"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.
