Her finger, light as a whisper, pressed gently against my lips, halting everything. My heart skipped, suddenly thrown into confusion. Was that it? Had I crossed the line?

I froze, my breath caught in my throat.

"So Nala's really okay with this?" she whispered. "I don't wanna be a homewrecker. Again."

I kissed her fingertip, then her lips.

It was deep, wet, hungry. I grabbed her hips, lifted her onto my lap in one motion. She gasped into my mouth when my cock pressed hard against her through our clothes.

I unzipped fast, shoved my pants down just enough, and let my cock slap against the seam of her tight pants, leaving a fat streak of precum on the black fabric.

"Fuck, Evan…" she breathed, grinding down.

I squeezed that glorious ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, pulled her tighter. She moaned loud and shameless.

I yanked her sweater up and off, tugged her bra cups down, and her big tits spilled free, pink nipples already stiff. I groaned and sucked one into my mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, fingers threading through my hair, holding me there. "Slow, slow down—"

"No chance," I growled, switching nipples. "You're fucking perfect."

"Kiss me."

I let her nipple go with a wet pop and crushed my mouth to hers again. She ground harder, soaking through her pants, my cock sliding between her clothed cheeks, painting everything slick.

This was just… no words. I was in heaven.

Kayla kicked off her boots, hooked her thumbs into those skin-tight black pants, and peeled them down her thick thighs in one slow roll. No panties. Her pussy was so wet it glistened, a clear string of arousal stretching from her lips to her thigh as the fabric pulled away.

"Fucking hell," I rasped, staring. "No panties?"

She grabbed my cock, lined me up, and sank down in one long, greedy glide until I was buried to the hilt.

"Oh my God," she moaned, head falling back, eyes fluttering shut. "I love your cock… it's so fucking good… so thick, fuck…"

My Erogenous Insight flared. A faint pink line glowed along the side of her neck, right where it curved into her throat. Perfect.

I sat up, wrapped one arm around her waist, and dragged my tongue up that glowing line, slow and wet. She shuddered hard.

"Right there, Evan, fuck, right there—"

I licked again, harder, then sucked the spot between my teeth grazing skin. Pleasure 20 hit her like lightning. Her pussy clamped down, spasming wildly.

"OH FUCKKK!" she screamed, nails raking my shoulders as she came, gushing around my cock, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

I kept licking, kept thrusting shallow through her orgasm, growling against her neck, "That's it, baby… cum all over me… this ass is fucking unreal."

She was still trembling when I crushed my mouth to hers again, swallowing the aftershocks.

Then I pulled back just enough to rasp, "I need a better view of that ass. Now."

We moved in a blur. I stood, spun her around, and bent her over the armrest. She planted her hands on the cushions, arched her back hard, and shoved that perfect, fat ass high in the air, legs spread, dripping for me.

I stepped up, dragged my cock through her soaked folds once, twice, then slammed home in one brutal thrust.

"Fuck yes!" she cried, shoving back to meet me. "Wreck me!"

I set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every stroke made that glorious ass jiggle, made her tits swing beneath her.

"Look at this fucking ass," I groaned, gripping both cheeks hard, spreading them wide so I could watch myself disappear inside her over and over. "So fat… so perfect… made to take my cock."

I slapped one cheek hard. The crack echoed; she jolted forward and moaned louder.

"Again, please—"

I slapped the other even harder, leaving a bright red handprint. "You love that, don't you? Love getting this perfect ass spanked while I fuck you stupid?"

"Yes, fuck, yes! Harder!"

I gave her everything, deep, brutal strokes, sharp spanks that turned her ass cherry-red, filthy praise about how gorgeous she looked bouncing on my dick. She was already climbing again, pussy fluttering, breath coming in desperate sobs of my name.

My phone buzzed on the couch beside us like a fire alarm.

Kayla's eyes flicked to the screen, Nala's name glowing bright. A wicked smirk curled her lips. Before I could move she snatched it up.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed.

"Let's see if you're really telling the truth," she teased, and swiped answer.

She put it on speaker.

"Hey, Evan," Nala's velvet voice filled the room, "we're waiting for you. Dinner's getting cold."

Kayla didn't even hesitate. She rolled her hips once, slow and deep, then purred into the phone, "Hey, Ms. Nolin. Evan's balls-deep in my pussy right now. He can't come to dinner, sorry."

I froze, cock twitching inside her. "What the fuck—"

"I'm Kayla," she continued, voice breathy but smug. "We never met properly before… oh, God, right there, Evan, push that cock deeper—"

I snatched the phone, laughing despite myself. "Hey, uh, sorry. Got tied up with a friend."

Nala's tone went from curious to amused in half a second. "Downstairs, huh? And who exactly is Kayla?"

"Like I said, a friend."

"Where are you?"

Same floor you girls and Delilah… well, you know."

A low, filthy chuckle. "Are you really fucking her right now?"

"Yeah."

"Is she tight?"

"So fucking tight."

"Tighter than me?"

I grinned. "Is that a trick question?"

Nala laughed, soft and dangerous. "I think I'll… mm. Nevermind. Guess we'll talk later."

Click.

Kayla tossed the phone aside and slammed her ass back against me. "Holy shit, how did you even land a woman like that? And in an open relationship? You're living the dream."

I grabbed her hips and started pounding again, hard, wet slaps echoing off the walls. Every thrust forced another thick drop of her arousal to the marble floor, leaving a growing puddle beneath us.

"Look at you," I growled, leaning over her back, licking that glowing pink line on her neck again. "Dripping like a faucet while I'm on the phone with my girlfriend. Such a dirty little slut."

She moaned loud, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Your cock feels unreal… fuck, I might get addicted. This is nothing like that massage table. You're so much bigger now, harder… what the fuck did you do to yourself?"

I smiled against her skin. "Hey, I just get better at sex. What do you know?"

I grabbed both her wrists, yanked her arms behind her back, and pinned them at the small of her spine. The new angle arched her harder, ass high and proud.

And God, that ass.

Fat, round, flawless. Every brutal thrust sent perfect ripples across both cheeks, the flesh bouncing and jiggling like it was made for porn. Red handprints glowed on the pale skin; the sight alone almost made me lose it. She looked obscene bent over the armrest, tits swinging, back bowed, pussy swallowing my cock over and over, wetness streaking down her thighs and splattering the floor with every slam.

"Fuck, look at this perfect fucking ass," I rasped, slapping it again, watching it quake. "Built to be fucked, built to be owned."

Kayla screamed into the cushion as another orgasm tore through her, pussy spasming, squirting hard enough to splash my thighs.

I didn't stop. Just kept railing her, wrists locked in my grip, that glorious ass rippling endlessly, her broken moans filling the entire room.

I pulled out with a filthy, wet plop and spun her around. Kayla barely had time to gasp before I hooked my hands under her thighs and hoisted her into the air like she weighed nothing. She locked her ankles behind my back instantly, arms around my neck, and we crashed into another bruising kiss as I slammed back inside her in one smooth thrust.

Her back hit the wall beside the door with a soft thud. I pinned her there, hips snapping, fucking her standing, deep and relentless. Her tits bouncing wildly with every stroke, her soaked pussy making obscene squelching sounds that echoed off the marble.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," she panted against my mouth. "Keep fucking me, Evan, don't you dare stop—"

I drove into her harder, the wall shaking, her ass slapping against my hips with every brutal thrust. "You love this cock, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Keep going. Keep fucking goin. Oh…"

She screamed into my shoulder when I hit that perfect angle, pussy fluttering around me again.

Her phone started buzzing in the pocket of her discarded pants, vibrating against the floor.

I grinned, wicked. "Your turn."

Still holding her in the air, cock buried deep, I leaned down, fished the phone out with two fingers, and saw Mendy's name flashing.

Kayla's eyes went huge. "No, Evan, don't you fucking dare—"

"Too late." I swiped answer, put it on speaker, and held it up beside her head. Then I licked a slow stripe up her glowing weak spot and started pounding her again, harder than before.

"H-hello?" Mendy's voice, sweet and nervous. "Kayla? Hope it's not a bad time…"

"N-no," Kayla choked out, voice already cracking as I slammed into her. "What's up, Mendy?"

Her tits bounced like crazy, nipples brushing my chest with every thrust. I dragged my tongue up her neck again, sucked hard on that pink line, then dropped to bite one stiff nipple. She slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan.

"I was going to… talk about Evan," Mendy said shyly.

I slowed just enough to listen, cock throbbing inside Kayla's spasming pussy.

"What about him?" Kayla managed, breath hitching every time I bottomed out.

"I, um… did I call at a bad time?"

"No, no," Kayla laughed, high and desperate. "I was just… running. Doing squats. Oh—"

I slammed in deep and held there, grinding against her clit. Her eyes rolled back.

"Oh, right," Mendy said, voice suddenly small and nervous. "Well… um… I've been thinking about Evan a lot lately and… God, this is harder than I thought…"

I slowed my thrusts to a cruel, teasing grind, letting Kayla feel every inch while she tried to stay coherent.

"Mendy?" Kayla managed, breath hitching as I rolled my hips once. "It's okay… what's wrong, honey? You can tell me…"

Mendy took a shaky breath. "I… I think I'm falling for him. Like… really falling. I know it sounds crazy, but every time I see him I just… my heart goes stupid and I can't think straight and—"

Another slow, filthy thrust. Kayla's eyes fluttered, her pussy clenched hard around me.

"—and I keep replaying that night. The dinner, I mean. how gentle he was, how safe I felt, and I… I think I love him, Kayla. I'm in love with Evan."

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