Chapter 947

Chapter 947: Chapter 947

The pace never slowed. I kept slamming into her, the wet sound growing louder and messier as her body produced more slickness. Delilah’s arms trembled. She turned her face to the side so she could breathe, cheek pressed against the blanket, mouth open. Soft, continuous sounds spilled out of her with every impact.

"It feels... so fucking deep like this," she managed between thrusts. "You’re stretching me open... using me on my own daughter’s bed... you’re completely insane, Evan."

I leaned over her a little more, changing the angle so I could drive even deeper, and the new position made her cry out.

"Fuck... yes... right there..." she gasped, pushing back harder. "Don’t you dare stop. Keep using this ass... keep fucking your friend’s mother like the filthy boy you are."

The words only pushed me further. I gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her with short, brutal strokes, the head of my cock dragging against the tight walls on every thrust. Delilah’s whole body started to shake. Her soft belly swung under her. Sweat darkened the collar of the tiny white blouse. The short skirt was completely useless now, bunched up around her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I could feel her getting close, the way her asshole began to flutter and squeeze in stronger pulses, the way her moans turned higher and more desperate. She fisted the blanket harder, face pressed into the mattress, ass still pushed back to take every hard thrust.

"I’m... I’m going to..." she choked out.

The orgasm hit her.

Her asshole clamped down hard around my cock in powerful contractions that almost locked me in place. A long, raw cry tore out of her throat as she came, body shaking and trembling under me. I kept thrusting through it, feeling every strong pulse milk and squeeze my shaft while she fell apart.

When the climax finally started to fade she stayed right where she was, face down in the mattress, ass still raised, the too-small uniform soaked with sweat and clinging to her flushed skin. Her breathing was ragged. Strands of hair stuck to her neck and cheeks. The white blouse was half-transparent from sweat, the stretched fabric outlining every soft curve. The tiny skirt was still flipped up, leaving her used, shiny asshole and the soft cheeks of her ass completely on display. She looked wrecked, filthy, and so fucking sexy it almost hurt to look at her.

I stayed buried deep inside her, chest heaving, staring down at the sight of my best friend’s mother destroyed on her daughter’s bed in clothes that barely contained her.

I drove into her one last time until my hips were flush against her soft ass. Delilah let out a long, low groan that vibrated through her whole body. Then I pulled out slowly, watching the tight ring of her asshole cling to every thick inch before it finally released me with a wet sound.

I stepped off the bed, wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm, and reached for her. Both hands closed around her ankles. I dragged her toward the edge of the mattress until her hips hung off the side, then hooked my arms under her knees and lifted. She yelped once as her back settled against my chest, her full weight resting on my forearms. The tiny white blouse strained even harder across her tits in this position. The short dark skirt was still flipped up uselessly around her waist.

I leaned in and dragged my tongue up the side of her sweaty neck.

"Put it back in."

Delilah reached down between us without hesitation. Her fingers wrapped around my still rock-hard, shiny with her, veins standing out, and guided the swollen head back to her stretched asshole. She pushed down while I lifted her slightly, and the tight heat swallowed me again in one long, smooth slide. We both groaned when I bottomed out.

I carried her like that across the room, every step making my cock shift deep inside her ass. When we reached the full-length wardrobe mirror I stopped and faced us toward the glass.

The reflection was almost unreal.

Delilah’s mature body was folded open in my arms, knees hooked over my forearms, back pressed to my chest. Ivy’s old white blouse was stretched to the limit across her heavy breasts, buttons gaping, soft skin and the dark edges of her areolas visible between the strained fabric. She looked filthy, wrecked, and so fucking sexy that my cock throbbed hard inside her.

"Look at yourself," I muttered against her ear, starting to move. I lifted her and dropped her in short, heavy strokes, using her own weight to fuck her ass on my cock. "Your daughter’s uniform... her bed... and now her mirror. You’re taking every inch of your best friend’s cock up the ass while we both watch."

Delilah’s head tipped back against my shoulder. Her eyes stayed locked on the reflection. "Fuck... look at how stretched I am. You’re so fucking deep like this... I can see everything."

I kept the pace steady and hard, the wet sound of her asshole taking me filling the quiet room. Every upward lift and downward drop made her full tits bounce inside the too-small blouse. The mirror showed it all, the way her soft body jiggled, the shiny stretch of her hole around my shaft, the filthy contrast of the schoolgirl clothes on a grown woman’s body.

Nah, no way I’d be holding myself back anymore. I was trying my best not to cum but... it was becoming quite the sturggle.

"You love this," I groaned, thrusting up into her harder. "You love being folded open and used in your daughter’s clothes. Look how wet you are. Look how easily this ass is taking me now."

"I do," she panted, watching herself get fucked. "I look so fucking dirty... my daughter’s best friend is balls-deep in my ass and I’m just letting him carry me around and use me. Keep going..."