MILF Paradise System-Chapter 206: Breeding the Pregnant MILF

"Ahh, Alex..." Shyla moaned, voice trembling with relief and pleasure. She stayed still for a moment, just feeling my cock fill her completely after so many months of neglect, her pussy pulsing around my length, adjusting to the stretch, juices dripping down my shaft and coating my balls.

I was leaning back on the sofa, arms spread along the backrest, letting her take control. Shyla started moving, slowly at first, lifting her hips a few inches before sinking back down, riding me in gentle, rolling motions.

Her thick thighs flexed with every rise and fall, ass cheeks jiggling softly against my lap, pregnant belly swaying slightly with the rhythm. Her heavy breasts bounced gently, still leaking milk that trailed down her skin in slow rivulets, nipples stiff and dark.

She rode me like she’d been starving for this, slow, deep, savoring every inch sliding in and out of her warm, neglected pussy. Her moans grew steadier, breathier, soft "ahh... yes..." sounds every time she bottomed out, grinding her clit against my base. Her hands rested on my thighs for balance, nails digging lightly into my skin as she picked up the pace just a fraction, rolling her hips in small circles to feel me hit every sensitive spot inside her.

But I wasn’t going to leave her breasts unattended while she enjoyed my cock. I slid both hands up from her waist, cupping her heavy, leaking breasts from behind and pulling her back tightly against my chest.

Her warm skin pressed flush against mine, her pregnant belly resting softly above my lap as I forced her legs to spread wider. Her thick thighs parted fully, her feet sliding forward until they planted on the sofa cushion beside my own, her knees bent and open, exposing her completely.

She leaned back against me, her head falling against my shoulder, her back arched, her breasts thrust forward into my hands, her pussy still impaled on my cock as I held her in this fully reclined, vulnerable position.

"Come here, Shyla," I said, voice low and commanding as I squeezed her breasts hard from behind, fingers sinking deep into the full, swollen flesh like I was going to extract every last drop of milk from them.

Shyla cried out with pleasure, her pussy clenching tight around my cock at the sudden rough grip on her breasts. Milk squirted from both nipples in thin white streams, spraying across the floor and dripping down her belly as I kneaded her relentlessly.

The warm liquid coated my palms, ran between my fingers, and trickled down her skin in glistening trails while her body shook against mine.

I kept moving my hips beneath her, short, upward thrusts that made my cock throb and pulse inside her tight, wet pussy with every push. Each roll lifted her slightly, then dropped her back down onto my full length, the head nudging deep against her cervix, stirring her from the inside while her ass ground against my lap.

I pinched her nipples hard, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, tugging outward until they throbbed red and swollen, making her cry out again, voice cracking with the mix of sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around my cock in response, walls fluttering wildly, milking me as fresh wetness flooded out around my shaft.

"Ahh... Alex... yes... harder..." she gasped, head lolling back against my shoulder, long hair spilling over my chest. Her hands gripped my forearms where they wrapped around her, nails digging in as she rode the rhythm I set, breasts bouncing in my rough grip, milk leaking steadily, pussy stretched and dripping around my thrusting cock.

"I’m a bad wife, Alex... oh god, it’s so hot," Shyla moaned as my dick fucked her, her voice breaking into desperate little gasps with every deep thrust. Her pregnant body rocked against me, thighs trembling around my waist, leaking breasts bouncing with the rhythm as milk trailed down her skin.

"You are a filthy slut, Shyla," I said, voice rough and low, squeezing her boobs harder from behind. My fingers sank deep into the swollen flesh, milking her roughly.

"I love my husband, Alex... but your dick feels so good," she gasped, voice cracking with guilt and lust. "Fuck me harder, Alex... please..."

"You’ll get it harder, Shyla," I promised darkly. I stopped moving my hips and lifted her off my cock in one smooth motion, my dick sliding free from her soaked pussy with a wet sound, leaving her hole gaping and dripping. She whimpered at the emptiness, legs shaking as I stood up.

I made her turn around and sit on the sofa, leaning back against the cushions so she was practically lying down, her pregnant belly fully exposed, round and glowing in the moonlight, breasts still leaking, thighs spread wide.

I stepped between her legs, gripping her knees and pushing them apart further, opening her completely. Her pussy glistened, swollen lips parted, clit throbbing, wetness coating her inner thighs and the sofa beneath her.

"Alex... you gonna fuck me like this?" Shyla asked, voice trembling with anticipation. Her eyes flicked down to my throbbing cock hovering near her pregnant belly, then back up to my face, needy and pleading, ready for whatever came next.

"Yeah, Shyla," I said, voice dark and possessive. I placed my hard cock right on her pregnant belly, thick shaft resting heavy against the smooth, taut skin, and started rubbing it slowly up and down. The head nudged just below her navel, leaving a slick trail of precum across her belly as I ground against her.

Shyla watched with wide, dark eyes, her breath hitching every time the head brushed her navel, her leaking nipples dripping faster as her arousal built again.

Shyla was so fucking hot, her swollen, milk-heavy breasts heaving with every breath, nipples dark and leaking steadily as she lay back on the sofa, legs spread wide, pregnant belly rising proudly between us. The sight of her like that, fully exposed, thighs glistening with arousal, pussy already swollen and dripping, made my cock ache to fill her again and again, to pump her full of my warm cum until she overflowed.