. She moaned into the polish, raw and stupid, a sound with no word in it, and her walls kept working me as if Elara’s palm were still falling.

Elara froze with her hand on the burning cheek.

Valeria didn’t come to her senses right away. A shiver ran from her ass up her spine, and her pussy fluttered again, sloppy, leaking, the aftershocks arriving late and mean. Her knees tried to drop. I held her hips and stayed buried so she had something to clamp on while her head was somewhere else. Another trickle ran over my sack, warmer than the first. She drooled. She twitched. She made a broken “hnng—” that went nowhere.

“My lady…” I said, and even that was more for the room than for her.

Valeria probably didn’t hear it.

Elara heard the result anyway. She lifted her hand and hit her again, harder this time, strength still checked so it stayed a sting and heat instead of a blow meant to drop a maid. The smack landed on skin that was already stinging. Valeria’s wrecked body shoved back onto me when it connected, greedy without sense, her hole tightening in a flutter that milked the shaft through the leftover orgasm. A fresh bead of slick squeezed out around me and ran down her thigh in a shining line.

“Ahh—haa—my lady—!”

The words came late, dragged out of a woman who was only now climbing back into her own head. Her voice was thick. Her eyes were wet. Elara took the other cheek and put more into it. The smack was louder now. Valeria’s voice went higher, raw, and her cunt stayed sloppy around me, too sensitive, clutching at every inch as if the first slap had left a switch stuck on.

That wasn’t enough. Elara kept going, not wild, only firmer, each spank after a thrust, so Valeria took the cock and the palm together. Her ass bounced between us. The red deepened under noble fingers until the prints overlapped. Elara’s breathing changed against Valeria’s back, small and interested, as if that first helpless climax had taught her something she intended to use.

I hooked Valeria’s right knee up onto the desk while she was still half-gone.

She opened for it. The new spread made her shallower and tighter at the same time. The soaked rim stretched wide enough that I could see how glossy she was where we joined. I slid through that mess and found a spot that made her foot kick and her toes curl on nothing. Slick ran over the wood in a puddle. I could hear when I tapped against her, a sticky little kiss under us. From that angle, her clit was easy to see, swollen and dark, catching the edge of the desk. I put my thumb there and rubbed in tight, wet circles while I kept fucking her, and the nub twitched under the pad like a separate pulse.

“Nnahhh—!! Haa—!”

She came again on that, weaker and sloppier than the slap, a second wave that had nothing left to hold back. Her cunt seized and poured around the shaft, skin slapping through a mess. Her thighs shook against my hip. I stayed inside her through the shaking and felt every clench travel from her rim to the head. Elara added one more controlled spank at the peak, and Valeria wailed, clamping down harder, a fresh splash hitting the rug under the desk.

I pulled out while she was still twitching and pushed the dripping head into Elara’s mouth. Elara tasted that climax on me, Valeria’s slick, the foam along the ridge, the heat coming off the skin, and her throat worked around it. Spit and the other woman’s wetness mixed on her tongue and spilled from the corner of her lips onto Valeria’s spine in a warm trickle. I held it there a second, feeling her swallow, then dragged it free and buried it back in that pulsing hole to the root.

Valeria’s arms almost gave out.

I dropped her knee, hauled her hips back until her ass sat heavy in my hands, and used short, deep shoves that stayed inside more than they left. Elara remained crouched over her, one hand spreading a burning cheek so I could watch the stretch, the way Valeria’s lips clung and turned out on the pull, glossy and swollen, and then swallowed me again. I reached under her and found a covered heavy breast mashed to the desk, the nipple hard, and rolled it between wet fingers. Valeria made a raw noise that did not belong to a woman who spent her life standing behind chairs.

“Jack—my lady—ahhhn~~!!”

I put my other hand in Elara’s hair and used her mouth twice more on the withdrawals, sloppy enough that the head punched her throat, and she drooled a fresh coat down to the base, thick strings breaking on her chin. Then I slammed back into Valeria before that coat could thin. The contrast stacked on itself. Silk and then a squeeze. Cool spit and then that used heat pulling me in, the smell of sex rising off both of them, Valeria’s moan vibrating through the desk into my arms. She was past clean words. The wood scraped an inch at a time. Every meeting of our hips sent another wet slap through the room, and another tremor up her thighs.

I felt it gather low, heavy, inevitable.

“UGH!”

I drove in to the hilt, locked against her red ass so not even air sat between us, and came in hard pulses, thick and deep. Each twitch shoved another load into that gripping cunt until it had nowhere tidy to sit. I chose even ‘yes’ while I was still finishing, while her walls were still milking the shaft. Part of it left the ordinary mess and took. The rest stayed heavy and leaked around me in white that welled out every time she clenched, hot against my skin, sliding down to where we were joined. That load was big.

I kept her stuffed through the last spurt, grinding so the head stayed pressed to the deepest point, feeling her aftershocks flutter around the sensitivity, then drew out slow enough that I could watch the shaft come free, shining, and the hole try to close behind it.

Her pussy stayed spread for a breath, shiny and used, a fat bead of cum swelling at the entrance and spilling over her clit in a slow line that caught the light.

Elara climbed down. My eyes widened.

She went to her knees on the rug, put both hands on those burning cheeks, and pulled them apart until the dripping slit and the tight hole above it were held wide. The air would have felt cold on Valeria there. Cum hung off her in a thick string and broke on Elara’s waiting tongue. Elara leaned in and licked it up from the bottom, one long drag from clit to rim, taking the taste first, no idea what kind of taste was coming out of her and the leftover heat of what I had put in her.

“Hnnn—my lady—ahh—!”

Elara sealed her mouth over the mess and sucked, a wet, ugly sound that filled the space under the desk. Her tongue pushed into the leftover, scooped what the pregnancy had not taken, and she swallowed with her eyes still open. She spread Valeria wider and went again, slower this time, cleaning the inner folds, the drip that had started down the thigh, the white caught at the stretched edge. When Valeria clenched, more leaked in a sudden bead, and Elara chased that too, kissing the open hole, chin shining, spit and cum stringing off her mouth onto the rug between her knees.

Valeria’s legs shook hard enough that Elara had to hold her open. Her ass stayed marked from both of us, hot under noble fingers, the prints overlapping. Elara kept her there and ate what ran out, messy and thorough, until the line down those thick thighs finally broke and there was nothing left on the outside but a wet shine and the faint twitch of a woman who couldn’t stand yet.

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