After a few minutes of lying there, our bodies still tangled, breaths slowing, sweat cooling on our skin, I finally rolled off her. My cock slipped free from Asha’s pussy with a soft, wet sound, leaving her hole gaping slightly, thick white cum imdiately oozing out in slow, creamy trails. It dripped down her inner thighs and pooled on the sheets beneath her plump ass, marking her completely.
I stood up, and reached for my shorts and shirt on the floor. I pulled them on quickly, tucking my dick inside, then leaned back down over Asha.
She was completely spent, lying flat on her back, long black hair fanned out across the pillow, plump boobs rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths. Her nipples red and swollen from my bites, skin flushed and glowing. Her legs stayed parted slightly, pussy still leaking my cum in thick rivulets, the sight of her so thoroughly bred and satisfied making my cock twitch again even though I’d just emptied myself inside her.
I bent down and kissed her softly, lips brushing hers, tender this ti, tasting the faint salt of sweat and the lingering sweetness from earlier. She sighed into the kiss, arms lazily reaching up to hold my face for a mont before falling back to the bed.
"I’ll et you later, Asha," I whispered against her lips, voice low and soft as I gave her one final slow kiss.
She’d probably stay like that until her mother ca back. Maya would walk in and see exactly how her sweet daughter had been used tonight, how full and happy she looked after taking my cock. The sight would make Maya crave even more, knowing her own daughter had been bred the sa way she wanted.
I slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door softly behind , and started walking back toward the lobby entrance of the beach house.
The backyard was dark and silent, only the faint glow of night lights along the walls guiding my way.
As I walked toward the door, soone called from above.
"Hey, Alex... you can’t sleep, huh?"
I looked up. The voice ca from a balcony overlooking the backyard.
It was Shyla, standing there in a soft maxi dress for the night, the thin fabric clinging to her pregnant belly and hugging her juicy boobs. The dress was low cut, showing deep cleavage, her nipples faintly outlined beneath it in the moonlight.
"Hey, Shyla... is that your room?" I asked, looking toward the balcony attached to what appeared to be a private suite.
"Yeah," she said, smiling down at . "You can’t sleep, huh?" Her tone was light and curious, like she hadn’t seen co out of Maya and Asha’s room and had just noticed wandering the backyard late at night.
"Yeah, I can’t sleep," I replied, stepping closer to the balcony so I could look up at her better. "You too?"
"Yeah, Alex... I can’t sleep either," she said, resting one hand on her belly and the other on the railing. "Would you like a cup of hot chocolate? It might help you sleep."
Olivia was waiting for in my room, thick and ready, but now Shyla was inviting up to hers. I had been waiting all day for so alone ti with Shyla, but I couldn’t find a single chance earlier. Today her husband was out of town, staying the night away, just like she had told . This was the perfect mont to finally get close to her, and the way she invited up for "hot chocolate" with that knowing smile... I couldn’t say no.
"Yeah, hot chocolate sounds good, Shyla," I said, my voice calm but already thick with anticipation.
"Co up, Alex. You can take those stairs," she replied, pointing to a separate spiral staircase tucked into the corner of the backyard, closer to her balcony. Her room probably had access from both the lobby and the back, making it private and quiet.
"Coming," I said, moving toward the stairs.
They were narrow spiral stairs, tal and slightly creaky under my weight as I climbed. The night air cooled my skin, stars bright overhead, distant waves rolling in a soft rhythm. At the top, Shyla opened a door that had been locked from the inside. I stepped out onto the balcony after reaching the door.
"Hey," she said, her eyes lighting up as she saw . Her maxi dress glowed softly in the moonlight, hugging her round pregnant belly and the heavy swell of her breasts, the fabric thin enough to hint at the stiff nipples beneath.
"Hey," I replied, stepping onto the balcony. We both moved toward her room door together through the open space, the cool breeze brushing past us.
"Please make yourself at ho, Alex," Shyla said warmly, gesturing toward a comfortable sofa on the balcony that had a perfect view of the starry night outside.
"Thanks," I said, sitting down. The cushion was soft, the night air fresh, but my eyes stayed on her, on the way the dress clung to her curves as she turned.
"I’ll be back quickly with hot chocolate," Shyla said with a small smile, then disappeared inside toward her kitchen to prepare it for us.
I leaned back on the sofa, my cock already stirring in my shorts again, the anticipation thick in the air. The balcony was quiet, with only the faint sound of waves and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.
After a few minutes, Shyla ca back with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. The rich, sweet aroma filled the balcony. She handed one, her fingers brushing mine briefly, then sat close beside on the sofa.
I blew gently on the hot chocolate to cool it, then took a sip. It was really delicious, smooth and rich, perfectly sweet, with just the right warmth spreading through my chest.
Shyla sipped hers too, her eyes flicking to over the rim of her cup, a small smile playing on her lips. She watched drink as if she were enjoying the simple mont, but there was sothing else in her gaze, sothing hungry and patient.
Then I noticed it.
"Shyla... I think you’re leaking milk," I said quietly, nodding toward her chest.
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