I lay down relaxing on the mat—chest bare and exposed, muscles defined under the sun, just my sexy chest visible to her. On the bottom, my dick stood upright tight in the shorts—if the shorts weren't there, it would've clung straight to my stomach, so hard and thick it was, but the fabric kept it trapped, bulging obvious and straining.
She started applying sunscreen on her palms—rubbing them together slow, eyes flicking to my chest, then lower to the massive bulge, biting her lip subtle.
She started on my chest first—going directly for my muscles. Palms gliding slow over my pecs, spreading the lotion smooth, fingers tracing the lines, enjoying the feel, thumbs brushing my nipples casual at first.
Damn, her hands were so soft and warm—and little, she was shorter than Tiffany and the other MILFs, so it was natural, delicate fingers against my skin.
How big my dick would look with her hands on it, I thought—she'd go crazy having that kind of size in her palms, barely wrapping around.
My dick twitched hard when she touched my nipples on purpose—circling slow, teasing the peaks.
"Wait... are you sensitive here?" she asked now, teasing my one nipple with her finger, rubbing circles gentle, eyes sparkling playful.
"Ahh... Lan..." I said as I got more horny with her touching my nipples, body jolting slight, voice rough. "Yes... I'm kind of sensitive there," I admitted, smirking.
"And you were teasing me on my hard nipples, huh? Look at you now—your body is jolting with a simple touch," she said teasing back.
She was in a playful mood now—fully into it, enjoying the power flip.
Then she twisted one of my nipples hard—pinching sharp, tugging just enough to sting sweet.
"Lan... ahh... you want to make me cum inside my shorts," I laughed low, feeling so good, dick throbbing heavy and leaking more precum.
She just smiled, mischievous, like she'd found something fun to tease me with, wanting to play and see how far she could go with my body.
She started rubbing both of my nipples with her fingers—circling slow, pinching, squeezing them gentle then harder, making me lose control.
I put my hand on hers to make her stop—gripping light, trying to slow her down.
But she just took my hand aside gentle—kept pinching my nipples, twisting them hard, making them red and swollen under her fingers, sensitive peaks throbbing.
She saw how red my nipples became from all the pinching and twisting—swollen and sensitive, skin flushed bright pink under her fingers.
"Alex... I hurt you, didn't I?" she said softly, looking at them with concern, voice gentle, eyes flicking up to mine.
"Yeah, Lan... you are so rough," I said, smiling a little, making her feel cared for, like she had power over me in this moment.
She then put one finger in her mouth—slow, deliberate—dripping it with saliva, wet and shiny, and brought it to my nipple, rubbing the warm wetness over the sore peak in gentle circles to soothe the sting.
"Does that help?" she asked, voice low and caring, putting her finger back in her mouth again, looking at me in a lewd way now, tasting my body on her tongue, savoring it.
"Yeah... that helps a little, Lan," I said, looking at her while my dick leaked more inside my shorts, the mix of pain and her gentle touch driving me wild.
She put more saliva on her finger—thick and slick—and rubbed it on both nipples slow, soothing the pain carefully, covering them completely so they wouldn't hurt anymore, her touch soft and attentive now, like she was making up for the roughness.
I was loving this—this MILF turning me on with pain and then soothing me gentle, the contrast making everything hotter. I was gonna make sure I bit the hell out of her nipples later, lick them so good she'd forget all about her pussy husband, make her feel everything she'd missed for years.
She spread her saliva on my nipples good—fingers gliding over the sensitive skin, cooling the sting, making them glisten in the sun.
While she did this, the young guys that were watching her body got so envious of how I was getting this king treatment—they looked really frustrated, shifting in place, checking their own sizes quick under their shorts and cursing low, feeling inferior to me and the massive bulge I had on display.
She saw them too—and she felt more confident in herself now, posture straightening a little, chest pushing out subtle as she realized the power she had, the way these guys couldn't look away from her thick, exposed curves.
She then put sunscreen on my shoulders and arms—feeling every inch slow, palms gliding over my muscles, fingers tracing the lines, her massive boobs touching my bulge sometimes as she leaned in, and she let it happen, brushing deliberate, enjoying every second, biting her lip soft.
"You've been hard for so long, Alex... doesn't that hurt?" she asked innocent, looking at me with wide eyes, putting a finger to her mouth like she was admiring my bulge, voice curious and teasing.
"Yeah... it hurts, Lan," I said smiling, putting a hand on her thick thigh while she sat beside me. "When a beautiful woman like you is touching your body and your dick is trapped under some cloth."
She put her hand on mine—pressing it there, keeping it on her thigh, warm and soft.
"Oh Alex... you know how to make a girl happy with your words," she said, looking at me with that shy but heated gaze.
Not with just my words, baby, I thought dark.
"Don't you wanna see how hard you made a young guy's cock?" I asked her low, seeing how she kept looking at my bulge, accidentally getting closer to it while applying sunscreen on my thighs, fingers brushing near the tent.
She just blushed—deep red, not able to say anything, eyes flicking down then away quick, breathing heavier.
"Come on, Lan... don't be shy," I said, pulling her closer by her waist—hand full of her juicy hip, feeling the soft give.
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"A quick look won't hurt anyone, right?" I said, putting my fingers to the waistband to pull up my shorts a little—showing her the hard shaft straining, thick and veiny.
She stared at it—it wasn't even clearly visible through the shorts, but she realized how big it was, eyes widening a little, breath catching.
A woman whose husband doesn't even get hard while she's this smoking hot—of course a dick like this would be the holy grail for her, something she'd never experienced, never even imagined.
She put her hand on mine which was lifting the shorts—"No, Alex... not here," she said, looking around quick, voice low and nervous, cheeks burning redder, knowing if she saw my dick in full glory she wouldn't have any choice besides putting it in her pussy right here in public. She was opening up, but not this daring yet.
I understood her dilemma and let my dick stay hidden, smiling easy, not pushing, just letting the tension build slow between us, the bulge still straining obvious in my shorts.
Then a jet ski went by us on the sea—fast and loud, engine roaring as it cut through the waves, spraying white foam high in the air, the rider leaning sharp into turns.
"Wow... a jet ski," she said, looking at it in joy, eyes lighting up bright for the first time since we sat down, voice full of genuine excitement. "I always wanted to ride one of those."
"Yeah... it's cool," I said, sitting up slow, watching how fast it flew across the water, cutting sharp lines in the blue, wind whipping the rider's hair.
I thought, why not take Lan for a ride to some nearby small island—where there wouldn't be people, since many beaches have small islands scattered nearby, and I could open her up more if we were alone, no eyes, no husband, just us.
"Lan... why don't we rent one and take it out for a ride?" I said determined, excited to do this activity now. I wanted to ride a jet ski too.
"But isn't it kinda dangerous?" she asked, voice a little worried, glancing at the speeding machine then back to me. "We could drown..."
"Don't worry, Lan," I said reassuring, putting a hand on her thigh. "I'll drive it, and you just grab me tightly. I won't let anything happen to you. It will be fun."
She thought about it—eyes flicking to the sea, then to me, biting her lip—then said, "Let's get one, Alex." She was excited now, smile small but real.
We both stood up—I slipped my shirt back on quick, leaving it open casual, and we started walking toward where I could see jet skis available from afar—rental spot down the beach, colorful machines lined up, engines humming.
She put my hand in hers while we walked—fingers interlacing tight, holding on like she trusted me fully now, no hesitation. We both looked like some kind of couple—walking close, hands linked.
Other young guys just didn't like it—glaring jealous as we passed, seeing her holding my hand, body bare and confident, thick curves on display in the tiny black bikini.
As we walked by, her tiny thin string bikini was hiding nothing—black fabric so minimal it was like a suggestion rather than actual coverage. Her nipples were still visible, dark and hard, poking around the small triangles of the top that she hadn't bothered to tuck back in, bouncing freely with every step she took.
Her ass jiggled wildly with nothing but a thin string between the cheeks—the massive, juicy globes rippling and swaying hypnotically as she moved, flesh shifting soft and heavy, the string wedged so deep it disappeared completely, leaving the full curves exposed to the sun and every eye around.
I sometimes glanced back at her ass while walking beside her—watching the way her thick thighs rubbed together with each stride, the jiggle traveling up to her ass, cheeks clenching and releasing in perfect rhythm, hips swaying natural and seductive, body glowing with a light sheen of sweat under the hot sun.
And my dick was still hard in my shorts—we both walked on the beach showing off our parts kinda, everyone looked at us like we were some kind of nudists. Her nipples hard and visible through the tiny bikini top, my shorts tented obvious, bulge bouncing heavy, drawing stares from guys and girls alike—some jealous, some curious, a few whispering.
We were passing by a toilet and I had to pee badly.
"Hey, Lan... let me just use the washroom," I said, nodding toward the small building. "I'll be quick."
"Yeah... be quick, Alex," she said, eyes flicking down to my bulge again, biting her lip subtle like she didn't want to stay away from me long, body still buzzing from the earlier touches.
I got to the washroom quickly—it was empty, fluorescent lights humming overhead, many urinals lined up clean and shiny. I went to one in the middle, pulled my shorts down, and my dick released so hard and thick, springing out heavy, veins pulsing, head slick with precum from all the teasing.
It was very tough to piss right now but I managed slow, relieving myself steady.
"Yeah... harder, baby..." a voice came—not loud, just enough so I couldn't hear it fully at first, muffled and breathy, mixed with low moans.
My dick was still in my hand—I looked around quick. Where the fuck was this coming from?
It felt like someone panting—heavy breathing, soft grunts—while the bathroom was empty. I was the only one at the urinals, all stall doors were wide open, no one inside. But then I realized there was a janitor room at the back of the washroom, door slightly ajar, light spilling thin from inside.
I finished pissing—shook off slow, pulled my shorts up careful, dick still half-hard, tucked it away. Heart pounding a little from curiosity and the weirdness of the sounds.
I thought I should check it out—couldn't just ignore it, the moaning, the heavy breathing, the rhythmic slap coming from the back.
I was careful not to make sound—stepped slow across the tile floor, avoiding the echo.
Then I opened the door slowly—peeking inside.
Holy fuck.
I wish I'd never seen this.
Lan's husband Minh was on all fours—naked, ass up high, face down on the floor, moaning low. And El was behind him—cock shoved fully inside his ass, thrusting slow and deep, hands on his hips, face flushed with pleasure as her boobs bounced.
When the door opened fully—they looked at me and froze. Nobody moved. I froze—eyes wide. They both looked at me with wide eyes—Minh's face red from shame and pleasure, El's from surprise, mid-thrust.
We stayed like that for a few seconds—which felt like bloody hours to me—as I didn't want to look at this view any longer, frozen in place, brain short-circuiting from the shock.
Then I mustered courage—just pulled the door closed again, not saying anything, quiet click, and walked out fast to get out of there.
I breathed properly outside the bathroom—stepping out quick.
"Alex... what happened? You look like you saw a ghost," Lan asked caring, stepping closer, concern in her voice as the horror was clear on my face, eyes wide, skin pale.
"Nothing, Lan... let's just get out of here," I said, pulling her away gentle but firm, hand on her waist, wanting to get the jet ski and get the fuck out of there fast.
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I took Lan out of there fast—I didn't want to stay outside that cursed bathroom any longer, the image of Minh on all fours burned into my head, my heart still racing from the shock.
"Alex... why are you in such a hurry?" she asked as I made her walk fast, hand tight in mine, pulling her along the sand.
"Nothing, Lan... I'm excited about the jet ski," I said smiling, forcing it casually, trying to shake off what I saw.
"Yeah... me too," she smiled back, eyes bright, trusting me completely, her thick body bouncing with our quick steps.
As we kept walking to the jet ski rental place, everyone kept looking at us—I won't blame them. Lan's nipples were still out and hard like that, dark peaks poking through the tiny bikini top she hadn't bothered to fix, tits jiggling heavy with every step. Her thick body on full display—ass cheeks rippling wildly, thong string lost between them, hips swaying seductive.
And my huge dick bulge in the shorts—obviously tented, straining thick and bouncing with each stride. Anybody would watch, some guys stared in jealousy, some girls glanced curiously, some whispered.
"Hey young man, you got room for an old lady like me as well?" a 50-something cougar called out, touching my arm as we passed by her, showing off her saggy tits and saggy big ass in a tiny bikini, leaning in close, voice husky.
She looked at Lan and realized I was taking her out to do something lusty—eyes narrowing quick, a knowing smirk crossing her face as she glanced between us, the way Lan clung to my hand, nipples out and hard, thick body barely covered, and my obvious bulge straining the shorts.
Not gonna lie—I wanted to take her out to the beach too and suck her saggy tits, feel them heavy and soft in my mouth, but Lan's possessive grip tightened sudden.
"Hey lady... he's with me," Lan pulled me away from her grip, suddenly possessive like she didn't want to share me with anyone, voice firm and a little sharp, stepping closer to my side.
Honestly, I liked this version of her—jealous, claiming me, thick body pressed against mine protective.
And about the saggy tits granny? I could get her later if she decided to stay at the beach waiting for my cock—plenty of time, she wasn't going anywhere.
"Lan... she was asking politely," I said teasing, smirking down at her, arm around her waist.
"We don't need any company, Alex," she said smiling, voice soft but sure, looking up at me with those big eyes, hand squeezing mine tighter.
Soon we reached the rental place—so many jet skis lined up, colorful and shiny, different models in bright reds, blues, and yellows, engines humming low and ready to rip across the water, waves lapping at the shore just steps away.
The guy at the place noticed me and Lan as we came close—first thing he saw was Lan's exposed nipples, hard and dark, poking around the tiny black bikini top that barely covered her massive boobs, tits bouncing free and heavy with each step she took, sun catching the sweat on her skin making her glow.
"Damn lady... it's not a nude beach," he said, not believing her indecent behavior, eyes wide and staring obvious, mouth dropping a little as he took in her thick figure, then looking at me-half-shocked, half-jealous.
"Lady's feeling confident today," I said, pulling Lan closer to me from her ass and squeezing it right in front of that guy—fingers digging deep into the thick, juicy flesh, kneading slow and bold.
She felt hot getting fondled by me like this in front of a man—body trembling subtle, thighs rubbing together needy, breath hitching as my grip claimed her openly, cheeks flushing deeper but no resistance, just soft moan escaping her lips.
"Well... whatever floats your boat," the guy said, not believing he was seeing this—eyes wide, staring at my hand full of her ass, shaking his head with a disbelieving grin, voice awkward but amused.
"We would like one to take out for a ride," I said, my hand still on Lan's thick ass, finger teasing lower, trying to touch her asshole through the thin string—pressing just enough to feel the tight ring, making her rub her thighs together unable to control her shameful lust, pussy leaking fresh under the bikini.
I took the clipboard from him and signed the basic stuff quick—name, time, waiver, all the standard forms, handing it back with a nod. The rental guy gave me the keys to the red jet ski, still staring a little at Lan's exposed nipples and the way her thick body pressed against me, shaking his head like he couldn't believe it.
A jet ski was prepared for us at the shore—red and shiny, engine idling low, ready to go. We walked to it hand in hand—Lan's fingers interlaced tight with mine.
She looked at me blushing—cheeks deep red, eyes flicking up shy then away, knowing I'd just bravely touched her body in front of a stranger and didn't even care, squeezing her ass right at the counter like it was nothing. She liked my bravery, I could see it in her smile, the way she squeezed my hand back, body leaning closer.
And soon she'd know what else I could do.
I just wanted to take her out to a deserted small island and the jet ski ride was perfect for it, fast across the water, away from the crowd, no eyes, no husband, just us, her arms around my waist, thick body pressed tight to my back, the speed and waves making her forget everything.
As we reached the jet ski close, Lan was so excited to see it from up close—yeah, if someone hasn't ridden a jet ski before, they'd get excited, and I was too, but she was way more.
She ran ahead like a kid, giggling, and started touching it, leaning over the side, running her hands along the smooth hull, the seat, the handles, exploring every inch with wide eyes.
When she leaned forward like that—pushing out her big ass, which was almost naked in that tiny bikini.
Damn, that view made me throb harder. The black thong string was buried so deep between her massive cheeks it was like it wasn't even there, the full juicy globes jiggling softly with every little movement, round and thick, soft flesh rippling as she shifted her weight.
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A little sand clung to her ass cheeks from the beach mat—grains sticking to the sweat and lotion-making her look even hotter, dirtier, more tempting under the sun.
I just wanted to shove my dick in her asshole right here in public while she leaned forward to admire the jet ski—damn, her juicy ass cheeks pushed out perfect.
I went up to her while she stood there with her hands on the jet ski handles—touching and playing with the accelerator, fingers tracing the grips curious, body leaning forward, ass arched high and inviting.
I grabbed her hips firm—hands full of her wide, fertile curves, fingers digging into the soft flesh—and stood behind her, my hard dick pressing into her ass cheeks, the thick bulge in my shorts grinding slowly against her, head nudging the thong string, feeling the heat between her cheeks.
"You like it, Lan?" I asked low, voice rough, squeezing her hips harder, pulling her back into me so she felt every inch of my hardness.
"Yes, Alex... I love it," she said, glancing back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark and needy, feeling my dick pressing onto her ass, turned on bad, breath hitching as she pushed back subtle.
"Why don't you drive it and I'll sit in the back?" I said—because I wanted to feel her ass all the way in this ride, hands free to grab her melons, play with her thick juicy curves, squeeze her tits, pinch her nipples, maybe slide fingers under the thong while we sped across the water.
She put her hands on mine, which were caressing her waist—holding them there, voice lewd and breathy. "But Alex... what if I mess up? I have never done this..."
"It's easy, Lan," I said, explaining while my dick still pressed tightly against her ass, thick and hard through the shorts, feeling her cheeks clench subtle around the bulge. "See, you just turn on the accelerator to make it go forward, and you press this brake when you want to stop."
"Alex... I feel scared," she said, voice small, wanting to hide in my arms that were wrapped around her, caressing her waist slow, fingers tracing the soft curve of her belly.
I massaged her stomach and waist to console her—palms warm, rubbing gentle circles, feeling her relax into me, breath slowing. "Don't be scared, Lan. I'll just be in the back, and I'll keep my hands on yours and pull the brakes if I think you're doing something wrong. What do you say?"
"Umm... I can try then," she said, giving in with a shy smile, excitement creeping back in.
"Good girl," I said, slapping her ass cheek sharp to cheer her up—watching it jiggle wild, skin turning pink faint. "Now get on it. Let's go explore the sea."
I gestured her to get on first.
She put her leg around the jet ski and got up on it, trying to sit down—man, every movement her juicy body did made me lose control more. She spread her legs wide to swing over, then settled in the seat, pushing her ass out in that position that looked so sexy—thick cheeks spreading on the seat, thong string disappearing deeper, ass jiggling as she adjusted, back arched slight, tits bouncing heavy in the tiny top.
"Get on," she said, looking excited but I was even more excited than she was—dick hard and ready.
I got up behind her—pressed tightly to her back, my dick pressing firm against her ass through the shorts, chest flush to her smooth warm back, arms wrapping around her waist, hands resting on her soft belly.
"Let's go," I said low in her ear, voice rough, breath hot on her neck.
I put my hands ahead on hers—like I was trying to teach her how to ride a bike—fingers covering hers on the handles, guiding gentle but firm, showing her the controls while my body stayed molded to hers, dick throbbing against her ass with every subtle shift.
Then I pushed the accelerator slow at first—jet ski rumbling to life, engine growling low—then twisted harder, and off we went.
The jet ski shot forward fast—cutting through the waves smooth, then faster, wind whipping our hair wild, sea spray hitting us cool and salty, misting our skin.
"Wooo, it's so fun!" Lan shouted, her voice full of pure joy over the roar of the engine and wind, laughing loud and free as the jet ski bounced over the waves.
"Told you it would be fun!" I shouted back, grinning wide because it really was—rushing at that speed across the open sea on a jet ski with a thick MILF in front of me to grab.
We rushed past everyone—swimmers, other jet skis, people on the shore—going deeper into the sea, water spraying cool and salty in our faces, sun glinting off the waves.
We made circles and sharp turns—leaning the jet ski hard, carving through the water, sending big splashes up, mist hitting us fresh and cold, making Lan squeal and laugh harder, body jiggling against me with every bump and bounce.
I looked back quick—saw we had come far from the beach and people; they looked very tiny now, just dots on the sand, the shore a thin line, the beach house small in the distance.
"We've come so far, Lan," I said now, voice raised over the wind and engine hum, looking back at how tiny the beach had become.
"Yeah... we're too far," she replied, glancing over her shoulder, eyes wide as she saw just open sea in front of us—no shore in sight, only endless blue water sparkling under the sun.
She stopped the jet ski—pulled the brake gentle, engine idling low, waves lapping soft against the hull as it rocked. She started looking around—turning her head, scanning for direction, hair whipping in the breeze—and asked, "Where should we go?"
"Anywhere you wanna go, baby," I said low, putting my hands on her boobs from behind—palms cupping the heavy weight through the tiny bikini top, fingers finding her hard nipples, playing with them.
I rested my chin on her shoulder, feeling comfortable, warm breath on her neck, dick still hard pressing into her lower back.
"I see a small island there... shall we go there?" she said, pointing to a distant speck of green and sand on the horizon that looked small from here, glancing back at me for permission, eyes a little turned on from the way I grabbed her boobs so suddenly, nipples throbbing harder under my fingers.
"Yeah... let's go," I said, still fondling her boobs—squeezing slow.
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She twisted the throttle and steered the jet ski toward the small island—I hoped it wouldn't have any horny people like us trying to get away from everyone to do some lewd things.
I kept fondling Lan's boobs. Man, they were so soft, my hands overflowing with them, palms filled with warm, smooth skin under the lotion and sun. My fingers sank deep into the heavy flesh.
Lan was opening fully to my touch now—she didn't care how I touched her, body relaxing back into me, moaning soft over the engine roar, hips shifting subtle to grind her ass against my dick harder.
Her ass was still pressed tight against my dick, and God, it was so big up close like that. Those massive cheeks swallowed my bulge completely, thick and juicy, jiggling with every wave hit. The thong string was lost deep between them.
My dick looked smaller in comparison, straining hard but dwarfed by her perfect curves.
There was no way in hell Lan's husband Minh ever even tried to fuck her doggystyle—well, I don't even think he fucked Lan with an erect dick ever, as she told me he couldn't get it hard for her.
And now I knew the reason why—the way he was getting his ass fucked by El, moaning low and needy, it was clear now that he was gay. He just didn't want to come out to his family, that's why he gave in to the pressure and married Lan.
But he was fully gay. The way he took El's cock deep left no room for doubt.
Honestly, it was bad for Lan. She wouldn't have a husband who'd love and satisfy her needs properly ever.
But it was perfect for me. With her husband out of the picture, and soon after Lan saw my dick in full glory, she would just be my little slave. She would crave my cock over any other man, over her useless husband who didn't even count.
Soon, at full speed, we reached the small island. I put my hands over Lan's to make sure she didn't mess up the brake. I didn't want the jet ski to go too deep into the sand.
I helped her press the brake. My hands guided hers gently on the levers as we slowed. The engine rumbled down, and the waves lapped softly against the hull.
"We're finally here, Alex," Lan said, looking around the island with wide eyes.
The island was full of greenery. The shore where we parked the jet ski had soft white sand, and a little farther inland the jungle started. Tall trees swayed gently, thick bushes filled the space, and so much green made it feel alive and untouched.
But a small path cut through the vegetation. It was narrow and worn, like people had walked it often, with dirt packed down and leaves trampled.
We got off the jet ski—waves lapping gentle at the hull—and walked on the sand, admiring the view, looking back at the ocean where we came from. Nothing in sight—we'd come too far, couldn't even see the main beach or any boats, just endless blue sea all around.
"It feels like we're deserted on an island," I said, looking around, voice low in the quiet.
"Yeah... it gives that vibe," Lan said smiling, finally enjoying her life.
"Hey Alex, look at that path," she said, pointing at the trail I'd noticed before. "It looks taken often."
"Yeah... do you wanna follow that and see where we end up?" I said, trying to scare her a little, teasing.
"Come on, Alex... let's go," she said, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me forward, excited and bold now.
But I pulled her closer instead—wrapping her in my arms, hands resting on her waist, grabbing her sexy hips firm, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her boobs fully pressed into my chest, heavy and warm through the tiny bikini top, nipples hard poking against me. My dick touched and poked her lower stomach—thick bulge pressing into her soft belly, throbbing with need.
"Alex... you are so needy," she looked up at me and said this in a lewd way, voice breathy, eyes dark, biting her lip.
"Yeah... what if I am?" I said, squeezing her into me more, grinding slow so she felt every inch of my hardness against her.
"Can't you wait a little longer?" she teased, tracing her finger on my chest closer to my nipples—she knew I was sensitive there.
"Do I look like I can wait?" I said, gesturing her to look down at my dick—which looked like it could rip my shorts any second from the hardness, head outlined thick, leaking through the fabric.
"God... you're still so hard," she said, looking at my tented shorts then back at me, not believing it—of course not, she didn't have any man around to show her what a real dick looked like, so everything was new for her, eyes wide with wonder and a little awe.
"Yeah... and it's all your fault," I said, grinding my bulge slow on her lower stomach, showing her how hard it was poking her, thick head pressing into her soft belly through the fabric.
"Why is it my fault?" she said, playing with me now, teasing back, voice breathy and playful, eyes sparkling as she pushed her hips subtle against me.
"You don't know why?" I asked, putting my face closer to hers—so close our breaths mixed, lips almost brushing, making her blush hard.
Seeing me up close like this while my dick was so tightly touching her, she blushed deep—looked down quick and hid her face in my chest like a cute girl, pressing soft kisses to my skin, lips warm and shy.
I was feeling her warmth with my arms wrapped around her—she put her arms behind me, wrapping tight and pulling me closer, like she was loving every second we were hugged like this, bodies molded, heat building.
Then she put her lips on my nipple—where she'd hidden her face—kissing it soft at first, warm and lingering, lips brushing the sensitive peak like she was testing, tasting.
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My dick jolted hard—throbbing sudden against her belly, the whole length twitching from the gentle contact, precum leaking more through my shorts.
She scoffed playful—muffled little laugh into my chest, body shaking subtle with amusement.
"What?" I said, slapping her ass cheek sharp like I was punishing her for laughing—palm connecting firm, making the thick flesh jiggle wild.
"Nothing..." she said muffled, voice teasing and breathy into my skin, then licked my nipple slow with saliva—tongue flat and wet, swirling deliberate around the hard peak, coating it shiny, soothing the earlier sting while sending fresh sparks down my spine.
Her saliva warm and slick was making me lose control—she knew exactly how to tease me with just my nipples, working her tongue slow and deliberate, flicking the hard peaks, then sucking gentle, the wet heat driving me crazy.
I imagined how hot her mouth would be on my cock—soft lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling, taking me deep, natural and eager.
I put my hand in her hair when she licked and sucked my nipples—fingers threading through the strands, gripping light but firm, guiding her closer. "Aahh... Lan... you know how to tease me good," I said, voice rough, body tensing as she bit down sharp, then soothed with her tongue again.
She kept licking them—slow circles, long flat strokes, tasting my skin like she loved it, biting hard enough to sting sweet, then soothing with saliva, coating them shiny and wet, making them throb more sensitive.
After a while, she came up—looking at me, breath hot on my face, eyes dark and needy. "Is it enough for now?" she asked, voice breathy, seeking my permission, like she'd only stop if I said so.
She looked so hot like that—coming up after licking my nipples, a little saliva still dripping from her full lips, mouth open slight, cheeks flushed, hair messy from my hand, thick body pressed close, tits heaving with every breath.
I put my face closer and kissed her deeply—lips crashing hungry, tongue pushing in, tasting her warmth and the faint salt of my own skin on her mouth. She kissed back harder—tongue meeting mine eager and messy, warm saliva mixing, moaning soft into the kiss, hands clutching my shoulders.
Her mouth was heaven—soft, wet, needy, sucking my tongue, biting my lip gentle, pulling me deeper like she couldn't get enough.
I kept kissing her lips—slow then rough, hands sliding to her waist, pulling her thick body tighter against me, dick throbbing hard between us.
Then after a while of devouring each other's lips we stopped—tongues pulling back slow, thin strings of saliva still connecting our mouths for a second before they broke, glistening in the sun.
She smiled shy and put her face in my chest again—not able to meet my eyes yet, pressing her cheek against my skin, breathing heavy. She was so innocent—even after so many years of marriage and not getting what her body deserved, she never cheated. I could see her innocence in her behavior, the way she hid, the blush that wouldn't fade, the way she trusted me completely despite everything.
"You wanna go deeper in the jungle?" I said, rubbing my hand slow on her back while she hid her face in my chest, fingers tracing her spine gentle.
"Yes," she whispered, voice muffled against me.
"Let's go, then," I said, taking her hand in mine.
We started walking toward that path—looking at each other, smiling, blushing, hands linked tight. We kept walking on the trail—it had clear terrain, dirt packed down from people walking it all the time, maybe some people like us who came here to do what we were here for, away from prying eyes.
"Alex, look," she said in excitement, pointing as we saw a snake hanging from a tree on the side—long and green, coiled lazy on a branch.
"I wonder what other kind of wild animals live here," I said, teasing a little, voice low.
It made Lan afraid—she clung to me instant, hands gripping my arm tight, body pressing closer, looking around nervous, walking even closer to me.
Soon after a little walking, we came to a clearing—and I could hear water falling, faint at first, then clearer, a steady rush.
"Wait... is that what I think it is?" I said, now hearing the sound clearly, eyes scanning ahead.
"Yeah, Alex... I think so," she said, voice excited, squeezing my hand.
When it fully came into view—we saw it: a huge waterfall, falling from a rocky cliff above, white water crashing down into a clear turquoise pool below, mist rising where it hit, sun sparkling off the spray, surrounded by green trees and vines.
"Wow, Alex... let's go closer," she said with excitement, eyes wide and sparkling.
I let go of her hand—watching her run a little ahead, thick body jiggling with every step, ass cheeks bouncing wildly in the tiny thong, tits heaving heavy in the small bikini top, nipples still hard and out.
She loved it so much, laughing free and joyful, and I loved it too—it's not every day you see a majestic waterfall like this living in the city.
I walked slow to it—taking in the view, the roar of the falls, the green trees around, the private feel of the place.
Lan was already closer to where the water hit the pool—kneeling down at the edge, putting her hand in, stirring it playful, fingers trailing through the current.
"Alex... it's warm," she said, looking back at me smiling, water dripping from her hand.
I got closer—knelt beside her, dipped my hands in too. Yeah, it was—nice and warm, like bathwater, soothing on the skin, perfect for relaxing.
"Alex... let's bathe in it," she said, looking at me hopeful, eyes bright, cheeks flushed from the run and the excitement.
Of-course, I wanted to.
And it was the perfect place for me and Lan to bond—away from everyone, no husband, no people, just the waterfall, the warm pool, her thick body and my thick dick.
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"Yes... it will be fun," I said, smiling dark, stepping closer.
Lan looked at me and then reached behind her back to open the string of her bikini top, fingers fumbling a little.
She was wearing a bikini—she didn't even need to remove it for bathing, but I guess she had something else in mind, wanting to be fully bare, no barriers.
"I can't reach it... ugh," she struggled. The knot was tight from the way her big boobs strained the fabric, making it hard to untie.
"Hey... let me help you," I said, moving closer behind her, hands sliding up her smooth back, fingers finding the knot and pulling it loose slow.
The top fell forward. Lan caught it quickly, cupping her breasts with her hands, holding the fabric against her chest.
I was still behind her—I pulled her closer, her thick naked back tightly pressed to my chest, skin warm and smooth against me, her body fitting perfect like it belonged there.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, grabbing the soft curve of her stomach, fingers splaying wide, feeling the gentle give of her flesh, pulling her back until there was no space left between us.
"Ahhh... Alex..." she melted into my touch, body relaxing heavy against me, breath hitching as my hard dick poked firm into her ass through the shorts.
I bit her neck—leaning over her shoulder from the side, teeth sinking firm into the soft skin, sucking a mark, tasting the salt and lotion, making her gasp sharp and tremble.
My hands reached forward—taking the bikini top from her grasp, the fabric she was holding over her chest, pulling it away slow and throwing it down on the ground, making her completely exposed from the front.
I kept kissing her neck, biting harder, licking the marks, sucking the pulse point, she was trembling now, whole body shaking subtle, no man had ever pushed her this far, no man had ever made her feel this good, years of neglect pouring out in shivers and soft moans.
I cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard, full and overflowing my palms, thumbs rolling her nipples rough. "Lan... they are so big," I said, shaking them gentle, watching them bounce.
"Yeah, Alex... they are just too big," she said soft, voice breathy and a little insecure. "Men stare at them all the time... I didn't like the looks."
She was such an innocent wife, saving her sinful body just for her husband, who she didn't know was gay, never thinking to make advances on other men, keeping herself covered and modest, thinking her curves were too much, unwanted.
I fondled her boobs so good, kneading deep, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching her nipples hard, tugging, rolling them between fingers, making her moan low, back arching into me.
"Should I remove this?" I asked, fingers touching the string of her lower bikini, tugging light at the side tie, meaning to open it, let it fall.
"Hmm..." she gave me permission, trembling in my arms, breath ragged, body pressing back needy, thighs rubbing together.
Man, the background, the atmosphere here was so good—us alone on an island, waterfall roaring behind in a steady crash, mist rising cool from the pool, so much greenery all around, tall trees swaying, bushes thick, so much openness and privacy at the same time, and just us two burning in raw heat, bodies close, hearts pounding, no one to interrupt.
I tugged the string slow. The bikini bottom loosened, giving her space so the fabric could slip down her thick thighs, sliding smooth over the soft flesh, falling to the ground at her feet with a soft rustle.
She was completely naked now, from top to bottom, a mature married woman with a thick body, an innocent married woman who I'd made naked in front of me on a deserted island. She was shivering just at the thought. What was she doing here with a man she'd just met not more than 24 hours ago? But I could see in her body how aroused she was, goosebumps rising across her skin in waves, nipples erect and dark, pointing hard in the air, pussy glistening wet between her thighs, lips swollen and parted slightly, breath coming quick and shallow.
I removed my already open shirt, letting it fall to the ground beside hers, and went for my shorts, lowering them down slow, the waistband catching for a second on my hardness before sliding past, my cock springing free thick and heavy, veins pulsing, head slick with precum, slapping up against my stomach then settling forward.
She realized my dick was in the open now as it touched her bare ass cheek, hot skin on hot skin, my heat connecting to her heat, the thick shaft touching her massive cheeks, head nudging the top of her crack.
She moaned low—body jolting subtle, trying to glance back but couldn't because of shame, face turning away quick, cheeks burning deep red, eyes squeezing shut like she couldn't believe she was letting this happen.
I had given her some space when I lowered my shorts. But now I pressed forward again, touching my dick fully on her bare thick ass cheek, grinding slow so she felt every inch slide along her skin, the hard length sliding over her juicy globes, throbbing against her.
She was burning with shame—being like this with a man other than her husband, naked on a deserted island, body exposed, dick pressing into her ass, no hiding, no covering.
I pulled her closer to me—so our bodies were tightly pressed, chest to her back, dick deep between her cheeks, arms wrapping her waist, hands splaying on her soft belly, making her feel more shameful, more owned, more turned on.
I put my fingers in front—making them go lower, sliding slow down her soft belly, tracing the gentle curve, then brushing her bare pussy lips, feeling how swollen and slick they were from everything we'd done, how wet I'd made her.
She was so wet, my fingers got drenched instantly, coated thick and shiny with her juices, dripping down my knuckles as I spread them along her folds, brushing her clit light, feeling it throb under the touch.
I put them up to show her. "See, Lan... how wet you are," I said, leaning over her shoulder to see her reaction, holding my fingers close to her face.
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She looked at them, eyes wide, breath coming heavy and ragged, chest rising fast, all of this was too much for her. She had never let her body go this far, never felt this exposed, this aroused, this wanted. She was breaking in ways she'd never known, shame and pleasure crashing hard, making her tremble.
I put my fingers that were drenched with her pussy juices in my mouth while she watched. I licked them slowly, filthy, tongue swirling to taste every drop, sucking them clean, savoring her flavor, eyes locked on hers the whole time.
Then after licking her fingers so good and drenching them thoroughly with my saliva, swirling my tongue around each one slow and filthy, tasting her pussy juices mixed with my spit, I brought them up to her face.
She looked at them for a second, eyes wide, breath catching, then opened her mouth and took them in eagerly, licking them slowly, even more filthier than me, tongue wrapping around my fingers, sucking every inch like she loved the combined flavor of us, moaning soft as she cleaned them, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
I let her lick them for a while, watching her mouth work, lips glossy with saliva and her own wetness—then slid them again into her pussy, pushing two fingers deep, drenching them fresh with her thick arousal, curling to brush her walls, making her clench hard around them.
I brought them back to her mouth—letting her lick them again. She did without hesitation, losing to the pleasure, not caring about anything anymore, lips parting eagerly as she took my fingers in, tongue swirling slow and thorough around each one, sucking them clean, tasting herself on me over and over, moaning soft and muffled, eyes half-closed in bliss.
Then I took them from her mouth, still slick with her saliva and her juices, and put them in my own, licking them in front of her, slow and deliberate, tongue tracing every drop, sucking them deep, eyes locked on hers the whole time, showing her how much I loved her taste, how filthy and good it was.
She watched with her mouth open, body still trembling against mine, leaning back heavy on me, thighs shaking, pussy clenching visible as more wetness leaked out.
After licking my fingers clean, I put my hand on her chin and pulled her to face me—kissing her deep, tasting the flavors of us again directly from each other's mouths, tongue pushing in messy, saliva mixing, moaning nonstop into the kiss, her tongue dancing eager with mine.
"Alex..." she looked at me with needy eyes, breaking the kiss, voice wrecked, breath hot on my lips.
"Yes, baby," I said, mouth still close to hers, so our warm breaths mixed.
"Am I a bad wife?" she asked, looking so lewd I almost came grinding my dick on her ass cheeks, eyes glassy, lips swollen, face flushed, body trembling with guilt and lust.
I didn't say anything—just pulled her into a deeper kiss, making her forget all about her husband. Of course she was a bad wife, but I wouldn't blame her—her husband didn't deserve her, and she deserved so much more that only I could give her.
Then I turned her around to face me—my dick touching tightly to her lower stomach now, hot and hard, head smearing precum on her soft belly.
She looked at it—eyes widening huge, breath catching sharp, staring like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. I gave her space—stepping back just enough so she could take it all in, my dick standing proud between us, fully exposed in the sunlight, hard and thick, veins pulsing along the length, head swollen and glistening, bigger than anything she'd ever known.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked up at me with wide eyes, showing how shocked she was, then back down to my dick, her mouth parting slightly in awe. Her eyes traced every inch slowly, following the thick veins pulsing along the shaft, the swollen head glistening with precum, and the whole length twitching with need right in front of her.
Of course she would be shocked. It was a massive upgrade after her husband's 3-inch dick, and I was being generous even saying three inches. She kept looking at it, unable to tear her gaze away. Her mouth watered visibly as her tongue darted out to wet her lips without thinking, breathing heavier.
"Touch it, Lan," I commanded her as she kept looking at my dick, not able to believe the size, the girth, eyes wide, mouth parted, staring like it was something unreal.
"Alex..." she looked at me again, voice soft and shaky. "It's so big," she said, like she still couldn't believe a dick could be this big, this thick, this hard right in front of her.
My dick was throbbing painfully now, twitching just from the sight of Lan's massive boobs in front of me, heavy and bare, nipples dark and erect, her thick naked body trembling under the sun.
"Feel it, Lan," I said, voice low and firm, seeing how she was figuring out how something this big was gonna fit in her, eyes tracing the length, the veins, the swollen head.
She put her hands up. She was scared but she wanted to feel it herself, to see how big it really was. She reached slowly, trembling like it was some kind of monster that would bite her hand off if she made a sudden move, fingers hesitant and shaking.
Slowly her finger touched my dick, just a little, the lightest brush on the shaft, and my dick twitched hard from the small movement, jumping toward her hand. She pulled her hand back instinctively, like she had awakened something forbidden, eyes widening more.
"Don't be scared, Lan," I said again, giving her the confidence, voice gentle but commanding, leaning a little closer.
She reached again, now slower, more deliberate, and put her hand on it, wrapping her fingers around the upper part of my shaft. It was so big in her hands—even after her fingers wrapped around my upper shaft, they could barely close around the girth, her small hand looking tiny against the thickness, barely encircling half of it.
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She kept her hand on my dick, taking it in slowly, feeling how majestic it looked—her small fingers barely able to wrap around the thick shaft, eyes wide with disbelief, staring like it was something that shouldn't even exist in this world. Well, for sure it didn't exist in her world until now, after years with a husband who couldn't even get hard for her.
"Stroke it, Lan... feel it good," I said, groaning low as her warm hand made my dick even harder, the heat of her palm sliding along the length, thumb brushing the head accidental.
She started stroking it slow—eyes fixed on it, mouth open a little in awe, hand moving up and down tentative at first, then steadier, feeling every vein, every throb, learning the shape, the weight.
"Ahh... your hand feels so good, Lan," I said, voice rough, hips shifting subtle into her grip. She was so innocent and inexperienced, and all this was making me more turned on—I was the one teaching this mature woman about all this, guiding her hand, showing her what real pleasure felt like.
"Like this, Alex?" she asked, looking up at me with those lusty eyes, like she was enjoying the lesson and wanted to pass with best grades, hand stroking firmer now, twisting gentle at the head.
"Yeah... just pull it back, don't be afraid to hurt me," I said, wanting her to really pull my foreskin back and see her hands cover my full length, feel the slick head emerge.
She did it—slowly peeling the skin down, exposing the swollen head fully, fingers sliding along the shaft, looking at me with those dark, needy eyes, breath quickening as she felt how thick and long it really was.
It was all good—but ever since I saw her in that tiny bikini with her fat juicy ass exposed like that, and now that she was naked in front of me, I wanted to eat her ass so bad, bury my face between those massive cheeks.
I stopped her stroking—turned her around slowly, letting her ass come in view, cheeks round and thick, jiggling as she shifted. Her pussy was leaking down her thighs, juices shining in the sun, making me starve more to just bury my face in there and slurp all the wetness.
I dropped to my knees behind her—hands on her massive cheeks, struggling to even hold them fully, fingers digging deep into that soft yet firm flesh, sinking in like dough, the weight and give making my dick throb harder.
I managed to spread those fat cheeks wide—opening her completely, exposing everything. Damn, she was a mess, her holes so wet and twitching with need, pussy lips swollen and glistening, asshole puckered tight but leaking, all these juices dripping down her thighs, her holes begging for it, making me hungrier than ever.
I put my mouth closer to her holes—she could feel my warmth now, hot breath ghosting over her sensitive skin, making her leak more, a fresh trickle running down.
"Alex... ahh... please don't look," she said, voice trembling, not able to handle the shame. Why would she? No one in her 40 years of life had looked at her holes like this, made her this wet, this out of control. She was leaking more juices just from the shame alone, body betraying her completely.
I pushed my face a little in—not touching her holes yet—and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent slow. "Ahhh..." I groaned low, smelling my brunch as I'd skipped breakfast today and it was almost lunch time, her musky, sweet arousal filling my lungs, driving me wild.
"Alex... please... I feel shameful," she whispered, leaking more as my face stayed this close, breath teasing her asshole.
"Look at you, Lan," I said, blowing a warm breath directly on her asshole that looked so delicious, tight, twitching slightly from the heat of my mouth so close,
She was drowning in shame, body trembling hard—but still she reached her hands behind and spread her ass cheeks more for me, fingers digging deep into the thick flesh, opening herself wider, offering everything like she couldn't stop herself.
"Yeah... good girl," I said, voice rough with approval, as I didn't need to do all the work in spreading her fat cheeks anymore—her hands holding them apart, cheeks spilling over her fingers, asshole fully exposed and quivering.
"Did your husband ever taste your pussy, Lan?" I asked, putting a finger on her pussy—it drenched my finger instantly, slick and hot, coating it thick as her juices gushed fresh from the question alone.
"No, Alex... he never... ahh..." she moaned from just my finger on her pussy, thighs shaking, pussy clenching visible as the words poured out, shame and need crashing together.
"Ahhh..." I inhaled her smell again—deep and slow, nose pressed close to her ass, breathing in the musky, sweet scent of her arousal, the mix of sweat, lotion, and her thick juices that had dripped down. "You'll see how a real man tastes these tasty holes today," I said, voice low and rough, promising her everything her body had been denied for years.
She moaned—losing to the shame but excited to get her holes licked for the first time, body trembling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching visible as fresh wetness leaked out.
"Lan... please be a good girl for me and get down on your hands and knees?" I asked her commanding, voice firm but gentle, wanting to eat her good, to worship and ruin her from behind.
She lowered herself down—slow, obedient—getting on all fours on the warm stone, glancing back over her shoulder as she couldn't wait, eyes dark with need, ass arched high, cheeks spread slightly from the position.
I positioned myself behind her closer—kneeling, hands spreading her ass cheeks wide again, looking at my meal, her pussy swollen and dripping, lips parted, clit throbbing, asshole tight and puckered, everything glistening under the sun, begging for my mouth.
She couldn't help me spread her ass cheeks now—I had to do all the work, and I wasn't complaining a single bit, fingers digging deep into the thick flesh, spreading her fully open, exposing every inch.
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I tasted everything from bottom to top with my tongue like I was a wild animal—slow, deliberate, starting at her clit, licking flat and long up through her pussy lips, collecting her juices, then pushing my tongue inside her hole, swirling to taste her walls, then dragging up to her asshole, circling the tight ring, flicking the center, sucking gentle.
She moaned "Ahah..."—couldn't speak anything else, just her body shook violently from my tongue, so deprived for a single touch, she would come undone from this alone.
Just from a single lick my mouth got drenched in her juices—it was dripping from my chin and mouth, thick and warm, running down my neck as I dove in deeper.
I went in again—tasting her again, bottom to top, tongue flat and broad, lapping up everything her holes threw at me, sucking her clit hard, then pushing into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, then rimming her asshole, pressing the tip inside just a little, making her clench and leak more.
"You are so tasty, Lan," I said as her juices dripped from my mouth and chin—so thick, warm, and sweet, coating my lips and running down my neck in sticky trails.
"Alex... please..." she begged, putting one hand on her cheek, spreading it a little more to show me her pussy which was begging, swollen lips parted wide, clit throbbing, leaking fresh with every pulse. She wanted me to eat her, and she was loving it—why wouldn't she? A woman with a juicy thick body like her deserved to be eaten like that, worshipped like that, devoured completely.
I put my face in again—now focusing on her pussy, tongue flat and broad, licking the hell out of it. I pushed deep inside her, reaching places her husband's three-inch dick couldn't even imagine touching.
With Lan's thick curves and folds like that, a dick so small wouldn't even get entry, let alone fuck her properly—her pussy was built for real thickness, real depth, and I was giving it to her with my tongue.
I spread her ass cheeks more—hands gripping hard, pulling them wide apart until it hurt her asshole from the stretch, but she liked every bit of it, moaning louder like she was dying from the pleasure, body shaking violently.
I ate her pussy like I was dying of thirst—drinking her juices as her pussy leaked fresh, filling my mouth over and over, tongue fucking her hard, swirling inside her walls, then flicking her clit fast, biting her lips gentle, sucking them into my mouth.
"Umm... ahh... yes... harder Alex... ahh harder please..." she cried, putting her hand that had been spreading her cheek on my head now—trying to get my tongue deeper, grinding her ass on my face, pulling me in, smothering me in her thick flesh.
My dick was leaking so much precum that it started dropping on the stone below—thick clear strands falling from the head, pooling on the ground. It had been hard for so long, throbbing painfully, desperate for satisfaction, but I kept eating her, tongue relentless, hands spreading her wider.
Lan's moans grew louder—we were alone on a deserted island, in the middle of a jungle where no one could hear her. She let herself go completely free, moaning as loud as she could, voice echoing off the trees and rocks, raw and unrestrained, years of pent-up need pouring out in every cry.
"Fuck, Alex... ahh... you're so deep," she said, her hand still on my head, fingers gripping my hair tight, guiding me deeper into her pussy, pushing my face harder against her, thighs trembling around my ears.
She moaned this hard from just my tongue—imagine when she got my dick in her, she would lose consciousness, her mind would go blank from the stretch and pleasure she'd never known.
After savoring her for a while—tongue fucking her slow and deep, drinking every drop—I pulled my face back, dripping fully with her juices, chin and lips shining wet, strands of her arousal connecting me to her pussy.
She missed my tongue instantly—body shaking, hips rocking back needy, searching for more. "Alex... please don't stop," she said, reaching for my face desperate, fingers brushing my wet cheeks, like she wanted something, anything inside her now.
"Relax, Lan," I said, getting my dick closer to her pussy, rubbing the thick head slow on her swollen lips, teasing her entrance, coating it with her wetness. "You're gonna love it."
She realized it was my dick now—she could feel the heat, the thick head even bigger than her pussy entrance, pressing against her, spreading her lips wide just from the nudge. She glanced back like she couldn't believe it was happening, eyes wide with shock and hunger, mouth open in a silent gasp.
I rubbed it so good on her pussy—sliding the shaft along her folds, head bumping her clit with every pass, making my dick fully shine with her juices, so wet it dripped from it, thick strands falling to the stone below.
"Ahh..." she moaned, grinding her pussy on my dick shaft, taking in all the length she could without penetration, hips rocking back desperate, pussy clenching around nothing, leaking more, coating me completely.
But then I looked at her asshole which was just above, twitching just from the pleasure, and I wanted to ruin it. I could fuck her pussy later—I wanted to shove my dick in her tight asshole, make her break completely.
After drenching my cock with her pussy juices—sliding the thick shaft along her swollen lips, coating it shiny and slick—I put it on her asshole, just the head pressing against the tight small hole.
No way in hell it would fit there easily—my dick head looked so big next to her tiny ring, the contrast making me lose control, throbbing painful, desperate to push in.
I started rubbing it on her asshole—slow circles, pressing firm, trying to make it open, the head nudging the center, spreading her own juices around the rim, feeling it flutter and clench under the pressure.
She realized what I was about to do, "Alex... please not there... fuck..." she said, moaning as her asshole twitched around my cock head, just the tip touching the circle, body shaking from the new sensation.
"Shh... relax, Lan," I said, voice low and commanding. "I'm gonna stretch it."
"Alex... your dick is so big... it would never fit... please... ahhh..." she said, losing to the pleasure, voice breaking, hips rocking subtle back despite the words, ass pushing against the head.
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I put my hand on her pussy which was leaking nonstop—drenching my fingers completely in her thick juices, sliding two in quick to scoop more wetness—and spread it on her asshole, rubbing the slickness around the ring, fingers opening it gentle, pushing inside to lube the tight insides, making it slippery enough to slip my dick in.
"Alex..." she glanced back, voice trembling with desperation, "please put it in my pussy." She couldn't wait any longer for me to open her asshole—it was taking too much time, her body aching for relief, pussy dripping and clenching empty.
"Don't worry, Lan... I'm gonna fill both of your holes," I said, managing to stretch her asshole a little with my fingers—two fingers pushing in slow, scissoring gentle to widen the tight ring, holding it open so it would get used to the new stretch, feeling her walls flutter around me.
Her ass was still grinding back on my cock, unable to resist, cheeks sliding along my shaft, desperate for more even as she begged for her pussy.
After pulling her asshole more with my fingers—stretching it wider, adding a third to prepare it—I got it enough to fit my dick head. The rest of the work could be done by my cock once it was inside; it could stretch the insides deeper, but the hard task was just to make the head enter.
I pushed my cock head hard—pressing firm, the thick tip nudging against the lubed ring, forcing it open slow. "Fuck... ahh... you're so tight, Lan," I said, panting heavy, sweat beading on my skin as the head popped in sudden, stretching her wide.
"Ahhh... it hurts, Alex..." she cried, body jolting, ass clenching hard around the head, pain mixing with pleasure, but she didn't pull away, hips rocking subtle like she needed it.
Of course it would hurt—this woman's pussy was like that of a virgin even after so many years of marriage, so of course her asshole would be this tight, untouched, virgin territory. But I was making sure she wouldn't be tight and fresh after today—I would ruin all her holes beyond repair, stretch her until she craved only me.
I shoved my dick more hard—"Aahhh... let me in, dammit," I growled, finally getting the head fully in her asshole, the rest of the shaft staying outside, throbbing with need, feeling left out.
I breathed heavy—now the hard part was done, I had entry. My cock could find its way by itself now, inching deeper with every pulse. I rested a little—letting Lan's asshole adjust, the tight ring twitching wildly around just my dick head, clenching rhythmic, trying to pull me in while fighting the stretch.
Lan was in so much pain, but her body was still leaking more juices—pussy dripping thick down her thighs, clit swollen and throbbing as she reached one hand below to rub it frantically, doubling the stimulation, trying to chase the pleasure through the burn in her stretched asshole.
My dick head rested in her freshly stretched asshole, pulsing hard inside the tight ring, looking so monstrous trying to get into such a tiny hole—the thick, veiny shaft straining against the resistance, head swollen and red from the effort, precum mixing with her juices to ease the way.
Lan was shorter than Tiffany—compared to her, my dick looked even bigger against Lan's holes, the contrast insane, her mature but tight body not built for this size. It was good her husband was gay and didn't need pussy for satisfaction, because after today, Lan's holes wouldn't be satisfied with any other cock but mine. She would crave my size in both of her holes after this, ruined for anything smaller, micro penises like Minh's no longer even registering.
Lan was still grinding her ass back, almost making my dick pop out from her asshole—I grabbed her hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, controlling her movements, holding her steady so I could push deeper without slipping.
My dick was pulsing painfully—throbbing with need, veins bulging, so close to bursting if I didn't release my cum soon. I pushed more—grabbing her hips tighter, spreading her ass cheeks wide with my thumbs, slapping one cheek so hard it turned red instantly, the sharp sound echoing off the rocks.
"Ahh... harder, Alex..." she moaned, loving the roughness, body shaking, pussy clenching around nothing as she rubbed her clit faster.
"You like when I'm rough with you?" I said, slapping the other cheek just as hard—it jiggled wildly, skin blooming bright red, the impact making her cry out in pleasure-pain.
"Ahh... punish me, Alex... I'm a bad wife..." she moaned, voice wrecked and filthy, completely lost now.
She was such a filthy slut—her husband getting his ass fucked by some trans woman in a janitor room, and here she was getting fucked by a young guy, cheating on her husband, getting her holes stretched beyond anything she'd known. How could she face her husband after what I was doing to her today? She couldn't—and she didn't care anymore.
She just wanted my dick to be in her holes—nothing crossed her mind at this point. No husband, no family, no faithfulness. Just my dick and her begging holes, aching for me to fill them, stretch them, ruin them.
I shoved my dick more into her tight asshole—slipping it slowly inside, inch by thick inch, the head popping past the ring with a wet pop, the shaft following as her walls gripped me like a vice. "Fuck... it's still too tight," I groaned, voice rough and strained, feeling the burn of resistance even with all the lube from her pussy juices.
Her ass was pulling me deeper yet resisting at the same time—clenching hard around my cock, trying to push me out while her hips rocked back greedy for more. It was good I'd filled her asshole with her juices before; otherwise my dick would've just been stuck in it, unable to move, the friction too much.
"Ahh... just a little more, Alex..." she moaned, voice breaking, body shaking as she felt me filling her slowly with my hardness, the stretch burning but turning into pleasure, her pussy leaking fresh down her thighs.
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"Yeah baby... just relax a little bit for me... fuck," I said, panting heavy, my dick hurting from so much tightness but I wasn't backing down. From the moment I saw her ass, I was determined to destroy it—no matter the cost, no matter how long it took.
"Fuck..." finally I pushed it inside deeper—getting half my length buried, the rest throbbing outside. "Ahh," I groaned, resting a little, letting my dick pulse inside her, feeling her walls flutter and adjust around me.
But Lan couldn't wait—she realized how filled she was with my dick, and started moving, rocking her hips back and forth, trying to push it in and out herself.
"Ah... yes baby... like that," I said, grabbing her thick juicy hips hard, letting her do the work for now, guiding her rhythm. "Yeah... just like that," I groaned as she took me in deeper, ass swallowing more of my cock with every push.
Damn, her asshole was so tiny—and the way my monster dick was stuck inside it, I could almost feel Lan's pain, the stretch burning her, but her momma didn't raise a quitter. She was taking it all in, moaning louder, body shaking but pushing back harder.
"Ahh... ahhh... Alex... it's so hard... ahh... it's hurting me..." she said, voice wrecked, but she still moved, pleasure overcoming the pain, pussy dripping nonstop as she ground back on me.
"It's your first time, Lan... don't worry, you'll get the habit," I said, voice rough, knowing I wasn't just letting Lan go ignored when we returned to the city. I was making sure I fucked her in her apartment, right on the bed she slept with her husband, ruining every hole so she'd crave only me.
I kept fucking her ass—slow at first, then harder, pulling out halfway and slamming back in, stretching her nicely now as she loosened up, her moans turning from pain to pure pleasure, ass taking me deeper with every thrust.
I stretched her asshole so much—I was satisfied with how the tiny hole took me in easily now. It was still tight, gripping my shaft like a vice, but not impossible anymore, the ring relaxed around my thickness, pulsing with every heartbeat.
Her pussy was leaking in waves—it was so stimulated it could come with just a touch, lips swollen and parted, clit throbbing visible, juices dripping thick down her thighs onto the stone below.
It was clenching around nothing, waiting for a worthy cock for years—her husband's tiny dick never reaching anywhere close to filling her properly. I was satisfied with how stretched her asshole was now, and I didn't want to cum in her ass. I wanted to cum in her pussy—cum so deep she could get pregnant, and her husband would wonder how the hell that happened.
I pulled out slow—watching the mess I'd made of her asshole: it gaped slightly, red and swollen, closing slowly as it tried to recover. I spat on it right before it closed completely—thick spit landing on the stretched ring, dripping inside, lubing the insides one last time.
Then I lined up my dick on her pussy—head pressing against her entrance, slick with her juices and my spit. It was tight but nothing like her asshole, and with how hard she was leaking, I had all the lube in the world to push my cock in.
I pushed a little into her pussy entrance—she moaned loud, body shaking, hips rocking back needy. I pushed deeper—slow at first, then harder, sinking in fully in one long thrust, no mercy, no pause to let her adjust. I was brutal—I knew her pussy wasn't stretched before like that, all uncharted territory, but she was loving it, crying out in pleasure-pain, walls fluttering around my shaft, sucking me in greedy.
"You're so deep, Alex..." she said, moving her hips, grinding back to take more, voice wrecked.
"Yeah... and I'm gonna cum so much inside you, Lan," I said, darkness taking over me—fucking someone's wife like that, taking her out far while she was on vacation with her husband, filling her holes. Fuck, these sinful acts I kept doing made my dick throb harder, veins pulsing inside her.
I started thrusting harder—hips slamming forward, balls slapping her clit with every stroke, her body shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed her hips hard—fingers digging into the soft flesh—so she wouldn't collapse forward, holding her steady as I pounded deep.
"Ahh... Alex... ahhh... harder please..." she moaned, loving the roughness, pushing back to meet every thrust, pussy clenching tight around me.
I got more wild—slamming into her, making echoing sounds in front of the waterfall, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the roar of water. Fuck, her pussy was so warm and so wet, gripping me like it never wanted to let go, and my dick had been teased for so long—since I'd seen Shyla, the pregnant MILF at the reception—it was dying to cum.
And I was going to fill Lan with every single drop before returning her to her husband on the beach.
Before I could cum, Lan came so hard—rubbing her clit from below frantic, body convulsing, pussy spasming around my cock, milking me tight.
"Fuck... ahhh... don't stop please..." she cried, cumming hard, juices gushing fresh around my shaft, soaking my balls, making me even wetter.
"I'm coming too, Lan... fuck..." I groaned, thrusting deep one last time—burying myself to the hilt, cock pulsing as I came hard, shooting thick ropes deep inside her pussy, flooding her womb, breeding her full.
"Ahh..." I came so much, thick warm cum shooting deep inside her in heavy pulses—my dick refusing to soften, still throbbing and pumping more ropes into her womb, filling her completely, making sure every drop reached as far as possible.
I kept thrusting slow—gentle rolls of my hips, letting her pussy milk every bit of my cum, her walls clenching rhythmic around me, sucking it deeper like she wanted to keep it all inside.
After thrusting for a while, I pulled it out slow, watching the mess we'd made: so much wetness, our juices mixing thick and white, strings of cum and her arousal connecting my dick to her pussy as I withdrew, glistening in the sun. She missed my cock instantly—glancing back with needy eyes, hips rocking subtle like she wanted it back inside.
I stood up—then stood Lan up roughly, hands firm on her hips, pulling her to her feet. I took her into the warm pool that was our main reason to get naked in the first place—water lapping soft and hot around us, steam rising faint from the waterfall's heat.
I sat inside the warm water close to the edge—so just my lower body went in—and made Lan sit on my lap, facing me. I lined my cock up and entered her pussy again as she lowered herself down, thick shaft sliding back in easy from all the wetness, filling her deep once more.
Her huge boobs were aroused with everything we were doing—right in front of my face, heavy and bouncing as she settled, nipples dark and hard, begging for my mouth.
I sucked them like they were the last two mangoes in the world—lips closing around one hard peak, tongue swirling, then biting down firm, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, pulling it into my mouth deep. They were so soft and so big—my hands couldn't even hold them fully, fingers sinking in as I kneaded them rough.
My dick was still shooting the last few pulses inside her warm pussy while she ground on my lap—hips rolling slow, pussy clenching around me, milking the final drops.
She pulled me into her chest tighter—wanting me to suck the fuck out of her boobs, hands in my hair pressing my face deeper into her tits.
"You like sucking my boobs, Alex?... ahh..." she moaned as I worshipped her body with my mouth, lips and tongue working her heavy tits relentlessly.
I bit her nipple hard—like I wanted to rip it off—putting it in my mouth fully, looking up at Lan while she looked into my eyes, moaning hard as my dick pulsed in her.
I was so close to biting her nipples off—"Ahah... Alex... ahh..." she cried with pain that was her pleasure now, body shaking, hips grinding harder on my cock, pussy squeezing tight like she wanted to keep me buried forever.
I filled her so deep while sucking her tits like that—like a beast who hadn't eaten anything for days. She just looked at me biting her lips, loving how her mature older body, which she was insecure about, was making a young man crazy. I just couldn't get enough of her thick curves—I wanted to just get lost in them. Minutes felt like years sucking her boobs, she was constantly moaning, grinding on my dick, and my dick was making sure she woke up pregnant tomorrow, getting a child as a gift from me on this trip.
I wasn't even finished shooting cum in her and I came again hard. "Ahah... Lan... fuck..." I pulled her into a deep kiss, a filthy kiss between two naked bodies burning in raw heat, tongues messy, saliva mixing, moaning into each other's mouths.
We were both panting now—a satisfied afterglow on our faces. Lan's body didn't have any power left; I had fucked the life out of her. She was leaning on me, sitting on my lap, breathing heavily. I kept my arms wrapped around her for a while, holding her close, my dick still inside her shooting whatever cum it had left in slow pulses.
"Should we get back?" I said, putting her face up in my hands and looking into her broken eyes—glassy, lust-filled, completely surrendered.
She just blushed looking at me and hid her face in my chest again, leaning into me like she wanted to stay forever.
"I don't even know how I'll face my husband, Alex," she said, face still into my chest, not meeting my eyes, voice small and shaky with guilt and satisfaction.
I consoled her back, rubbing my hands slow on her bare skin. My dick was still inside her, shooting the last drops. "Don't think about it. He won't even know."
"Let's get back," Lan said finally after thinking for a while, satisfied and ready to go look her husband in the eyes after getting bred by me. "Lily and the others might be wondering where we were if they had met Minh."
Lan quickly got into her tiny bikini—and I pulled my shorts and shirt on—and then we left smiling hand in hand to our jet ski.
Lan was not able to walk properly now. "It hurts to walk, Alex," she said as I noticed she walked weirdly, legs shaky, thighs rubbing together careful, pussy and asshole sore from the stretching.
"Don't worry... you'll get used to it," I said, looking at her with a smirk.
Lan couldn't drive the jet ski with her aching holes like that, so I got in front and she sat behind me tightly, putting her face on my back like she was my wife now, completely surrendered into me.
I started the jet ski—pulled the accelerator and took it with speed, back in the direction we came from.
I couldn't remember the exact location where we took our jet ski, so I just parked it somewhere else on the main beach, and we both got off.
We walked close—trying to find if someone from our building was there, her thick body brushing mine, still glowing from what we'd done.
Then a familiar voice came from behind. "Alex... you're finally here."
I turned around and oh my god—it was Tiffany in a white tiny-ass bikini that barely covered her boobs, even bigger than Lan's because Tiffany was taller and had an hourglass figure. Her tiny waist flared into that thick ass which had just a string covering her pussy from front—she was a mother of an 18-year-old girl and the way she looked at this beach was sinful.
"Hey Lan... you're here too, you look so hot," Tiffany said, seeing Lan in her bikini now—running up to her, jiggling her assets, huge boobs hugging each other as they embraced, thick thighs rubbing together in the hug.
Motherfucker, my dick wasn't getting rest—hard again instantly, throbbing in my shorts as I watched two thick MILFs press their bodies together, tits squishing, curves on display, the sight pure sin under the hot sun.
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I was just looking at these MILFs hugging like they were the best of friends, and God, the way their thick bodies in tiny bikinis jiggled—I wanted both of them to line up in front of me and shove my cock in them, alternating between their juicy holes until they begged for mercy, tits bouncing, asses clapping, the sight alone making my dick twitch hard again in my shorts.
"Hey, Alex... you took so long," Tiffany said as I was lost in thought, her voice snapping me back, eyes flicking to my bulge with a knowing smirk, like she could read my mind.
"Hey... yeah, I woke up late," I said casual, trying to play it off, but my eyes kept drifting to her white bikini clinging to her curves, the thin fabric soaked from the sea, outlining her pussy lips clear under the string front, cameltoe deep and inviting.
"Where is Minh? You two were alone?" Tiffany asked as she saw us walking close, without Lan's husband, eyebrow raised suspicious, glancing between us like she sensed the afterglow on Lan's face, the way she walked sore and satisfied.
"He is just around... he found a new friend," Lan said quick to Tiffany so she wouldn't ask too many questions—we shouldn't tell her we were out there having an adventure, alone on a jet ski, fucking like animals on a deserted island. She would get jealous for sure, seeing how close we were now.
"Where are the others? Lily and the girls?" I asked, looking around—it was just Tiffany there, standing tall and curvy in the sand, sun glistening on her skin, making her white bikini almost see-through, pussy mound full and prominent under the string, lips outlined like an invitation.
"Just a little ahead," she said, pointing to somewhere far down the beach. "We've secured a place waiting for you all, but you took so long."
"Let's go... we should do some fun activities," I said, looking at Tiffany's body from bottom to top—starting at her thick thighs rubbing together, up to her wide hips, then her tiny waist, and finally those massive tits spilling over the top, nipples hard and dark poking through the wet fabric.
She realized how I looked at her—eyes hungry—and looked at me with a lewd expression. "Plenty of time to have fun," she said, putting a finger on her breasts and lowering it slow down to her sexy stomach, tracing the curve, then to the thin string covering her pussy, teasing me, the fabric glistening under the sun, soaked from the water and maybe more.
My mouth watered at the view—damn, my dick started coming to life again., throbbing hard in my shorts, precum leaking fresh from the tease.
"Let's meet up with the others," Lan said—she was getting confident now, speaking up in groups and looking satisfied, like the fuck on the island had unlocked something in her, walking with a sway.
We went to where Tiffany was pointing and came upon two thick ladies lying on their stomachs, their fat asses on full display. Their sun-kissed skin glowed, cheeks round and juicy, spread wide on the mats, thong strings lost between them, jiggling slightly with every breath or small movement. Men passing by, young guys like me included, couldn't help but stare, slowing their steps, pretending to look at the sea while their eyes stayed locked on those massive curves.
"Look who's here, girls," Tiffany said, reaching them with a big grin, her white bikini barely holding on as she moved.
Both of them looked sideways and saw me approaching—they both slowly stood up from their mats, sitting first then rising, jiggling their boobs heavily with the motion, tits bouncing in their tiny bikinis, nipples faintly outlined through the thin fabric.
"You took so long... we were waiting for you to apply sunscreen on us as punishment for being this late on a fun trip," Lily said, looking at me like she really meant it, her voice teasing with a bit of heat, her eyes moving over my body and lingering on my bulge.
She was wearing a tiny pink tie-side string bikini that showed off her toned ass perfectly. It looked juicy, the cheeks round and firm, with the thin strings riding high on her hips and disappearing between them from the back. From the front, it barely covered her, the fabric stretched tight over her mound, the cameltoe subtle but still obvious. Her toned waist and flat stomach only made the whole look feel even more sinful.
"Yeah... I was coming to get you myself," Autumn said, standing tall. She was wearing the same tiny bikini style but in green color—her recent gym fitness clearly visible in her thick, muscular thighs, strong and defined, quads flexing as she shifted weight. Her boobs were on full display, just small triangles hiding the nipples, the rest spilling out heavy and round, bouncing as she moved, the green fabric contrasting her tanned skin perfectly.
Both of them loved that I was here now—they'd been waiting for so long, eyes hungry, bodies on display like they knew exactly what they wanted.
"Oh... I missed the punishment then? You already applied sunscreen?" I said, looking at their bodies slowly from bottom to top—taking in every curve, every jiggle, pretending to be disappointed but obviously ready for whatever "punishment" they had in mind, my eyes lingering on their thick thighs, wide hips, and heavy tits barely contained in tiny bikinis.
"Don't worry... we'll punish you in some other way," Autumn said, looking at me with a lewd smile, then turning around slow and showing me her ass view—cheeks round and firm from the gym, string thong lost deep between them, ass flexing as she bent slightly, teasing, the thin fabric stretched tight over her pussy from the front.
All these MILFs were so thick and had juicy assets, I was the only male standing between them, surrounded by curves and heat.
Every guy passing by cursed under their breath, staring jealous, watching me with these mature women, wishing they could trade places, adjusting themselves subtle as they walked past, eyes locked on the jiggling tits and asses on display.
"Hey... where are Brittany and Gloria?" I asked, noticing only those two were missing..
"Did they both not come back yet?" Tiffany asked Lily and Autumn, concern creeping in, arms crossed under her big tits, pushing them up more.
"No... it's been too long now," Lily said, looking far down the beach where they might have gone, shading her eyes from the sun.