"You always knew that your wife liked to show off everything she had built, displaying her entire fortune as if it were the greatest prize in the world. But you should know that she doesn't mess around when it comes to you."
warnings - smut w plot, MDNI, 18+ | g!p reader, Sophia is a spoiled socialite (AU), cunnilingus, mommy kink, breeding kink, blowjob (really quick), dacryphilia, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap that willy)
now playing - Buttons, by The Pussycat Dolls
"Sayin' what you gon' do to me, but i ain't seen nothing"
You remember your childhood.
You remember your best friends—some of whom are still with you today. You remember going to one of the best schools in the area, thanks to your parents' money. You remember being an exemplary student, both in theoretical and practical subjects. And you certainly remember the day you met Sophia.
It seems like yesterday, the day a little girl with straight hair and slanted eyes, carrying a pink—definitely too expensive for a child to be using—bag and perfectly clean shoes, decreed that you would be her “girlfriend.”
You remember perfectly how little Sophia looked at you, analyzing you from head to toe three times before smiling and pulling you by the arm—taking you away from your friends and interrupting your playtime on the playground.
You remember that on that day, you started doing everything Sophia wanted.
You always had to wait for her at the classroom door. You could never sit down first; she would have to choose your seats. At snack time, you would stay by her side the whole time! It didn't matter if your friends were on the playground throwing dirt at each other.
You belonged to her! And you had to act like it.
In high school, things didn't change.
And that's when you understood. Sophia wasn't just a spoiled, bossy child, she was a person, a human being, someone who was born to boss around and be spoiled by someone else. And if that someone wasn't her parents, it would be you.
As a teenager, Sophia already had both of your lives all planned out! You were always the best students, with good grades, perfect attendance, medals, and awards for anything the school could come up with.
Everyone said you both had a bright future ahead of you, that you were perfect together, that you would have a lot to be proud of. Sophia clung to that tightly, sleeping every night embracing people's words and the plans she had made. Dreaming of the day when she could squander everything she had, everything she had built from scratch.
Smiling at the expensive dressing table mirror was your wife. Sophia finished applying her lip gloss, as if she had just signed the contract for world peace. She felt beautiful, powerful, successful, she felt like a queen in her own castle, ready to show off all the riches her kingdom had to offer.
Her moment of peace was suddenly cut short by a high-pitched scream, the scream of her eldest daughter, to be specific.
Taliah Laforteza stomped into the room, arms crossed and a frown very similar to Sophia's. The Filipina always bragged to you that her 10-year-old daughter was her spitting image.
“Mom, Steph won't let me finish getting ready!” the eldest raged, stopping in front of Sophia. “He's taking all my tiaras and hiding them in his room!”
As if on cue, Stephen stormed into the room like a hurricane. His shirt was untucked, his hair slightly messy, and he was laughing like the mischievous six-year-old he is. Unlike Taliah, Stephen looked more like you. Perfect teeth and the smile of a child about to blow up his house.
Sophia remembered how you used to be restless, just like him. Playing games throwing dirt at others and hiding your classmates' pencil cases.
That is, of course, before she set you straight.
“Stephen, give your sister's tiaras back, right now!” Sophia's firm voice echoed through the large room, making the boy laugh and run towards his room. “AND CALL YOUR MOTHER!”
Sophia's scream seemed to have triggered the cause. The moment the Filipina's voice echoed, Stephen tripped over you, bumping into your legs and grabbing you so he wouldn't fall.
“Hey little man, what's with all the yelling?” You asked, picking up the boy in your arms, tickling him as he desperately tried to break free.
Leaving the room, your daughter tossed her hair, sometimes you are startled by how much the little girl resembles your wife.
“ Mama, we're going to be late, come on!” It was the only thing she said before passing you, leaving you speechless. “STEPHEN, I WANT MY TIARAS! NOW!”
The scream made you and your son jump. Dodging you, the boy ran to the bedroom, ready to return the tiaras to his older sister. And you sighed, preparing to enter the room and face whatever your wife was presenting you with.
The bedroom was large, like the rest of the house where you and your wife had built your home. Sophia was standing in front of the dressing table, smoothing out the black dress she had chosen herself. You remember perfectly the day you bought that dress. A few million dollars and many kisses from your wife.
You would do anything to see her happy. Even if it meant taking a few screams from your incredibly spoiled wife from time to time.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world.” Your hands reached around Sophia's waist, kissing her neck and pulling her closer to you.
Sophia's smile was reflected in the mirror as her hands rested on top of yours. Her fingers smoothed the pure gold wedding ring on your finger as she looked at your bodies pressed together in the mirror.
“You look beautiful too, my love!” Sophia bit her lip, turning toward you and taking a good look at your outfit.
The formal attire she had chosen for you fit like a glove. You knew Sophia always had the right way to make you look beautiful, so you just let her take charge with a smile on your face.
“We have to go, I don't want us to be late!” The Filipina patted your chest. Walking towards the bag on the bed. “I'm sure that exhibitch Gabriela will be there! Urgh! I can't stand that girl!”
Throwing the bag into your arms, Sophia left the room. You laughed at the pun, following her like the lady's lapdog you always were.
Gabriela never stood a chance. The girl always seemed to be in fierce competition with Sophia. Who got the best grades, who got into more colleges, who had the best cars, the best bags...
Sophia always seemed to win at everything, a smile on her face when she saw that Gabriela could never leave her behind. There was only one thing that upset Sophia, and that was Gabriela's crush on you.
It was never a contest, because Sophia always had you, from the very first second! But none of that seemed to get through to either woman. You didn't know why Sophia hadn't blocked Gabriela from her social media, since she was always complaining about how the woman liked all the photos Sophia posted of you.
Whenever you asked, Sophia would say, “Keep your friends close, and your bitches even closer!”
It was common knowledge that this war had started many, many years ago, and it probably wasn't going to be resolved now. So you did the only sensible thing to do: make sure your wife knew that she was the only one who had ever entered your heart. Always!
“Mom, how do I look?” Taliah asked, throwing herself into your arms the second she got out of the car.
The parking lot of your old school was full, several luxurious and expensive cars parked there like a gathering of rich and snobbish people. You couldn't say you liked it; in fact, you would have preferred to stay home. But once again—proving that opposites attract—Sophia insisted on coming, since she loves this kind of thing.
“You're the most beautiful little princess in the world, my love!” Your daughter smiled when you kissed her forehead.
Sophia, who watched the scene with a dreamy look, gave you a pout when your eyes met hers.
“And me, Mommy, how do I look?” Your wife’s voice was low, a whisper that only you heard.
Sophia's hands tugged lightly at the collar of your shirt, and you froze at the gesture and the nickname. Sophia loved to tease you; she always loved the power she had over you.
“Sophia...” You tried to warn her, but it only resulted in a mischievous smile. “You are my queen. And the most beautiful woman in the world.”
The Filipina's smile widened as she threw her hands over your shoulders, pulling you into a kiss full of love and possessiveness.
“Very good, puppy.” Patting your cheek twice, Sophia pulled away, leaving you stunned. “Come on, my loves! I want to make a big entrance!”
The hall was full of expensive clothes, overpriced drinks, fake laughter, and people who clearly exuded wealth.
Sophia had always been a safe haven in the midst of it all. Of course, you couldn't deny that she fit in very well with it all. But Sophia knew how to behave in every little place, and as much as she liked to pretend and show everyone everything she had achieved and built, you knew that the Sophia who came home with you at the end of the day was the one you would always love.
No matter how spoiled she is.
The evening was going well, you and your school friends catching up, Sophia hanging on you as if you were the prize she had won at the end of the race of life, conversations about companies and business, and some compliments about how your children had grown up big and healthy.
You had to get away for a bit.
You certainly wouldn't have done so if you had known the chaos it would cause for the rest of the night.
You went to get a drink, that's all. A distraction for your head, tired from all the success speeches you had heard so far. Your shirt already had one or two buttons open, and your sleeves were already pulled up to your elbows. Sophia let you go away from her as long as you promised you'd be back quickly and without any trouble, and then she kissed you with too much lust for someone who is in front of other people.
The whiskey slid across the counter, a thank you escaped your mouth, and the bartender gave you a friendly nod. The taste was good on your tongue, pure, strong, just the way you always liked it.
“Look at you!” The voice interrupted your appreciation of the drink you took, the liquid seeming to tear down your throat—suddenly.
She was there, standing next to you, her hair loose and flowing, her eyes predatory as you remembered, and that smile that always seemed about to get you into trouble. The woman who always found a way to get under Sophia's skin, who never stopped competing with her, who never stopped teasing her about you.
She was right there, in front of you.
“You look so different, yn!” The woman approached, her arms circling your neck without even giving you a chance. “You're stronger!”
You let her hug you, putting your hands behind your back as the woman moved away from you, running her hands over your arms.
“Gabriela! What a surprise to see you.” You tried to remain polite, looking around, searching for your wife, knowing that this situation could get you into trouble.
And nothing was worse than ending the night fighting with your spoiled wife.
"I'm the one who's surprised to see you. I thought Laforteza had locked you away in a tower far from society. You know I always thought Sophia was a little controlling for you, she never let you breathe like a normal person.“ Her laugh was sarcastic, and you followed with a weak laugh. ”I didn't see her here. Trouble in paradise?"
The bold question came with another step from the woman in your direction, practically cornering you at the bar counter. Fortunately, your older guardian angel came to your rescue.
“ Mama! Mom Sophia asked you to help me with my shoes, they’re hurting my feet!” Your daughter raged.
“Do you have other shoes in the car, Mahal?”
“No, but Mama said you can carry me for the rest of the night.” Holding out her hands, the girl waited patiently for you to lift her up.
You searched for Sophia one last time in the crowd, crouching just enough so you could indulge your daughter's wishes.
“Your mom sent you here, didn't she?” You whispered to the girl, who just smiled and whispered back.
“You won't like the answer, Mama.”
“Aww, how cute.” Gabriela interrupted your silent conversation. “You're a beautiful princess, aren't you?!”
Taliah didn't even flinch.
“Of course, I'm just like my mom.” Throwing her hair over her shoulders, Taliah watched Gabriela's smile gradually fade. “She was prom queen in high school, you know?! No girl stands a chance against her!”
Oh, you definitely knew an undercover agent when you saw one, and Chief Sophia had sent this one on an extremely important mission.
“Isn't she cute?!” Your wife's voice interrupted the conversation, making Gabriela's frown intensify. “She reminds me of myself when I was a child.”
Gabriela gave a fake smile, Sophia looked at you in a way that sent shivers down your spine, and Taliah took advantage of every moment to take notes on how to be more and more like her mother.
Yeah, you were really screwed.
“How has life been treating you, Gabriela? Last time I saw you, you were marrying Dylan.” Dylan, the school football captain, you didn't know much about him, but he definitely wasn't the kind of guy you wanted to be around.
“We're fine, I'm working at a good company and he's trying to get a job as a coach at this school.” The woman turned to you again. “ Actually, I’d like to talk to you about a possible business partnership, yn.”
Sophia didn’t even give her a chance.
“Oh, honey, we don’t partner with unknown brands, sorry.” The smiles on the two women’s faces made you feel like you were in the middle of a shootout in the Wild West.
“Our company has great numbers!” The woman said, trying to maintain the smile that was beginning to fade.
“Yes, numbers like a normal company. Our brand has multinational company numbers, we are very demanding with our partnerships.” Sophia had that provocative tone that you knew could make people tear their hair out.
“Last time I checked, you didn't work with Yn, Laforteza.” Gabriela put her hands on her hips, trying to strike a more intimidating pose. “Aren't you just a trophy wife or something?!”
You closed your eyes, Sophia smiled, and Taliah clung tightly to your neck.
“Well, actually, I manage my wife. I manage everything she does, it's a very difficult job, you know?!” The Filipina smiled, the kind of smile that came before a catastrophe. “Actually, forget it. Of course you don't know. That's why your husband is unemployed now while you try to throw yourself at my wife, isn't it?”
Gabriela's mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say or how to respond to what Sophia had said. She was caught off guard; she hadn't expected Sophia—after all these years—to finally end their little game of provocation and tell it like it is.
She had hoped to sneak a win, at least once.
"You always thought you were the best at everything, didn't you, Sophia? Let's see if your wife will think so when you're old and all you have left is your difficult personality." The woman's words made Sophia's eyebrows rise.
You took a step forward, opening your mouth only to be silenced by your wife's hand rising in the air. A clear sign for you to stay out of it.
“You know, Gabriela, it's very sweet of you to think she'll ever look at anyone else.” Sophia looked her up and down. “It's even sweeter to think it will be you.”
Before the woman could say anything, a cheerful scream was heard, followed by the shrill voice that you and Sophia knew so well.
“MOM, THEY'RE GIVING AWAY FREE ICE CREAM!” Sophia always tells the boy not to run, but maybe now she doesn't care so much.
Losing his balance, Stephen stumbled, the boy's small body falling forward and causing the pot of expensive gelato to fall almost strategically onto Gabriela's white silk dress.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT! MY DRESS! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!” The woman's screams attracted the attention of the entire room.
Getting up, Stephen dusted off his clothes and approached Sophia, only to see her mother with a funny smile on her face.
“Mom, can we get more ice cream?” Sophia grabbed the boy's hand, looking at you with a smile that meant trouble.
“We can get whatever we want!”
You sighed as you entered the bedroom after kissing the children goodnight and grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen. Your button-down shirt was now completely open, your dress pants belt long forgotten on the sofa, and you would have to remember to retrieve it later.
The door creaked slightly when you opened it, and the sight that greeted you as you entered the bedroom made your legs go weak.
Sophia was sitting in the armchair near the bed, the dress she had been wearing long since discarded, probably thrown into the huge closet she occupied all by herself. She wore white lingerie—which you remember having charged to your card—that hugged her body softly and sensually. Her hair was loose, slightly tousled by her restless hands. And her Louboutin high heels were on display in all their glory.
You didn't even have a chance.
“You know, it's always so funny how people think you run this family.” Sophia crossed her legs, adjusting her posture slightly in the armchair and looking at you with that look that made your spine tingle. “How they see me as a spoiled, boring wife who will probably bankrupt you one day.”
A laugh escaped her lips. You opened your mouth, trying to say something, only to be silenced.
“I don't blame them. I mean, I let them think that way.” Picking up the wine glass from the table next to the armchair, Sophia took a sip, enjoying the drink while you tried not to faint right there. “But you know how things work here, don't you, Mahal?!”
Nodding quickly, you closed the door, the soft click echoing through the room.
“Lock it.” She didn't have to say it twice.
Another click was heard, louder, a little longer. You were so tense that you swore you could hear the lock turning.
“Good girl.” Sophia smiled. “Come here.”
Your wife's soft voice didn't fool you. After so many years together, you knew that calm voice meant nothing. The storm was yet to come. You walked silently toward her, your footsteps light on the wooden floor, and Sophia didn't even wait for you to be in front of her to throw more commands at you.
Without thinking twice, your knees and hands on the floor, crawling closer to her until your head was practically between her thighs.
With a smile, Sophia spread her legs. Without resisting, your eyes wandered down your wife's body, passing her collarbone, her breasts, her abs, and finally the wet spot on her panties. Sophia smiled, lifting her torso from the armchair just to grab your chin and make your eyes move back to her face. She wanted you to see the cruel smile she had, she wanted you to feel like a small prey about to be devoured.
“Look at you... imagine if people saw you like this. On your knees, just for me.” Her free hand moved up, her fingers combing your hair back, as she taunted you with a fake pout on her lips. “Do you want people to know that you're just a pathetic little puppy for your wife, Mahal?”
You denied it with your head, it was all too much. The room was hot, your shirt was sticking to your shoulders, your arms were starting to hurt, and you swore your cock had never been as hard as it was now.
“No, mommy.” Your voice was weak.
“Why not, puppy?” Sophia laughed at you.
“Because...” You tried to lower your head, only for Sophia's fingers to grab your chin more aggressively.
“Do that again and you won't cum for a week.” She warned. “And then...”
“'Cause people wouldn't take me seriously...” Your voice came out low, almost as if the words were dragging themselves out.
Sophia laughed, leaning back in her chair and releasing her grip on your chin. “You're so pathetic, puppy.”
You stared at the floor, a glimpse of Sophia swinging her legs passing through the corner of your eye, and you heard her sigh dramatically before speaking again.
“I built you, Mahal.” Sophia's heels pushed your shoulder, your hands off the floor as you supported yourself only on your knees. Facing her. “But today, I'm going to destroy you.”
You nodded, agreeing sheepishly as you waited for your wife's next order or move. Sophia's gaze wandered over your body, from your abs exposed through the fabric of your shirt to the outline of your erection visible through your dress pants.
She smiled once more. Laughing for what was probably the tenth time that night, laughing at your misfortune and savoring your despair like an expensive wine. Leaning back in her chair once more, Sophia beckoned you with her finger. Your eyebrows rose before you moved closer to her like the little puppy you always were.
Her heels were on your chest before you could get too close. Just far enough away that you could touch her ankles. “Ah, ah. Take it easy, puppy. I don't want any desperate dogs on top of me.” Sophia lowered her leg, silently allowing you to approach—more slowly this time.
You didn't dare touch her. You knew how Sophia's rules worked, and unless you wanted to be punished, it was best to keep your hands to yourself for now. Your eyes were fixed on the fabric of her panties, the wet spot on the fabric driving you crazy to taste her.
"Go ahead, Mahal. Take it off me.“ Sophia's voice entered your ears like a soft choir of angels. But when your hands rose, all you got was a slap that pushed them away. ”No, not with your hands. With your mouth, like a good little doggie!"
Surprised, you looked into your wife's wicked eyes. You weren't even sure what you had done to upset her so much that night. Was it jealousy? Was it the power dynamic? Was it the way Gabriela challenged Sophia's authority? Either way, none of it was directly your fault, so everything you were getting now was technically very unfair.
A terribly exciting injustice.
“But?” Sophia's voice interrupted you, your body trembling as you tried not to show her how affected you were.
“Are you really going to finish that sentence, puppy?” And there it was, that same treacherous smile.
You denied it, leaning down and resting your head on Sophia's thighs. Sighing in anticipation, knowing that this would be your death sentence.
Your lips slid down Sophia's thigh, moving up to the waistband of her panties that hugged her curves. You left kisses on her lower abdomen, relaxing a little more when you heard Sophia laugh, starting to run her hands through your curls. Opening your mouth, you finally bit the fabric, being careful not to touch Sophia's skin. The Filipina watched your delicate movements closely, smiling as she played with strands of your hair. Sophia watched you pull the fabric down, your heavy breathing tickling her skin, you were clearly struggling, and she enjoyed it.
You managed to pull the fabric down to her knees, finally leaving her intimacy free for your gaze. Looking up, you asked for silent permission, the kind of communication that you and your wife understood instantly, years of relationship creating codes that only you could decipher. When Sophia nodded, your hands ran down her legs, sliding the fabric off her body as your lips left desperate kisses wherever you could reach.
The scent of Sophia's arousal entered your mind, and you swore you were dizzy for a few seconds, your hands clenching her thighs as if it were stopping you from attacking her, while you tried your best not to think about how heavy your dick was inside your pants.
“Mommy, please. Can I? Please?” Sophia raised her eyebrow, tilting her head to the side as if she were evaluating you completely—savoring every moment of you being so submissive to her.
“What do you want, Mahal?” Her hands reached for yours, her thumbs caressing the bulging veins on your hands as she waited for you to beg a little more.
“I need to taste you, please! I've been a good girl for you, please.” You tried, your eyes filling with tears as you watched your wife just roll her eyes at your request.
Fuck, you were sensitive, you just needed anything, anything Sophia wanted to give you, you would accept!
“I don't know...” Sophia's answer made your chest tighten and shoot up in despair. Moving closer to her, your hips sought friction with something, failing miserably when nothing gave you the relief you wanted.
You sobbed, lost in the pain of the huge bulge in your pants and the despair that Sophia wouldn't let you relieve yourself in any way. “I swear I didn't know she was going to come up to me! I'll never leave your side at events like this again, please! I just want to taste you, please!”
Sophia's sarcastic smile made you sob even louder, the unbearable pain in your pants impossible to ignore. Sophia's thumb wiped the tear that fell from your eyes, and all you did was lay your head on her lap in shame.
“Please, please, please...” You continued whispering tirelessly into your wife's skin. Closing your eyes tightly and praying to all the gods that the woman you love most in the world would let you have a piece of the paradise that is her body.
“All right, puppy. If that's what you want...” Your head rose quickly at the sound of Sophia's voice. “Go ahead, and don't disappoint me.”
You went into a trance. Your brain didn't even follow you, the movement of your hands, or the movement of your body. All you could hear was the little scream your wife let out when you grabbed her thighs and dove into her intimacy. Your tongue worked hard on Sophia's folds as you looked like a thirsty woman, as if you had just walked in the desert and Sophia was the only source of water you needed.
“Damn, you really are a desperate puppy, aren't you, Mahal?!” You didn't even care.
Her moans were music to your ears, and her taste made you transcend. It was poetic, it was erotic, it was perverted. Every sound, every little moan, every sensation. Your body felt like it was burning like a bonfire on an already hot day, Sophia's body trembling under your grip made you feel a small taste of the control you knew you never had. The bittersweet taste stuck to your tongue like a vivid reminder that you belonged to her, and that nothing and no one would change everything Sophia had built.
“Keep going, Mahal. Be a good girl and make mommy cum for you.”
She had you tied to a leash, and her hands in your hair reminded you of that. Each tug on your scalp reminding you exactly of the firm control she always had over you. Your hips still sought friction, the failed impulses only generating frustration in you. You were intoxicated, lost in the torturous fog of pleasure Sophia had put you in. Suddenly, you felt your wife's thighs tremble harder against your grip, her moans intensifying as you continued your work with your tongue.
“I'm cumming, baby.” Sophia's nails scratched the back of your neck in an attempt to pull you—impossibly—closer to her.
Her nails sliding across your skin brought a new sensation to you, who was already too overstimulated to take any more. Your wife moaned as her body trembled, her juices smearing your chin as her nails continued to run down your neck. The scratches sent signals through your sensitive body, making you arch your back and moan loudly—your head still buried between your wife's legs.
You paused for a second, thinking about what had just happened. Sophia's breathing was ragged, as was yours, and you thought that maybe she hadn't noticed the mess you had just made in your pants.
“You really are pathetic, aren't you, puppy?!” Sophia laughed, that kind of drunken laugh bathed in cruelty.
Her legs were still shaking slightly, but she spared no effort to push you away from her. You fell to your knees at her feet, the cold wooden floor embracing your body like a cold shower. All you did was support yourself with your hands, breathing heavily without any shame—you already knew you were too screwed.
Sophia looked at you, dry tears on your cheeks, red and downcast eyes, messy hair, your mouth still dirty with her cum, irregular breathing, shirt stuck to your shoulders, breasts rising and falling still trapped in your bra, and the wet stain on your new pants.
You were exactly the way Sophia wanted you, completely destroyed.
“You couldn't control yourself, little doggie?” The little voice Sophia used to talk to you made it clear that it wasn't over, and all you could do now was beg for mercy. “Oh no, don't cry. Mommy isn't mad at you.”
You didn't even notice the tears streaming from your eyes. You knew you must look pathetic now, but honestly, you didn't care anymore.
“I'm sorry, I can't do this.” You sobbed, crawling closer to your wife, seeking the safe haven she always gave you. “I'm sorry about tonight, I know you wanted it to be perfect.”
Sophia frowned. “Mahal, do you think I'm punishing you?” Sophia ran her hands through your hair, grabbing your shoulders to pull you back onto her lap.
Your head rested on her thighs as if it had always been there.
“Aren't you?” Looking up at her, Sophia could see your eyes, smiling tenderly at how vulnerable you looked.
“Mahal... of course not.” Sophia held your chin. “You're such a good girl to me.” Your expression softened, happy that she wasn't really mad at you. “Believe me, if it were punishment, you'd know.”
You swallowed hard, not even wanting to imagine the things she would do to you if she really wanted to punish you. That was the truth, you had always been good to Sophia, the perfect, calm wife who always dealt with her exceptionally well, who had had plenty of time to learn how to deal with every little mood swing she had. You could see now, she wasn't angry with you, she was just reaffirming to herself everything she had, everything she possessed.
“Now, you've made a mess. Do you think you can handle another one?” Your wife's question made your ears perk up, and you nodded so fast that Sophia laughed. “Get up.”
Obeying her, you finally allowed yourself to stand up, your knees aching a little from the minutes they had been punished. Sophia's hands wandered over your abs, pushing your button-down shirt back, a clear signal for you to take it off. You had barely gotten rid of the fabric when you realized that Sophia was already unbuttoning your pants, her hands quick to slide the fabric down your legs—taking the boxer briefs you wore with them.
Your cock sprang out, the tip red and furious, still dripping with your cum, the bulging veins making your wife want to lick each one, and she did. A moan escaped your mouth as Sophia's tongue slid along your length. The Filipina revelled in your taste and joined you in the symphony of moans, the salty taste lingering on her tongue for a moment before she licked again.
“Phia, please!” you begged - for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
Sophia smiled. “Someone's desperate.” Looking into your eyes, your wife kissed the tip of your cock, laughing when a drop of semen dripped from the head.
You didn't even have time to respond when you felt Sophia's mouth on your dick. The warmth of her throat warming your tip in a way that was too good to be true, closing your eyes, you could feel every movement of her tongue, while one of her hands jerked off what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
You were close, too overstimulated to hold back any longer. And Sophia noticed it.
A snap echoed through the room as your wife let go of your cock, getting up from the floor and running her hands over your body. Sophia's hands reached your back, roaming over your tense muscles before letting her fingers work to unhook your bra.
“You're so beautiful, Mahal.” Her eyes intimidated you in a way that made you want to show yourself more and more, just to see what she would do to you next. “I need you to fuck me. Do you think you can do that?”
You nodded eagerly. Sophia followed your movements and nodded along with you. Her eyes were soft toward you.
“Yes, mommy.” You teased. The Filipina smiled at you.
Taking your hands in hers, Sophia turned to face the armchair, pulling you with her. Climbing onto the leather furniture, the Filipina brought your hands to her waist, positioning them exactly where she wanted them.
“Come on, Mahal... be a good girl for me, uh.”
You were mesmerized, there, bent over your favorite armchair, was your wife, waiting for you to take her the way only you knew how.
“I love you, Mahal.” You wasted no time.
Your hips moved closer to hers, your hands sliding down to her butt, giving it a firm squeeze before finally deciding to bury yourself inside her.
Your moans filled the room, the pleasure divided equally when your bodies finally connected. Your wife's soft, warm walls welcomed you deliciously, and for a moment you thought about just staying there forever.
Moving even closer—entering her gently—you left wet kisses on Sophia's shoulders, wanting her to feel as good and comfortable as you did. The Filipina moaned shamelessly, throwing her head back and fitting perfectly into the curve of your neck. Her hands rose and found their way into your hair, her back arched in a way that let you go deeper into her, and you both loved the feeling.
"Damn, baby. You're so big!“ Sophia's voice came out shaky, choked with a moan that cut off in her throat. ”I love you, Mahal."
Trying to control your breathing, you began to thrust slowly, feeling the sensation of your wife's walls accommodating your sensitive member. You were pretty sure you wouldn't last long, especially with everything Sophia had put you through. But even so, you tried.
Your hands traveled from Sophia's hips to her back, unbuttoning the bra she was still wearing, only for your hands to travel to her boobs, playing with her nipples and holding them both in your hands as your thrusts began to get faster and deeper.
Sophia's moans filled the room, and the grunts she was hearing you make were making her wetter. Knowing that even after so many years, she still elicited the same sighs and moans from you made her feel like she was on cloud nine.
“Damn baby, you're so hot! I don't think I can take it anymore...” You clenched your jaw, moaning when you felt her throw herself back at you.
“Are you going to cum already, baby?” Sophia's giggle made you cringe, only to nod pathetically as you continued thrusting inside her. “Are you going to cum inside me? Do you want to put another baby inside me, Mahal?”
Sophia's words made your eyes roll back, and she swore she felt your cock throb furiously inside her.
“Phia, please!” Your choked voice satisfied Sophia, and her laughter was cut short by a moan as you quickened the pace of your thrusts even more.
The Filipina swore she could feel you deep inside her, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was about to beg you to make her pregnant.
“Mahal...” Whatever Sophia was going to say was drowned out by a loud moan that escaped her mouth.
You thrust deep inside her, jets of your cum painting her walls white—just as she wanted—before you began to leak out in a completely messy way.
Exhausted, you let your body fall on top of your wife's, using the last of your energy to kiss her neck gently.
“Phia... are you okay?” The question answered itself when you heard your wife's drunken laughter.
Sophia's hand reached back, pushing you and forcing you out of her. The loss of contact made you both moan, and you held on to the arm of the chair to keep from falling when you felt your legs go weak.
Sophia sat up straight, throwing her head back and raising her hands toward you, opening and closing them as a clear signal to pick her up.
“Seriously? My legs feel like jelly right now.” You complained, already letting her wrap her legs around your waist.
“Shut up, you're not the one who just got pregnant until next year.” Sophia murmured in your neck, tightening her grip on your shoulders when she felt the soft mattress behind her. “We haven't had sex in so long, how did you have so much cum to get out?”
“Dude, don't talk like that, it makes me sound like a disgusting pervert.” You hissed as you felt a hard slap on your abdomen. Finally pulling away from your wife.
“Call me dude one more time and you won’t have any balls left.” Your eyebrows rose at the threat as you nodded and grabbed her ankles, gently removing the heels that were still on her feet.
While massaging Sophia's feet, you heard your wife sigh, “I'm going to take your card to buy things for the baby tomorrow.”
“Baby?” That was all you could ask.
“Mahal, I think it's almost impossible that I'm not pregnant now. You really were starving...” She pulled you down to lie with her, laughing when you blushed with embarrassment.
Sophia laughed, kissing your chest before snuggling up to you. The sigh that escaped your lips was one of relief. The truth that you would never leave this woman hit you hard. Not only because she had you wrapped around her finger, but also because you knew she was the woman of your life. The spoiled and bossy mother of your children,
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