Chapter 961

Chapter 961: Chapter 961

She didn’t answer with words, only a soft, broken sound as I slipped one finger inside her. Her walls fluttered around the single digit, hot and tight. I added a second, curling them gently while my thumb kept stroking her clit in steady circles. Layla’s hips gave a small, involuntary roll against my hand.

The couple had gotten louder. The woman’s moans were muffled around her partner’s cock; the wet suction sounds mixed with the soft creak of the shelf she still had one hand on. Her partner’s free hand was tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper.

I fucked Layla slowly with my fingers, the wetness making every movement easy and filthy. Her pants were already damp where my hand worked. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to stay silent, but small whimpers kept escaping every time I pressed against that sensitive spot inside her.

"That’s it," I murmured. "Just feel it. No one can see us. Just you and me."

Her breathing turned shallow and quick. The hand on my forearm tightened. I could feel her starting to tighten around my fingers, little rhythmic pulses that grew stronger with every stroke. I kept the pace steady, not rushing, letting the pleasure build until her thighs were trembling against the chair.

Out in the aisle the woman pulled off her partner’s cock with a wet pop, stroked him a few times, then took him deep again. The man groaned, hips jerking. Layla’s eyes stayed locked on them even as her own body started to shake.

I curled my fingers harder, thumb rubbing faster circles over her swollen clit. Layla’s free hand flew up and covered her own mouth. Her whole body tensed, then she came.

It hit her in a long, rolling wave, her cunt clenching hard around my fingers in strong squeezes, wetness flooding out and soaking the front of her pants and my hand. Her hips jerked against my palm; a muffled, desperate sound escaped around the hand she had pressed over her mouth. The orgasm stretched out, pulse after pulse, leaving her trembling and gasping quietly against my chest while the couple in the aisle kept going, completely unaware.

I kept my fingers moving through the aftershocks, gentler now, until the last tremor faded and she slumped back against me, breathing hard, pants thoroughly soaked.

The woman suddenly peeked around the shelf and looked straight at us. I pulled my hands out of Layla’s pants in an instant. From the desk they could only see the upper half of her body.

"Hey, can we use the floor too?" the woman called. "We brought our own little blanket."

"Sure," I answered for Layla. "Just keep it clean, alright?"

"Clean as rain." She smiled at me, then disappeared back into the aisle with her partner.

The second they were out of sight I slid my hand back into Layla’s open pants and started rubbing her again. My other hand slipped under her t-shirt and rested on the warm curve of her pregnant belly, stroking slowly.

"I can’t take it anymore," Layla whispered, voice shaky. "These stupid pregnancy hormones are messing me up so bad."

I pushed two fingers deeper inside her. "Add me to the list of things messing you up."

She let out a soft, needy sound. I pulled my hands free, stood, and carefully lifted her under the thighs.

"Careful, the baby!"

"I am, I am. Calm down."

I sat in her chair and settled her onto my lap. Layla lifted her hips, turned so she was facing me, and glanced back toward the aisle. The couple had spread their blanket on the floor; the man was still recording while the woman straddled him.

I unbuckled my pants. My cock sprang free, already hard. Layla looked down at it, eyes widening a little.

"Fuck... it’s been so long since I’ve seen one..."

"And it’s been so long since I’ve seen a gorgeous pregnant woman like you, Layla."

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 45 / 60

Kayla: Interest: 46 / 60

Tessa: Interest: 50 / 60

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100

Delilah: Interest: 100 / 100

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100

Mendy: Interest: 20 / 40

Nala: Interest: 100 / 100

Penelope: Interest: 31 / 40

Minne: Interest: 38 / 40

Ivy: Interest: 25 / 80

Eleanor: Interest: 100 / 40

Amelia: Interest: 21 / 40

Esme: Interest: 72 / 80

Carrie: Interest: 4 / 20

Layla: Interest: 94 / 100

Emma: Interest: 20 / 40

Sophia: Interest: 6 / 20

Vessa: Interest: 5 / 20

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She wrapped her fingers around my cock, glanced once more at the couple, then guided me to her entrance and sank down. Inch by inch her pussy stretched around me... fuuck... hot, slick, and perfect. Not the tightest I’d ever felt, but so fucking good it made my head tip back.

We both moaned at the same time. This was really happening.

I pushed her t-shirt up and tugged the nursing pads and bra down. The soft, full weight of her breasts spilled free. I leaned in and closed my mouth around one nipple. Warm milk immediately spilled onto my tongue, bitter at first, then strangely sweet. I drank deeper.

It was like a new whole... blank paper turned in front of me. I didn’t know this shit would be this tasty... man, I was a damn pervert. But, hey, fuck it. I couldn’t lie about this one. It felt fantastic, fucking Layla like that.

"Ah, fuck... feels so good when you drink it..." Layla’s voice was breathy. Her pussy clenched wetter around me. "It’s like... something heavy just lifted off my back..."

I kept suckling, swallowing every drop that came. She started grinding in slow circles on my cock, the wet sound of her moving on me mixing with the louder, filthier noises coming from the aisle. I glanced past her shoulder. The woman was riding her partner in reverse cowgirl now, still being filmed. Our eyes met. She smirked and bit her lower lip... she knew exactly what was happening behind the desk.

I smirked back and returned to Layla’s breasts, drinking until milk ran down my chin.

"Okay... leave some for the baby," she whispered, gently pushing my head back a little.

"I didn’t know I was this hungry for it," I groaned.

"And here I thought the pizza you bought was enough."

"Well, it turns out I’m still hungry."

"For me, I guess?" she moaned.

"Oh, you have no idea, Layla."