Chapter 107: Good Friend 18+
Azael had Sophia in a truly shameless position.
She was completely naked except for her black high heels, her voluptuous body glistening with a thin layer of sweat under the soft lamplight. Two sturdy wooden chairs had been placed side by side in the corner of the room.
Sophia stood with one foot on each chair, forced into a wide, deep squat. Her thick, juicy thighs were spread obscenely apart, her round, plump ass pushed out toward him. Her hands gripped the backs of the chairs for balance, causing her massive breasts to hang and sway heavily beneath her. Her soaked, puffy pink pussy was completely exposed and twitching with anticipation, glistening with her arousal.
Sophia’s face was burning with humiliation and excitement. Her brown hair was messy, sticking to her flushed cheeks.
"You really are a pervert, young man..." she breathed, voice shaky with arousal. "Making me do such a perverted thing... holding this embarrassing pose for you..."
Azael stood behind her, fully naked, his massive nine-inch cock rock hard and throbbing. He ran his hands appreciatively over her plump ass cheeks, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "A married woman squatting like a whore with her legs spread wide open for me. Your married pussy is dripping so much... you’re really excited, aren’t you?"
He gave her right ass cheek a firm spank.
Smack!
"Ahh~!" Sophia moaned loudly, her body jolting. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room.
Azael spanked her again, watching her ass jiggle beautifully.
Smack! Smack!
"Such a lewd married pussy," he teased, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. "It’s twitching so eagerly. You want my cock that badly?"
Sophia bit her lip, embarrassed but unbearably turned on. "Don’t... don’t say such dirty things... Ahn~!"
Azael pushed forward slowly. His thick cockhead parted her wet folds and sank into her tight, scorching heat inch by inch.
"Ahhhhn~!" Sophia moaned deeply, her walls stretching around his massive girth. "It’s so big... you’re splitting me open...!"
He gripped her hips tightly and thrust the rest of his length inside her with one firm stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
Plap!
Sophia’s head fell forward as she cried out in pleasure. "So deep...! Your cock is reaching so deep inside me... "
Azael began fucking her in that humiliating squat position, his hips slapping against her plump ass with loud, wet *plap-plap-plap* sounds. Each thrust made her massive breasts swing heavily beneath her and her ass ripple beautifully.
"You’re so tight, Sophia... Your married pussy is sucking me in so greedily," he groaned, spanking her ass again. *Smack!* "Does it feel good being fucked like a slut in this position?"
"Yes...! Yes, it feels so good...! Ahn~Harder... fuck me harder, Azael...!" Sophia moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him.
He fucked her harder, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The obscene sounds of their sex filled the room as he pounded her from behind.
After several intense minutes, Azael pulled out, making Sophia whimper at the sudden emptiness. He helped her down from the chairs and pushed her onto the bed on her back.
In missionary position, he spread her legs wide and thrust back inside her. Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning loudly as he fucked her deep and slow, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
"Ahhn~ So deep... I can feel you in my womb... "
He kissed her passionately while thrusting, then moved to her neck, sucking and biting gently. Sophia’s legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper.
They changed positions again. Azael flipped her onto all fours for doggy style. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her from behind, fucking her hard and fast. Her massive breasts swayed wildly beneath her as she moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Fuck... your ass looks so good bouncing on my cock," he groaned, spanking her repeatedly. *Smack! Smack! Smack!*
Sophia pushed back against him desperately. "Harder...! Spank me more...! Ahhn~ I’m such a bad wife... getting fucked so hard by a younger man... "
He fucked her relentlessly in doggy style until her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, face down with her ass still raised. Azael continued pounding her in prone bone position, his body covering hers completely.
Later, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap, facing him in cowgirl position. Sophia rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his thick cock, her massive breasts jiggling wildly in front of his face. He sucked on her nipples while she rode him, moaning her name.
"Azael...! Your cock is so deep... I’m going to cum again...!"
"Cum for me," he growled, thrusting up into her. "Cum all over my cock like a good slut."
Sophia came hard, her pussy spasming around him as she cried out. Azael soon followed, filling her with another thick load of cum.
They didn’t stop there.
He took her against the wall, lifting one of her legs and fucking her standing. Then he bent her over the desk, pounding her from behind while she tried to hold onto the edge. Finally, he carried her back to the bed, fucking her in missionary again, slow and deep this time, kissing her passionately as they moved together.
By the time they finished, Sophia was a complete mess, hair disheveled, body covered in sweat and marks, pussy overflowing with his cum. She lay limp in his arms, breathing heavily, completely satisfied.
Azael held her close, kissing her forehead gently.
"You were amazing tonight," he whispered.
Sophia smiled tiredly, nuzzling against his chest.
"So were you... pervert," she murmured, but there was clear affection in her voice.
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They lay beside each other on the large, luxurious bed, bodies still warm and glistening with sweat. The room smelled of sex and their mingled scents. Sophia’s head rested on Azael’s chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his skin. Azael had one arm wrapped around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath.
The silence was comfortable, broken only by their slowing heartbeats.
Sophia spoke first, her voice soft and a little hesitant.
"...When are you leaving?"
Azael gently stroked her brown hair.
"A day after tomorrow. Sunday morning."
She nodded slowly against his chest. Her fingers paused for a moment before continuing their gentle movement.
"So... you will come back from time to time, right?"
Azael smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"Yes. I’ll come back on weekends whenever I can. The academy isn’t too far. I won’t disappear."
Sophia let out a long, relieved sigh. Her body relaxed further against him, pressing her soft, heavy breasts more firmly into his side.
"Good..." she murmured. "If you need anything — money, information, a place to stay, or... anything else — just tell me. I’ll help you."
Azael chuckled softly, his hand sliding down to caress her bare back.
"Thanks, Sophia. You’re such a kind and rich lady. I can use you well."
The moment the words left his mouth, Sophia’s hand moved lightning fast. She pinched the skin on his stomach hard, twisting it between her fingers.
"Ow—! Hey!" Azael yelped in pain, his body jerking.
Sophia lifted her head and glared at him, though her lips were twitching with amusement.
"Pervert. Don’t think of me as some useful tool," she scolded, but her tone was teasing. "I might help you, but don’t misunderstand. I’m not your personal servant."
Azael laughed, rubbing the sore spot on his stomach. He pulled her closer and kissed her lips softly, lingering for a moment.
"Of course I won’t," he said against her mouth, smiling. "You’re my good sex buddy. I have to treat you well, don’t I?"
Sophia’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped her.
"Sex buddy? You really have no shame," she muttered, lightly slapping his chest. "Is that all I am to you now?"
Azael grinned, rolling onto his side to face her properly. He tucked a strand of her messy brown hair behind her ear.
"Well... you’re my favorite married sex buddy," he teased. "Very beautiful. Very horny. And very good at sucking cock. My good friend."
Sophia’s face turned even redder. She pinched his side again, making him flinch and laugh.
"Stop saying such vulgar things!" she protested, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "You’re going to corrupt me completely."
"You were already quite corrupted when you begged me to fuck you earlier," he shot back playfully.
Sophia gasped dramatically and pushed his shoulder.
"You—! That was different! I was... frustrated."
"Frustrated and dripping wet," Azael added with a smirk.
She buried her face in his chest, embarrassed but laughing softly.
"You’re impossible," she mumbled against his skin. "How am I supposed to go back to being a proper madam after this?"
"You don’t have to," he whispered, stroking her back tenderly. "Not with me. You can be as improper as you want when we’re together."
Sophia was quiet for a moment, then lifted her head again. Her hazel eyes met his violet ones, a mix of affection and lingering desire in her gaze.
"...You really will come back on weekends?" she asked, almost shyly.
"I promise," Azael said seriously. "I’ll make time for you."
She smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made her look younger and more vulnerable.
"Good. Because next time... I want you to stay the whole night."
Azael’s grin widened. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead, then her lips.
"Deal."
They stayed like that for a while longer, talking, teasing, and sharing quiet laughter in the warm afterglow. For the first time in a long while, Sophia felt truly relaxed and wanted.
And Azael... he was already thinking about the next time he could sneak away to see her.
