I tossed the phone aside, leaning back naked on the sofa, my cock resting half-hard against my thigh, still slick from everything.
I let my eyes wander around Sofia's living room—the cozy pictures on the walls, family photos mixed with little paintings, warm lighting making everything feel intimate.
It was a real home, lived-in, motherly… and right now, it was my playground.
The smell of cooking drifted in—spices, meat sizzling. I couldn't stay put.
I got up and walked to the kitchen, completely naked, cock swaying heavy with every step.
Sofia was at the counter, humming softly while she cooked. She'd put on an apron—nothing else. From behind, her back was fully bare, that fat, juicy ass completely exposed, cheeks thick and round, my cum still glistening on her inner thighs from earlier.
