Chapter 343: Sinful Latina MILF Got Even More Hotter
"I’m so happy you came, Alex," Sofia said, pressing herself tightly against me, her full breasts squishing warmly into my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I had to," I replied, dropping the boutique bag from my hand so my arms could slide down to rest on her lower back, pulling her even closer. "Your message sounded urgent."
Sofia pulled back just enough to look up at me, her dark eyes filled with a mix of relief, nervousness, and that familiar spark of desire.
"What’s this?" she asked, glancing down at the boutique bag I had just dropped.
"Oh, it’s just my suit," I said. "I have a party to attend tonight."
She picked up the bag, took my hand, and led me inside, closing the door behind us with a soft click. The house was quiet, the curtains drawn to keep out the bright afternoon sun, creating a cool, intimate atmosphere.
Sofia placed the bag on the table beside the couch and turned to face me again, still holding my hand. Her body was close, her scent, a mix of her natural warmth and a light perfume, filling the space between us.
"Come here," Sofia said, sitting down on the couch and motioning for me to sit close to her.
This was the same couch where I had taken Sofia for the first time, the same couch on which I had made her cry with pleasure. The memory flashed through my mind as I sat down beside her.
She leaned into me and rested herself on my chest, like she needed my warmth and support right now. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer.
Her body was as sinful as ever, her massive breasts barely contained by the thin white vest, soft and heavy against my side, and her thick thighs pressing warmly against mine, making my already hard cock, from the earlier teasing with Aria, throb even harder in my pants.
"What happened, baby?" I asked gently, putting my hand under her chin to tilt her face up so I could look at her.
Sofia’s cheeks were turned pink, she was blushing, still trying to find comfort in my arms. Her dark eyes were a little watery, a mix of nervousness and vulnerability showing through.
"Just stay with me, Alex," Sofia said, putting her hand on my t-shirt and clinging to me like she didn’t want me to go anywhere. Her fingers gripped the fabric tightly, her body pressing even closer as if my presence alone could make everything better.
I held her there, my arm wrapped securely around her soft, curvy frame. Her head rested on my chest, her breathing gradually slowing as she relaxed against me. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of our breathing.
I pulled up her face and kissed her, slow and deep, my lips pressing against hers with a mix of comfort and hunger.
Sofia melted into the kiss, her body relaxing slightly in my arms as if my touch alone could make everything feel a little less overwhelming.
"Come here, baby," I said softly, guiding her to stand up. She rose, and her thick body jiggled from everywhere, her heavy breasts swaying under the thin white vest, her soft belly, and her wide hips moving with every small shift.
She carefully lowered herself onto my lap, straddling me, and immediately hid her face in my chest again, still not able to speak.
"I’m here, baby. What was so urgent?" I asked, my hand sliding up her side until it found her breast. I squeezed it gently, feeling its fullness, and a small bead of warm milk leaked out from under the thin fabric, soaking through the vest.
"Ahh, Alex..." she moaned softly, putting her hand over mine and making me squeeze harder, like she couldn’t get enough of the sensation.
"I have to tell you something," she said, finally lifting her head to look into my eyes, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
"Alex... I’m pregnant," Sofia said slowly, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as she looked straight into my eyes.
I couldn’t think of what to say. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
"After that day in the store, I started feeling nauseous and couldn’t stop vomiting," she continued, her voice soft but steady, though there was a clear tremor of nervousness underneath. "I took a pregnancy test last night... it’s positive, Alex."
She pulled back slightly on my lap, her hand moving down to rest on her belly. The thin white vest she was wearing had ridden up, leaving her soft stomach exposed.
There was no visible bump yet, but the way she touched herself, gently and protectively, made the reality sink in even deeper. Her fingers traced small circles over the smooth skin, as if she was already imagining the life growing inside her.
Sofia’s breathing was a little uneven, her full breasts rising and falling under the thin fabric of her vest. She looked beautiful and vulnerable at the same time, her Latina features flushed with emotion, her dark eyes searching mine for any sign of how I was taking the news.
"Wait, you are not joking right?" I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I intended, still trying to wrap my head around her words.
"I’m pregnant with your child, Alex," Sofia said again, her hand resting gently on her belly as if to emphasize the truth of it. Her dark eyes stayed locked on mine, sincere and vulnerable, with no trace of humor.
My mind immediately flashed back to the dream I had yesterday, the way all the women had turned up pregnant one by one, announcing it in my living room while I stood there in shock. And now this was becoming reality.
"And you know my husband was in Mexico when we first met," Sofia continued, her voice steady but soft. "I haven’t been with him, or anyone else, since then, except you, Alex."
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