No... keep this now, I’m so sore. Are you comfortable?" Eva said, grinding her buttocks back against Jack’s pubic bone.
"I do feel comfortable, baby. You’re amazing," Jack managed to say, but Eva was already turning, her lips crashing into his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, hot and insistent, their breath mingling as she kissed him deeply.
They’d been joined for what felt like forever, and now, with their lips locked again, a new wave of heat surged through them. Jack sucked gently on her tongue, their mouths moving together, tasting each other, lost in the lingering high of their climax. Eva felt her thighs go numb at the base, and her legs closed again, entering a dreamy and lascivious reverie.
She’d already co, but the heat in the room hadn’t faded. Eva shifted, wanting to ease the tight press of her lips against Jack.
Jack’s hands stayed firm on her curves, but Eva gave a little roll of her hips, a soft signal that it was ti—his cock, still snug inside her, hadn’t fully softened, should be pulled out.
Jack teased her by gently pinching her soft and smooth buttocks, Eva slightly raised her head, her cheeks blushing as she glared at him.
Jack smiled slightly, and as he slowly pulled his cock out of her vagina, a hint of inexplicable confusion and loss appeared on Eva’s face.
As Jack slowly pulled out, his tip slipping free, her slick folds glistened, coated in their mixed wetness. Between her thighs, a thick, shiny strand stretched, clinging to them both, a reluctant thread still tying them together.
When he got ho, it was already evening.
Jack turned on the computer and began to record so of the ideas he had in the studio today.
Without a doubt, he also added his affair with Eva in the photographic studio to his record.
As he wrote, Jack realized that Eva had been a great help to him in the studio today, broadening his horizons significantly. If his work performance declined, wouldn’t that be unfair to her?
"Jack." Emily, who was cooking in the kitchen, asked, "Did you invite Nick over for dinner today?"
"Sorry, I forgot!" Jack slapped his head, feeling a bit disappointed.
"Today I went to the studio in the suburbs with Eva, and it was already very late when we ca back."
"I see. Let’s talk about it tomorrow then." Emily didn’t mind much.
ntioning Nick, Jack couldn’t help but think of Alia.
Nick probably had no hope of winning her over.
Alia had always been very popular in the company, almost surrounded by n all the ti.
But she turned them all down, kept her distance, and headed straight ho after her shift. She lived a tight, disciplined life—both on and off the clock.
At first, many n didn’t believe it, thinking Alia wasn’t that hard to pursue.
But after a few people ended up in a ss, no one dared to entertain the idea anymore except for Nick.
Jack was helpless about it.
Several tis, Jack advised Nick to change his target, like Mia Lawson, who was much easier to win over.
Although she was not as beautiful as Alia, she was still very attractive and had a great figure.
But now Nick was fixated on Alia, and nothing anyone said could change his mind.
Jack had no choice but to wait for him to give up on his own. After finishing up his work, Jack was about to shut down his computer when he suddenly saw Skype flashing.
Soone wanted to add him as a chat friend.
Jack was a bit puzzled because he only used it for work. How could soone add him?
Opening the friend request, Jack saw the reason for the request: [Hello, Jack, I am Alia.]
Jack was stunned. How did she know his account? Could it be that Nick told her?
It shouldn’t be. What did Alia want from him?
After so thought, Jack felt it was unnecessary to add her as a friend.
Partly because of Nick and he partly because he didn’t want to stir up any drama. He ignored Alia’s friend request, closed his laptop, and called it a night.
anwhile, at Alia’s ho, she was anxiously watching her computer.
She had sent the friend request almost half an hour ago, but still no response from Jack. The longer she waited, the more her mood soured.
Alia got Jack’s Skype account from Mia, who had asked Nick for a favor. Nick had initially thought Mia was pursuing Jack, so he readily agreed.
And Mia had her own thoughts. If Alia could get together with Jack, then Nick would have to give up.
Then she and Nick would have a chance, right?
Alia stared at the computer blankly, a mix of sadness and embarrassnt on her pretty face.
She shouldn’t have sent him a friend request. It was so embarrassing!
For the first ti in her life, she took the initiative to add a friend, only to end up like this!
As she was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and Alia quickly shut down the computer.
Alia’s mother, Jessica, ca in with a plate of fruit.
Dressed in a slinky camisole, her curves were on full display, her ample chest lifting the fabric.
Since they were at ho and no one else was around, Jessica wasn’t wearing a bra, making her large breasts very prominent.
"Take a rest, co and have so fruit," he said, setting the bowl on the table. "We’re heading out on vacation soon—any ideas where we’re going?"
"Not interested, Mom, I prefer staying at ho." Alia said dejectedly, looking absent-minded. She was just placating Jessica with her words, but in her heart, she was still thinking about why Jack didn’t accept her friend request.
What did he an by that? Did he have no interest in her at all? Then why did he help her that night and even carry her ho on his back?
The thought of pressing against Jack’s broad, warm chest sent a flush through Alia’s cheeks. Her heart pounded and she squird, her legs shifting restlessly.
Jessica was surprised. "Didn’t you say you wanted to go to Hawaii last ti? Why don’t you want to go now?"
"Mom, I’m really tired. I don’t want to go anywhere now. Just leave alone." Alia muttered. Hawaii was still on her mind, but she just wasn’t in the headspace for it now.
"Okay, then rest well," Jessica sighed, not pushing further, and quietly left Alia’s room.
She watched TV in the living room, but she was worried about Alia.
It was obvious Alia was hung up on soone, and things must’ve gone south to leave her this wrecked.
But who was the guy?
As Jessica thought about it, a tall and handso man’s figure suddenly flashed through her mind.
It was Jack. Alia must be thinking of him! Jessica had a vague impression of this young man, and it was a good impression.
For so reason, she suddenly thought of the bulge in Jack’s pants, and she felt a sudden heat in her body.
It had been a long ti since she and her husband had been intimate, and at Jessica’s age, she naturally felt unfulfilled desires.
She wondered how big that guy nad Jack’s cock was.
Definitely much bigger than her husband’s.
If Alia really dated him, could she handle such a big cock?
The image alone made Jessica’s panties damp.
Just then, the TV showed a passionate kiss between a man and a woman, which made Jessica’s heart race.
Back in the bedroom, Jessica lay on the bed, but her mind kept going back to the tent standing tall in Jack’s pants. She finally dozed off, her mind still hazy with the image.
Vaguely, Jessica felt a pair of hands climbing on her body, wandering between her chest and abdon.
Jessica instinctively wanted to resist, but her whole body was so weak that she couldn’t muster any strength, and could only let out a low moan as a protest.
Rather than a protest, it sounded more like a moan of desire, which clearly stimulated the owner of those hands, making them move faster on Jessica’s body.
After a while, the hands slowly slipped into Jessica’s clothes, finding their way to her chest. Fingers gently kneaded and caressed her breasts, the soft curves shifting and molding under their touch.
Due to weakness, Jessica’s expected shout was turned into an unconscious murmur, "No, let go of , who are you?"
Under skillful kneading from the other person, her nipples gradually stiffened, and her body beca hotter.
The hands skillfully pushed upwards, exposing Jessica’s tender breasts completely to the air. Her pink nipples turned into a light purple.
One hand left her breast, trailing down her stomach, fingers brushing over her navel and lower abdon. Every touch sent a shiver through Jessica, her skin tingling like electricity was coursing through her. Then, those devilish fingers slid lower, grazing through the soft curls between her legs. Jessica’s body went limp, a wave of helpless heat washing over her.
"Where is he going? What should I do? No! Except for my husband, no one can touch my body!" Jessica shouted in her mind.
As if hearing her voice, the big hand just lightly explored inside, stroking along the outer edge of her labia, causing Jessica to tremble all over.
Jessica felt relieved, but then a faint sense of inexplicable loss surged up.
The warm feeling on her inner thighs made Jessica’s lower body move slightly with the rhythm of that hand.
However, the hand didn’t stay long, sliding straight down her thigh, pausing on her calf for a mont before moving back up to the root of her thigh, kneading and caressing gently.
At the sa ti, the hand on the other breast never stopped.
Jessica’s body turned slightly red under the stimulation from top to bottom, and the movent of her lower body gradually increased.
Just as Jessica started to realize she was leaning into this stranger’s touch, her hips instinctively lifted. The hand on her thigh slid beneath her, cupping her ass while the thumb brushed lightly against her vaginal opening.
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