Chapter 2463 - MS 12..

"Hey... where are Brittany and Gloria?" I asked, noticing only those two were missing.

"They still haven't come back?" Tiffany asked Lily and Autumn, concern creeping in as she crossed her arms under her big tits, pushing them up even 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.

"What happened? Where did they go?" I asked, looking in the direction she pointed.

"They said they were just going to explore and haven't come back yet," Tiffany said, worried. "It's been more than an hour." If she glanced toward the rocks and the more secluded area ahead.

"Don't worry. I'll go get them," I said. "Just tell me exactly where they went."

"There," Lily said, pointing in the opposite direction from where we came. It was farther down the beach, toward some rocks and a quieter spot, where the waves crashed harder and the sand looked rougher.

"Alex... I'll come with you," Lan said, stepping closer, not wanting to leave my side, body brushing against me like she couldn't bear the distance after everything we'd done.

"No, I should come," Tiffany cut in sharp, voice playful but firm, crossing her arms under her big tits to push them up more, stepping between us like she was claiming the spot.

At this point every MILF wanted to come with me—Lily and Autumn nodding along, thick bodies shifting closer, eyes hungry, all of them ready to follow, like they couldn't stand the idea of me going alone.

"Hey guys... you should all just wait here in case they might come back," I said, keeping it casual but firm. "I'll be quick, ok?"

It would be too much to take them with me, I wouldn't even try to look for Brittany and Gloria properly; I'd just find a place to fuck them.

They pouted a little, Lan biting her lip, Tiffany rolling her eyes but staying put, Lily and Autumn sighing.

I started walking toward the direction Lily pointed, looking at the people on my way, scanning the crowd for any sign of Brittany or Gloria. The beach was packed here—bodies everywhere in bikinis and shorts, laughter and music mixing with waves. I couldn't find any trace of them nearby.

Soon I reached the rocks where the beach ended—one part curved around, hidden from where we were, sand turning coarser, waves crashing harder against the stone.

I passed the rocks—started walking on the other side. This area was less crowded, quieter, fewer people, more private spots between boulders and small coves.

I kept walking on the shore—trying to find them, eyes scanning the sand, the water, the shadows.

Then a little far from where I was, I saw a group of people standing in a circle, it looked like they were doing some kind of activity, heads down, focused inward, a few laughs and murmurs, phones out like they were recording or watching something.

I thought I should check that, girls might be there, maybe Brittany and Gloria got pulled into it.

It was a group of girls, around my age, all in tiny bikinis that left almost nothing to the imagination. String bikinis in bright colours, some neon, some metallic, tops barely covering nipples, bottoms so small they rode high on hips, thongs disappearing between round asses.

Their bodies were tanned and glistening with oil and sweat, skin shining under the sun, tits and asses on full display as they shifted weight, giggled, whispered, hips cocked, hair loose and salty from the sea, all with phone cameras turned toward whatever was happening inside.

I reached it quickly, slipping through the girls until I had a clear view inside the circle.

I reached closer. "Hey... what's happening here?" I asked, voice easy, stepping in so I could look inside the circle.

Inside the circle, in the center, Brittany and Gloria were on their knees in the sand, cheeks flushed deep red from shame. They looked like they were being forced to sit that way—bodies tense, eyes down, hands resting on their thighs, tiny bikinis askew, tits half-spilling out of the tops, asses barely covered by thongs. They were clearly uncomfortable but trapped in the moment, surrounded and watched.

In front of them, closer to their mouths, stood a stupid looking guy, wearing swim trunks, a little bulge pushing against the fabric, trying to get even closer to Brittany and Gloria. He had a smug look on his face, enjoying the attention, hips thrusting forward subtle like he was waiting for them to lean in and do something, his hand resting casual on his waistband, ready to pull it down.

The girls forming the circle were chanting, "suck, suck, suck," while recording everything on their phones.

I couldn't let this happen—both of them were mine, and what the fuck was this stupid fuck even trying to do?

I moved fast. As he was about to shove his bulge even closer to their mouths, I stepped in and punched him hard in the face from the side. My fist connected solidly with his cheek, sending him stumbling back before he fell into the sand with a grunt, his hand flying to his face, eyes wide in shock.

"What the fuck are you doing, motherfucker?" I yelled, standing in front of Brittany and Gloria, my voice high and raw with rage as he lay there clutching his swelling face, blood trickling from his lip.

The crowd of girls went silent—an instant hush. Phones were still recording but lowered now, whispers turning nervous, some stepping back while others froze, eyes darting between me and the guy on the ground.

Brittany and Gloria saw me and clung to me instantly—still kneeling in the sand, arms wrapping around my legs, faces pressing into my thighs, bodies shaking. They looked up at me with wide, relieved eyes, like I was their savior.

The stupid guy groaned as he tried to sit up, one hand pressed to his cheek. "What the hell, man? They agreed to it."

"Agreed?" I said, stepping forward, my voice cold. "Get the fuck out of here, bitch, before I do it again."

"Just ask your girls," he spat back, standing up fully now and wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. The smug grin was still there despite the punch, like he knew something I didn't.

I looked at Brittany and Gloria, unable to believe what the fuck he was saying. I knew these girls were horny, but agreeing to suck the dick of this motherfucker was beyond them, beyond anything I thought they'd do.

"What the hell is he talking about?" I asked them, my voice sharp as I stepped between them and the guy, blocking him from their view.

"Alex... we can explain," Brittany said. Her voice was small and shaky, eyes down, cheeks flushed red with shame and something else, maybe guilt or fear. Gloria stayed silent, biting her lip hard, hands fidgeting on her thighs, her bikini still askew from whatever had been happening.

"You should think before making a move, young man," a voice said from behind the circle, from the opposite direction I had come from. It was calm and authoritative, cutting through the tension like a knife.

The circle of girls thinned slightly, some turning, others stepping aside, letting me see who had spoken.

And there she was. A woman with hair gone gray from age leaning back in a beach chair like she owned the place, one leg crossed over the other, thick, toned thighs glistening with lotion. She wore a tiny gray string bikini that was too tight for her age. The fabric strained across her heavy boobs, nipples sharply outlined, the material riding low enough that her cameltoe was deep and visible as the suit dug into her flesh.

She wore thin-framed glasses perched on her nose and flipped a page in her book slowly with a saliva-moistened finger, reading casually as chaos unfolded around her.

A butler stood some distance away, tall and silent, hands folded behind his back, ready to bring her anything she wanted.

She looked up from her book and fixed her eyes on me. "You are interfering in something they both agreed to," she said coolly, her voice commanding and final, like an order to step aside.

"Hey, lady, I don't know what your deal is here, but I'm taking back my girls," I said, grabbing Brittany and Gloria by their arms, one hand on each.

They rose slowly—boobs bouncing heavily as they stood, sand clinging to their thick asses and thighs from kneeling so long, bikinis still slightly askew, tits half-spilling out with nipples poking through the thin fabric.

I hadn't been able to look properly before because of everything that had been happening, but now I could.

Brittany wore a thin blue string bikini that perfectly matched her blonde hair, showing off her soft, plump boobs and thick thighs. She'd been gaining weight, and it was obvious she was getting hotter every day—more like her thick mother—curves softer and fuller, ass rounder, skin glowing.

Gloria wore a tiger-skin bikini, looking like a wild cat with sexy abs and thick, muscular thighs, her juicy ass ready to be devoured. Her gymnastics training had given her a toned, powerful body, yet soft in all the right places—ass cheeks firm but jiggling with every movement, all wrapped in sun-kissed Colombian skin that glowed golden under the beach sun.

My dick loved the view—both of these girls were mine, just mine. I was making sure I took them both back, and before returning to the group, I planned to fill them up with my cum. Their sinful bodies—curves barely covered, sand stuck to sweat, tits heaving—had me throbbing hard again.

"Grandma, he's taking my girls!" the stupid guy shouted, running to the old lady reading her book. He dropped to his knees in the sand in front of her chair, grabbing at her thick thighs like a child begging for help.

"Calm down, Reggie. Let me talk to him," the sexy GILF in the gray bikini said, voice calm and commanding. She patted his head like he was a child while keeping her legs crossed, one thick thigh over the other, bikini straining over her heavy boobs and pussy mound.

So that was her grandson. And she was a granny, huh? I thought, looking at her gray hair, glasses, and the way her one-piece bikini clung to her mature curves—boobs sagging but full, pussy almost peeking from the low cut, legs still toned despite her age.

"Hey, boy," she said, closing her book slowly and looking at me with determined eyes. "A deal is a deal, even if it was just some small bet. The girls stay."

"Hey, who the hell do you think you are?" I said, turning sharply toward her, my voice low and edged with anger. My dick was still bulging in my shorts—thick and obvious, far bigger than her grandson's pathetic little tent—and she noticed it when she glanced down. Her eyes lingered for a second, widening just a fraction before flicking back up to my face, her lips parting as if she'd been caught off guard.

"Ask the girls," she said calmly, nodding toward Brittany and Gloria like she was ordering me to step aside and accept it.

I looked at them, searching for answers, stepping closer so they were behind me—protected.

They both stared down at the sand, like they couldn't bring themselves to speak. Their faces were burning red, hands fidgeting on their thighs, bikinis still messy from kneeling in the sand.

"Answer me," I said, my voice harder now as I turned fully toward them.

"Alex... we made a bet with this guy," Brittany said quietly, pointing at the stupid fuck without looking at him, her voice small and guilty. "And we lost."

"A bet? Why would you even talk to a stupid fuck like that?" I snapped, glaring at him as I stepped forward, like I might hit him again.

"Grandma... he's making fun of me," the guy cried. He grabbed her thick thighs like he was begging her to save him, tears streaming down his red face, hands clutching the lotion-slick skin just above her knees.

"Just stay quiet, Reggie," she said coolly, pushing his head away—gentle but firm—her voice steady, like she was used to handling him. "Go have fun with the girls you brought from the city. They've already been paid to entertain you for the day."

What? These girls were paid to be here? To entertain this motherfucker? I thought, looking at the girls forming a circle in tiny bikinis, young and tanned, bodies glistening with oil, all giggling and whispering like they were part of some paid entertainment crew, phones half-raised, recording the drama.

So this guy really was a rich spoiled kid, thinking he could get Brittany and Gloria too, like I would ever let his shitty fingers anywhere near them. He had money, a grandma who backed his every whim, and a group of girls he had paid to play along, to cheer, to record, to make his pathetic bets seem real.

"What did you bet on?" I asked the girls, voice low but sharp, turning fully to Brittany and Gloria.

"Alex, we were just passing by, exploring the beach," Gloria said first, voice shaky, eyes down. "And this guy started teasing us when we passed. He said he wanted to drink milk from our boobs and breed us."

"What the fuck?" I looked at the guy, his smug face still red from the punch, now half-hiding behind his grandma's chair.

"We just called him a stupid fuck and laughed at him," Brittany added, cheeks burning. "But then he called us over and made us bet that every girl here would say he was sexy and hot. He said that if we lost, we would have to suck his dick right here. We just laughed at him, said that no girl would call him that, and accepted the bet. We didn't realize all these girls were with him then."

"And then we lost, obviously," Gloria continued, voice small. "Every girl here called him hot except us two. These girls formed a circle and started recording us, not letting us leave unless we sucked his dick."

So this guy thought he could buy any girl he wanted, and his grandma was fully on his side, sitting there calm, legs crossed, thick thighs on display, gray bikini digging in, like she had seen this a hundred times and didn't care.

"Hey, lady, that's cheating," I said, looking her dead in the eye, then at the paid girls in the circle. "It's not fair. My girls had no idea about your grandson's harem of girls he brought from the city."

The old lady looked at me and smiled, calm and superior. "Everything's fair in love and war, young man. Your girls should have thought before betting," she said, her voice smooth as if she had already won, legs still crossed, thick thighs flexing slightly under the tight gray bikini.

"You can play your little games with your grandson," I said, moving away with Brittany and Gloria, one arm around each of them protectively. "We're going."

"Wait," she called, her voice still composed. "How about I give you an offer you can't refuse?"

I stopped and turned back slowly. "Yeah... what's the offer?" I asked, eyes narrowing. I wasn't about to let anyone think they could buy me off.

She snapped her fingers without looking back. Her butler stepped forward instantly, silent and efficient, handing her a cheque book and pen. She opened it on her lap, uncapped the pen, and started writing. The scratch of ink on paper was the only sound for a moment.

Then she tore a cheque from the book and held it up, looking at me. "Here. Fill in any amount you want. And by any, I really mean any," she said, smiling as if she had already bought me. "And leave the girls. They'll come back after a few hours."

I stood there for a few seconds, watching her sit on the beach chair, looking high and mighty, thick body on display, gray bikini pressing into her mature curves, boobs heavy and sagging but full, pussy lips pressing against the fabric, cameltoe deep and unashamed. She held the cheque as if offering charity to a beggar, then smiled like she expected me to crawl over, maybe even lick her feet and thank her, eyes confident and smug.

I moved toward her slowly, stepping through the sand, eyes locked on the cheque, then on her.

Brittany and Gloria called out, "Alex... please no," their voices small and scared. They didn't know what I would do and feared I might take the money and leave them.

I reached her completely, towering over her chair, dick still bulging hard in my shorts. I took the cheque from her hand. The crowd of paid girls cheered slightly, thinking I had folded. Reggie looked relieved, smirking like he would get to fuck my hot girls now. The old lady looked at me like I was some vermin she had just bought, smug and satisfied.

I looked at the cheque. It was signed, the amount field left blank, just a line waiting for numbers. She really was filthy rich. She must have bought off many people like this before. I could see it from the way she looked, the way she sat there unbothered, as if money fixed everything.

I was going to let the matter slide if she had just let me go with my girls, but the way she called me from behind and offered me that cheque, like I was some pimp willing to sell his girls to be fucked by some rich guy, flipped a switch.

I wasn't going to just leave her. I was going to show her who I really was. She thought she could sit there in her beach chair, showing off her body and buying off a young man whose dick was throbbing in his shorts. She should have known better. I was going to own her completely now , make her scream with pleasure, make her beg for my cock, and make her realize my dick was bigger than her money.

I smiled darkly, looking at the cheque and then at her. She was looking at me like I was a servant she had just offered a Christmas bonus to. I held her gaze and tore the cheque in half, then in half again, then again, until I couldn't anymore, ripping it slowly and deliberately so she could watch every tear.

She stared at me wide-eyed, shocked, her mouth opening in disbelief, like she couldn't understand how I could do this. I enjoyed watching her pride shatter, the realization hitting her that not everyone could be bought. I was sure that in all her years, she had never seen anyone refuse her like this. She was confident in herself and her money. She thought I would take the cheque and let Brittany and Gloria be fucked by her shitty grandson.

When I finished tearing it apart, I threw the pieces in her face. Tiny scraps scattered through the air, falling like confetti, some sticking to her lotion-slicked skin, some landing in her cleavage, others drifting down into the sand.

I leaned in as she kept looking at me, touching her right cheek with my right hand and getting closer to her face, my palm warm against her skin. "I'm not on sale, baby," I said, looking into her eyes as she looked back, my voice low and close, our breath mixing.

I kept my hand on her face for a few seconds so she could feel the heat, feel how my touch was going to make her body shiver. And it did. She trembled slightly, blushing harder, her face growing redder, breathing heavier, her exposed boobs rising and falling faster beneath the bikini, nipples hardening under the thin fabric, her chest flushing pink.

I smiled and turned to leave with Brittany and Gloria. They both looked relieved as hell to see me refuse the offer, clinging to my arms instantly, bodies pressing close.

The other girls who came with the rich shitty guy just stared at me, like they couldn't understand how I could refuse that sexy offer. If the offer had been given to any one of them, they would have licked that guy's feet for the rest of their lives.

We were walking away, me between Brittany and Gloria, their hands in mine, thick bodies still flushed and trembling from whatever had been happening, when the GILF called out again. "Hey, young man... what's your name?" Her voice was a little shaky now, cracking slightly, like she wasn't used to being refused.

I turned around slowly. "I'm Alex. Nice to meet you," I said calmly, smiling, knowing I had my charm on her now, my eyes locking steadily with hers.

"I'm Olivia," she said, her voice breaking a little, softer now. "I'm sorry for my grandson's behavior."

"Grandma, what are you saying? Please get me those girls," he said, pointing at Gloria and Brittany, his voice whiny and desperate, blood still on his lip.

She looked annoyed with him now, her eyes narrowing sharply. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers once, clean and commanding. "Take him back to the hotel."

The butler stepped forward immediately, tall and silent, grabbing her grandson's arm firmly and starting to drag him away. The girls in his paid harem followed quickly, heels sinking into the sand, whispering nervously as the butler pulled him off like a naughty kid.

Then the rich GILF—Olivia—stood up slow, jiggling her boobs as the pieces of cheque fell down from her lap and cleavage, scattering on the sand around her chair. Man, despite her age she really looked hot as hell—tall and curvy, gray hair falling loose and elegant, mature features sharp and beautiful.

"Alex, I really like your ideology. Why don't you join me for a drink at my place?" she said, pointing toward a beach stilt house a minute's walk away, a kind of house raised on tall poles, half on sand and half over the sea, she was really rich to even own a place like this so close to the beach.

"I think I'll pass," I said, looking at her, voice calm, watching how desperate she was getting after I had just shattered her pride. Honestly, the way her mature curves looked under the sun, her gray hair, her mature features, shit, I wanted to see what getting fucked by a young hard cock like mine would do to her, make her scream, make her beg.

"Please, I insist," she said, putting her arms under her boobs and pushing them up, like she was showing what she had to offer if I accepted, thick thighs rubbing together more, pussy mound pressing harder against the tight bikini, cameltoe deeper, cheeks flushed red. "I think I should apologize properly for my grandson's behavior."

Yeah, you'll apologize in ways you never imagined, I thought.

Now I would show her how wrong she was to even think she could buy me off with money.

-x-X-x-

I was thinking how I was going to fill her mature holes with my cum, how I was going to bend her over on the railing of her beach stilt house facing the sea and raw fuck her asshole until she screamed my name into the ocean.

She kept looking, glancing at my dick, praying I would say yes to drink with her, her eyes flicking down to my bulge every few seconds, cheeks flushed, thighs pressing together like she was already wet just from the idea.

"If you insist so much, a drink or two won't hurt," I said, smiling slow and dark.

"Perfect... let's go then," she said, looking relieved, a small smile breaking through, standing up quick so her boobs jiggled, pieces of the torn cheque falling from her cleavage to the sand.

"Hey Alex, we should go back... it's so late. Can't you say no to her?" Brittany said, grabbing my arm tight, looking at me with needy eyes like she wanted me for herself alone now, body pressing close, tits brushing my side.

Gloria grabbed the other arm. "Yeah, Alex... let's go. We haven't even done any beach activity yet—we just took a sunbath waiting for you," she said, showing off her Colombian glowing skin, turning slightly so her ass and thighs flexed, bikini strings digging in deep.

And their efforts to stop me weren't in vain. The way their sweat-glistened thick bodies looked, my dick was telling me to take them to some private place on the beach and fill them with so much cum, both of them would have to stop going to the school because they wouldn't have time for it while carrying my child.

But these two weren't going anywhere. I wouldn't find this GILF later if I didn't go with her now.

"Hey, Brittany, Gloria... it's not good manners to refuse someone who is asking so sincerely," I said, telling them what they needed to do now. "So why don't you two go to our group? Tell them I found you, but I had to do something so I'll be back later. Don't tell them what happened here, or they'll be mad at you both."

"Alex, but..." Brittany tried, voice soft, hand squeezing my arm tighter, eyes pleading.

"Just go... I'll join you guys soon, ok?" I said, squeezing Brittany's thick waist firmly, making sure she realized what she'd get later if she listened to me and let me have some me time, fingers digging into the soft flesh, promising more.

"Okay, Alex... if you say so, but please come after a drink," Brittany said, convinced now, and taking Gloria with her. Both glanced back at me as they walked away slow, asses swaying, bodies still flushed from earlier.

"Yeah... I'll be back soon," I said, waving at them as they glanced back.

"These girls really like you," Olivia called from behind me, her voice low and amused as I watched them go, a small smile on her face, eyes flicking down to my still-hard bulge in my shorts.

"Yeah... they can be clingy sometimes," I said, smiling back, turning to face her fully now.

"Well... let's go then," she gestured me to walk with her, standing tall and elegant, gray hair catching the breeze, thick mature body moving with confidence.

Soon we reached her place—a stilt beach house raised on tall wooden poles, half over the sand and half extending out over the calm sea, waves lapping gently underneath. It was really close to where we were, just a minute walk along the shore, the structure modern and luxurious: dark polished wood, large glass windows open to the ocean view, wide balcony with a railing perfect for bending someone over

Wow... it was a really nice place, I thought, admiring the house as we approached.

We reached the stairs to go up, her butler trailing just behind her, silent and professional.

"Hey, you can stay here. I'll call you if I need anything," she said authoritatively, voice firm and used to being obeyed.

"Yes, ma'am," the butler replied, stopping immediately, standing straight with hands folded behind his back.

She had many servants scattered around, ready to take her orders at a snap, but this house was her private sanctuary.

Then she gestured me to follow her up the stairs to her place. I followed close, watching as she started climbing, each step making her thick ass sway, the tight gray one-piece bikini disappearing deeper between her wide cheeks, the fabric stretched thin, outlining every curve perfectly. She glanced back once, catching me staring, a small satisfied smile on her lips, making sure I was turned on, hips swaying slower like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Then we reached the door and went inside the place after climbing the stairs, as she closed the door behind her with a soft click.

And it was really nice inside, wooden interior, warm dark tones, spacious open layout, high ceilings with exposed beams, large windows facing the sea letting in golden light, soft rugs underfoot, plush couches in a living area, a sleek kitchen visible through an archway, everything luxurious and expensive, like a high-end resort villa built for one person's pleasure.

"I used to come to this house many times a year when I was young like you," she said as I was looking around, "but now I only come when my grandchildren want to visit the beach."

"Why did you send your grandson to the hotel then?" I asked, noticing how she'd clearly called the butler to take him back to the hotel.

"I keep this place only for myself, to relax," she said smiling, "I book hotels for everyone else who comes with me." As she spoke, she reached into her cleavage, pulling out the last few pieces of the torn cheque that had stuck there, flicking them away casually, her heavy boobs jiggling with the motion, nipples hard and visible through the tight gray fabric.

"Yeah... that works," I said, appreciating her way of thinking, how she kept her relaxation above everyone else. And I was gonna relax her in so many ways today, eyes locked on her as she removed the last pieces from her jiggling tits, the bikini straining even more now.

"Here, let me show you my family photos," she said, gesturing for me to come over where she was standing in front of shelves lined with framed pictures.

I was so lost looking at her mature curves that I didn't care about any picture—my eyes fixed on the way her tight gray one-piece bikini hugged her thick hips, the fabric stretched thin across her wide ass, disappearing between the cheeks, every shift of her weight making the flesh jiggle subtly.

She started telling me, "She's my granddaughter... this is her husband," pointing to one frame after another, voice calm and proud, like she was sharing something normal.

But I was looking at how hot her ass looked from so close—my bulge almost touching her ass cheek, the heat radiating between us. The way this older woman handled herself with such confidence, standing tall, mature body on full display, I was dying to break that confidence with my dick, make her scream in pleasure, shatter her composure until she begged like a needy slut.

Without thinking, as she was telling me who the fuck was in what the fuck picture on the shelf, I moved closer—pressed my bulge on her ass cheek from the side, hard cock throbbing through my shorts, nestling into the soft give of her flesh.

She stopped speaking mid-sentence—froze for a second, then looked down at how my bulge was pressing harder into her, the thick outline grinding slow against her cheek, then looked back at me with wide eyes, like it was something taboo.

"So family pictures don't excite you, huh?" she asked me, voice low and teasing, eyes flicking down to my bulge.

"No," I said dark, stepping closer, "but I know what does."

She kept looking at me, watching how my bulge was grinding against her ass cheek in that tiny gray bikini. The fabric stretched thin and wedged deep between her thick cheeks, my hardness pressing firm into the soft flesh, throbbing with every subtle shift.

I put my left hand on her waist and pressed my bulge firmer to her right ass cheek. The thick shaft dug in harder, heat radiating through my shorts and her bikini, making her gasp softly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, acting like she didn't know what her body was making me do. "It's inappropriate," she added, catching her breath quickly, voice shaky but needy, her body betraying her words as she leaned back subtly into the grind.

"Yeah, it's all your fault then," I said, grinding my bulge harder on her ass cheeks while squeezing her hip from the left. My fingers dug into the soft curve, pulling her closer so she felt every inch slide along her cheek.

"Ahh... but I'm so much older than you," she moaned, the touch of a young guy making her lose control. Her voice broke as her thighs rubbed together, pussy leaking fresh under the tight bikini bottom.

I didn't say anything but turned her around fully and pressed my dick hard on her ass, grabbing her by the wide child-bearing hips. My fingers sank deep into the wide, fertile flesh, pulling her back so my bulge nestled between her massive cheeks.

She melted into my touch and started leaning back into my body, grinding her ass slow on my bulge. The thick cheeks swallowed my hardness, rubbing up and down like she couldn't help it, moaning low.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and started squeezing her soft stomach, fingers kneading the warm give, pulling her tighter against me while I bit her on the right side of her neck. My teeth sank firm, sucking a mark.

"Ahh... please stop," she said, trying to stop me with her words, but she kept her hand on my arms that wrapped around her waist, pressing them closer, her body leaning heavier into me, encouraging more.

The way her soft body leaned into me drove me crazy—the warmth, the give, the way her mature curves molded perfectly against my hardness. I kept licking both sides of her neck, tongue flat and wet, tasting the salt on her skin, then her shoulders, biting hard so she screamed with pleasure. The sound echoed softly in the room, her body jolting but pushing back for more.

She was losing whatever act she was holding on to now, moaning nonstop, eyes fluttering. I put my hands up and lowered her bikini from her boobs, pulling the tight gray fabric down slowly, revealing her huge mature breasts that were ripe to be sucked endlessly. They were heavy and full, sagging slightly with age but perfect, erect nipples hard and dark, showing her true colors, throbbing with need.

I picked one boob from behind as my bulge ground her ass and shook it to show her, the flesh jiggling wildly in my hand. "Look how hard your nipples are, Olivia."

"Aah... Alex... please stop," she said, "you are the same age as my grandson," while grinding harder into my bulge, ass cheeks clenching around it, her body betraying her completely, hips rolling needy.

I slapped her ass cheek and looked at it jiggling, despite her age, her skin was nice and smooth, still firm with that mature glow. I slapped again, harder, the flesh rippling long across the thick globe, turning redder with every impact, a bright handprint blooming fast.

"Ahh... not that hard please," she moaned, voice breaking, body jolting forward but pushing back into the next slap like she couldn't decide between pain and pleasure.

"Yeah... you don't like it rough?" I whispered in her ear so seductively she almost came, lips brushing the shell, breath hot, words dripping slow and dark.

I could see how her body was grinding against my dick, losing to pleasure, her rich attitude and confidence breaking under my touch, hips rolling needy, ass cheeks clenching around my bulge as she rubbed herself on me without shame.

I turned her around roughly to see how her boobs looked from the front, hands firm on her hips, spinning her until she faced me.

There she was in front of me, face flushed with pleasure, cheeks getting red, gray hair messy and falling loose, and her boobs big and juicy, ready for my mouth, heavy and full, sagging slightly with age but perfect, nipples erect and dark, throbbing visibly.

I cupped one from under and looked at it carefully, studying how her skin looked, how her erect nipples were throbbing, the areola wide and textured, the peak hard and begging.

"Please don't look at them like that," she said, dying of shame as she stood naked from the top in front of a young guy, arms twitching like she wanted to cover up but couldn't, body trembling.

I looked into her eyes and put her boob closer to my face, cupping it from below while still holding her gaze, and licked just a little—tongue flat, slow swipe across the underside, tasting the salt and skin.

She kept looking at me while I licked her boob slowly, tongue flat and deliberate, gliding up the underside in long, wet strokes, tasting the soft skin inch by inch.

I was showing her how a predator tastes his food before devouring it—eyes locked on hers the entire time, letting her see the hunger, the control, the way I savored every curve of her heavy, mature breast like it was something rare and precious.

Then I put her nipple in my mouth—lips sealing around the hard, dark peak, tongue swirling slow circles at first, teasing the tip, flicking it gently before sucking it deeper, drawing the whole areola in with a soft pull. I licked it slowly, coating it with saliva, making it glisten, then bit it hard—teeth sinking firm, tugging the sensitive flesh just enough to sting sweet.

"Ahh..." she moaned, body arching into my face, pushing her tit more into my mouth, hand flying to the back of my head to hold me there, fingers gripping my hair as she surrendered to the sensation.

I bit hard again—not letting her breathe, teeth clamping down longer this time, grinding the nipple between them, the pain blooming into sharp pleasure, her whole body jolting, thighs clenching, pussy leaking fresh down her legs.

She didn't use her hands to stop me now—she was wrapping her arms around my back, pulling me tighter as I leaned in to worship her boobs, nails digging into my shoulders, body melting against mine, moans turning continuous and desperate.

"Please bite it harder," she said, looking at me with desperate, lust-filled eyes.

"Yeah? You like when I bite your nipples," I said, biting one more hard, looking into her eyes as my teeth sank deeper into the swollen peak, grinding it between them, tugging slow and relentless.

"Ahh... yes... I love it hard, fuck," she screamed with pleasure as I bit her nipple harder, showing how wild she was, how she wanted a young guy to bite her nipples, body arching sharp into my face, hands clutching my head to pull me tighter, thighs clenching, pussy leaking fresh down her legs.

"Look, Olivia... how hard you made me," I said, making her look at my bulge pressing hard against her lower stomach, the thick outline throbbing through my shorts.

"Yeah? Why are you so hard for an old lady?" she said, looking lusty, staring into my eyes, voice breathy and teasing, hips grinding subtle against my hardness.

The way she said that looked so hot, I pulled her into a deep kiss, wild and hungry, our saliva mixing with each other, tongues inside each other, moaning into each other's mouth, lips crashing, teeth grazing, devouring every inch.

"You are so horny, Olivia," I said, breaking the kiss, while she kept leaning into my mouth like she wanted to devour me more, chasing my lips, tongue flicking out needy.

We were in the living room devouring each other, getting more turned on, but her nipples were still begging me to bite them hard, take them in mouth—how they throbbed, dark and swollen, erect peaks pointing at me, aching for abuse.

I looked at the room which had an open balcony facing the sea and a recliner chair there.

"Come, Olivia," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to take her on the balcony, I wanted to enjoy sucking her boobs out in the open, sea breeze on our skin.

We reached the balcony going through the room. I sat on the chair first and spread my legs, and she understood herself and sat on my lap, spreading her legs around my thighs and landing straight on my bulge, pussy pressing down through her bikini bottom, grinding slow as she settled.

I quickly removed my shirt and threw it inside the room.

"Come here," I said, pulling her into my naked chest so her boobs that were revealed from her tight bikini pressed into it hard, and kissed her again deeply. She was wild at kissing, tongue pushing in hungry, lips sucking mine, moaning loud into my mouth, hands roaming my back.

Then after kissing her for a while, I put her boobs into my face, savoring them again, biting the nipple hard while she ground her pussy through her bikini on my bulge, hips rolling needy, wet spot growing on the fabric.

She was really horny, man, the way she kept grinding on my dick bulge, moaning endless, hips rolling slow and desperate, thick ass cheeks squeezing my shaft through the shorts, pussy soaking her bikini bottom as she rubbed herself against me like she couldn't stop.

Suddenly she pulled her chest from my face and stood up in front of me.

I looked at her confused, wondering why she would do that, then she knelt down between my thighs, putting her hand on my bulge and rubbing it harder, palm pressing firm, fingers tracing the thick outline, squeezing the shaft through the fabric.

"Ahh, you are so hard, Alex," she moaned, her mouth closer to my bulge as she rubbed it harder with her hand, breath hot against the material, eyes locked on the tent, voice thick with lust.

"Ahh, Olivia, you're gonna make me cum in my shorts," I groaned as she was really brutal with my dick, squeezing the shaft tight, stroking up and down fast, thumb circling the head where precum soaked through, making wet spots spread.

"You can't cum yet, ahhh, I'll make sure you cum deep in me," she said, still rubbing her hand over my bulge, fingers gripping tighter, eyes dark and hungry.

Man, she was a really filthy slutty grandma, the way she was grabbing my dick over the bulge really showed how much she was filled with lust, no shame left, just raw, desperate need.

Then she put her mouth on my bulge over the shorts and started eating it, like she was trying to eat my dick through the cloth, lips closing around the thick outline, sucking hard, tongue licking long wet stripes up the shaft, making my shorts wet from her saliva, the fabric clinging transparent to the head as she bit down gentle, teeth grazing the length.

"Ahh, it's so hard, I'm gonna put it in my mouth," she moaned and put her mouth on my bulge with so much saliva, licking it wild, tongue flat and broad, soaking the material completely, sucking the head through the cloth like she was starving.

"Olivia, fuck, just take it out, I won't last if you keep teasing me like that," I said, leaning back on the chair, hips bucking up into her mouth, dick hurting from the pressure, balls tight and aching.

Then she put her thumbs on the waistband of my shorts and lowered them quick, I moved my hips to let her remove them fully, shorts sliding down my thighs, dick springing free hard and thick, slapping up against my stomach then settling forward, veins pulsing, head swollen and slick.

For some seconds she just looked at it like she was hungry, mouth open a little and watering, eyes tracing the length, the girth, the way it throbbed in the air.

Then she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started stroking it, looking into my eyes, slow at first, then firmer, hand gliding up and down the full length, thumb circling the head, spreading my precum.

"You love that, Olivia, ahh?" I said as her technique was really good, she knew how to stroke a dick good, twisting at the top, squeezing the base, using her other hand to cup my balls.

"Now I know why those girls didn't want to leave you with me," she said, looking at me then at my dick, pulling my foreskin back to tease the sensitive head, making me groan.

"Ahh, don't be that hard on my dick please," I said as she was really wild, stroking faster, gripping tighter, thumb pressing the slit.

"Just let me do my work, boy," she said, grabbing my balls in her hand and squeezing them, trying to figure how much I had in store for her womb, rolling them gentle then firm, feeling the weight, the fullness.

"So much cum in these," she said as she kept examining my balls, rolling them gently in her palm, feeling their weight, their fullness, then looked at me like she wanted to drain all my cum, eyes dark with greed, mouth watering.

Then she started squeezing my balls hard, looking at me like she was trying to see how much longer I could last, fingers tightening firm, rolling them rough, testing the limit, her grip sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core.

"Fuck... Olivia... ahh," I groaned as she kept squeezing my balls hard and then releasing her, the pressure building, balls aching heavy, dick throbbing harder against my stomach.

I wasn't letting her dominate me like that, it was enough. I leaned forward and slapped her face hard while she kept squeezing my balls, palm connecting sharp with her right cheek, the sound cracking loud in the room.

Slap.

She looked at me and put her tongue out like she enjoyed the slap, eyes glazing with lust, cheek blooming red fast.

I slapped again harder, then again, making her right cheek burn bright red, the sting turning her moans louder, body shaking.

"Yeah... daddy... harder please," she kept stroking my dick and moaning with her tongue out, voice filthy and broken, begging for more.

Fuck, this bitch was wild, but I loved how rough she could take me. I grabbed her neck with my left hand, squeezing firm, and slapped her on her right cheek again harder, making her eyes wet as her face got more lusty, eyes filled with pleasure, tears pricking from the sting.

"I'm gonna make you my slut, Olivia," I said as I kept squeezing her throat with my left hand and slapping her with my right, each slap landing sharp, her cheek fully red now, the difference from her left cheek clearly visible.

But she enjoyed every fucking slap, she was a fucking whore, moaning louder with each one, tongue still out, eyes rolling back a little, cheeks burning bright red, the sting turning her on more, pussy dripping fresh down her thighs as her body shook.

My dick was loving how rough she was taking my slaps, it wanted to fuck this slutty grandma in the face hard, throbbing painful, leaking precum, head swollen and red.

"You think you can handle rough, huh?" I said as I put my dick closer to her face, grabbed her by the head with fingers tangled in her gray hair, and shoved my dick in her mouth while she kept her hands on my thighs.

My dick was big but she still took it in her mouth like she wanted it so bad, lips stretching wide around the thick shaft, tongue pressing flat underneath, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, eyes watering but burning with lust.

But I wasn't stopping just at that, I pushed her face more, forcing my dick deeper until it reached her throat, making her gag hard, throat clenching around the head, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, choking sounds filling the room.

"glurk... Ahh..." my dick popped out with a wet, sloppy glurk sound as she could breathe again. She couldn't handle so much length, so much hardness in her throat, eyes filling with tears, thick string of saliva joining my dick and her mouth as she gasped desperately, spit dripping in long, messy strands down her chin onto her heavy tits.

I slapped my rock hard dick on her face, wet smacks echoing, leaving streaks of her saliva and my precum on her cheeks, then gestured her to put it in her mouth again, hand still in her hair guiding her.

She opened wide immediately—eager, hungry—taking it back in, sucking deeper this time, gagging herself on purpose, throat working around the head, tears streaming down her red cheeks but eyes locked on mine, full of filthy submission.

She was gagging on my dick with every take, looking into my eyes the whole time, her face becoming a mess, tears streaming down her cheeks, mascara smudged, thick strings of spit and precum dripping from her chin onto her heavy tits. But fuck, all this was making my dick even harder, throbbing deeper in her throat, veins pulsing against her tongue as she struggled to take more.

She gagged again and came back for air, breathing heavy, gasping, but still looking at me with those lusty eyes, full of submission and hunger, like she couldn't get enough even if it choked her.

I put my whole length on her face and started rubbing it, sliding the thick shaft across her cheeks, touching her forehead, leaving shiny trails of my precum and her saliva all over her skin. My dick was so big her face looked small in comparison, the head smearing wet across her nose, her glasses, lips, chin, while she kept kissing it eagerly, lips brushing the underside, tongue flicking out to taste more.

Then without me saying anything, she took it in again, gagging on my dick once more, pushing herself deeper, throat working around the head, choking sounds wet and filthy, eyes watering but never breaking contact with mine.

I really couldn't believe an older mature woman like her, who had a grandson my age, could be this horny, this filthy, this desperate for cock, but I wasn't complaining a single bit, I let her gag on my dick, hands in her gray hair guiding her rhythm, hips rocking subtle to fuck her mouth slow.

"Fuck... you are still so hard," she said as she came up for air, with her face full messy with my precum, spit dripping from her lips, and kept stroking my dick, which stood rock hard in her hand, slick and throbbing, veins bulging.

The way her mature body looked trying to play with my dick was so sinful, kneeling there, gray hair messy, heavy tits heaving, nipples hard, pussy leaking down her thighs through the bikini, all that confidence shattered into pure slutty need.

I stood up from the recliner and made her stand up in front of me, then made her climb on the recliner, keeping her back to me. She climbed the recliner glancing back at me like she was already imagining what was coming next, thick mature ass pushing out as she got on all fours, arching her back, presenting herself completely.

Now she was on all fours on the recliner, arching her back and pushing her thick mature ass out in that tiny gray bikini that was wet from her pussy juices, the fabric soaked dark, clinging to her swollen lips.

I pulled her bikini string aside from her pussy and ass—exposing her asshole and pussy in the open, the tight ring puckered and twitching, pussy lips parted and glistening, dripping down her thighs, ready and begging.

"God, Olivia... you are so wet down there," I said, voice low and rough.

"Yeah... I'm so wet... shove it in... ahh..." she moaned, moving her hips desperately, demanding I put my dick in, ass rocking back needy, pussy lips parting as she tried to catch my cock, juices dripping thick down her thighs.

"Damn... you are so horny for a young cock, huh?" I said, moving closer and rubbing my dick on her pussy, spreading the wetness, thick head sliding along her swollen folds, teasing her entrance, coating myself in her slick heat.

"Ahh... only a young guy can make me feel this good," she moaned, grinding her pussy harder on my dick, hips circling, clit bumping the underside of my shaft with every pass.

Her lusty moaning and openness were making my cock even harder, throbbing painful, veins pulsing, head leaking more precum as it glided through her wetness.

"Yeah... what about your husband? Does he even get hard?" I asked, rubbing my hard cock on her pussy, teasing her entrance, pressing just the tip inside then pulling back, making her whimper.

"Who cares about that old fuck? Ahh... just fuck me harder," she said, like a horny bitch, voice wrecked, no shame left, pushing back to take more.

Damn, this GILF had her priorities straight—no bullshit, no guilt, just raw need for cock.

"Please put it in my ass... shove it deep," she said, putting her hand from below and rubbing her pussy lips, spreading herself, fingers brushing her asshole, showing me how bad she wanted it there.

This GILF demanded I fuck her ass, and honestly, the way her thick mature tight ass looked, I didn't even need an invitation, her asshole was twitching with excitement, puckered and ready, glistening from her pussy juices that she spread.

I put one leg up on the recliner behind her and lined my dick head right on her asshole, pressing the swollen tip against the tight, puckered ring that was already twitching with anticipation.

"Yeah... there... I want it there," she said, voice thick and desperate, moving her hips back so my cock slipped in her ass a little—the head stretching the rim just enough to pop past it, making her gasp sharp and clench hard around me.

"Relax," I said as she was moving so much in excitement, hips rocking frantic, trying to force more inside, body shaking with need.

It was hard lining up my dick with her asshole as she kept moving on the recliner—her thick ass swaying, cheeks jiggling, the motion making the head slip off the hole every time I tried to push. I got frustrated and pulled her down from it rough—hands firm on her hips, lifting her slightly and setting her on her feet.

"Here... stand facing the sea," I said, making her bend over on the balcony railing, hands gripping the wood tight, back arched deep, ass pushed out high and inviting.

She arched her back nicely so I could fuck her ass properly—cheeks spread wide from the position, asshole exposed and glistening from her pussy juices that had dripped down, pussy lips swollen and parted below, dripping onto the floor.

"Like this?" she asked, glancing back in excitement, eyes dark and hungry, biting her lip, body trembling with anticipation.

"Yeah... just like this," I said as I pushed my dick head in her asshole—my dick was so wet with her pussy juices, I didn't need any lube, she was a fucking slut who wanted her ass fucked.

The thick head stretched the tight ring slow, forcing it open, the slickness from her pussy helping it slide in with a wet pop, making her cry out sharp, body jolting forward against the railing but pushing back hard to take more.

"Ahh... I feel you in me," she moaned as she moved her ass back, hips rocking slow and needy, pushing herself deeper onto my cock, her tight ring clenching around the thick shaft with every inch she took.

"Yeah... you are so tight," I groaned as I fucked her asshole slowly, pulling out halfway then sliding back in, feeling her walls grip me hard, the stretch making her gasp, body trembling against the railing.

"Don't you feel shame fucking an older woman in her ass?" she said, leaning back into me, her voice breathy and teasing, body arching so her back pressed against my chest. I grabbed her by the hips and put my face on her shoulder, her words making me more aroused, dick throbbing harder inside her.

"Your cock is getting even harder... ahh... do you like my ass that much?" she said, glancing sideways at me as my face rested on her shoulder, lips brushing her skin. I kept thrusting slow to fuck her ass, hands gripping her hips and stomach now, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"Yeah... your body is so hot... ahh," I groaned as she squeezed my cock inside her, walls pulsing tight around me. "The way your body looked on the beach in your tiny bikini made me so hard."

"Yeah? Those girls... don't they excite you like this?" she asked, her breath closer to my mouth now, voice low and challenging, hips grinding back to meet my thrusts.

I didn't say anything—just pulled her into a deep kiss while I kept thrusting in her ass, wild and hungry, tongues tangling messy, moaning into each other's mouths, saliva mixing as we devoured.

"I think I'm gonna cum in your ass," I said, breaking the kiss, voice rough as she was making me lose control with her words, balls tightening, dick swelling inside her tight hole.

"Cum in my pussy... fill it with your cum," she moaned, looking at me with needy eyes, hips rocking faster, pussy dripping down her thighs.

Fuck, I wasn't gonna say no—I pulled my dick out from her tight asshole slow, the ring clinging to the shaft, gaping slightly as it tried to close. I lined it up with her pussy and shoved it in slowly—her pussy was old but still tight, walls gripping me hot and wet, sucking me in deep.

"Olivia... you are still so tight," I said as I thrust up in her pussy, making sure my dick reached deeper, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.

"Yeah? Your cock is so big... you would find any pussy tight," she said lewdly, wrapping her arms around my arms as I held her by her hips, her voice breathy and thick with lust, body still trembling from the deep thrusts.

"Still, you are so tight," I groaned as I thrust faster now, hips slamming forward, cock plunging deep into her warm, mature pussy, walls clenching around me with every stroke, milking me hard.

The view was nice, man, I felt like a noble, fucking a hot mature woman on the balcony facing the sea, the breeze cool on our naked skin, waves crashing below. It was really something else, her thick mature body bent over the railing, ass jiggling with every thrust, moans mixing with the ocean roar, the whole world below us while I filled her deep.

"I can feel you coming soon," she moaned, hips rolling back to meet me, pussy spasming as she felt my dick swell thicker inside her.

Fuck, she was wild—my dick felt so good buried in her warm mature pussy, hot and slick, walls gripping me tight like they never wanted to let go. Her juices coated me thick, dripping down my balls with every deep thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her moans and the distant crash of waves below the balcony.

I knew I wouldn't last longer. I was really close.

"Ahh... I'm coming, Olivia," I groaned as I came hard in her pussy, shooting thick ropes in pulses, flooding her deep, cum filling her womb in heavy spurts.

"Your cum is so thick and warm... ahhh," she moaned as she felt my dick shooting warm cum in her womb, body shaking, pussy clenching to pull every drop deeper.

"It's filling me so deep," she said as she kept moving her hips so my dick kept thrusting inside her, grinding slow to milk the last pulses, pussy spasming around me in aftershocks.

I kept thrusting inside her for a while to shoot my last spurts—slow, deep rolls, cock pulsing until it was empty, cum leaking around the shaft as her walls fluttered.

Then suddenly she pulled out my dick, turned around quick and knelt in front of me, grabbing my cock in her hand.

"Alex... it's still so hard... do you ever let it rest?" she said, looking at how my dick was still throbbing, slick and shiny with her pussy juices and my thick cum, head swollen red, veins pulsing.

It was really messy, so slick with her pussy juices and my thick cum, strands of white and clear dripping from the shaft, coating her fingers as she held it.

She looked at it like she wasn't done with it yet—eyes hungry, mouth watering, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

She stroked it a little—slow, firm, hand gliding up and down the full length, then put my fat wet dick in her mouth, gobbling the juices, slurping my cum from my shaft like she was starving, lips stretching wide around the girth, tongue swirling to clean every inch, sucking hard on the head.

"Your cum is so tasty," she said as she licked more cum from my shaft, slurping every wet spot she left, tongue tracing the veins, sucking the head clean, moaning around my cock.

This granny was really crazy for my cum, bro—I kept groaning as she sucked my cock roughly, mouth working me like she hadn't tasted dick in decades.

I was enjoying the king's treatment as she cleaned my cock from all the wetness—my cock had just shot ropes, it was sensitive and she knew exactly how to tease me good, licking and kissing all the spots that would make me twitch, tongue flicking the slit, sucking the head gentle, then deep-throating slow, gagging herself lightly, eyes locked on mine.

"Fuck... Olivia... slow down or I'll cum down your throat," I groaned, hips bucking involuntary, hands tangled in her gray hair, guiding her rhythm but letting her set the pace—she was too far gone to stop.

She pulled off for a second—gasping, spit string connecting her lips to my glistening cock—then dove back in, sucking harder, tongue flicking the slit, moaning around my length like she loved the taste, the feel, the power of making a young guy lose it in her mouth.

Her huge tits bounced with every bob, nipples still red and swollen from my earlier bites, body kneeling between my thighs, thick ass jiggling as she shifted weight, pussy dripping fresh onto the balcony floor below.

She kept sucking my dick and licking my cum like she was a semen demon, mouth relentless even after I'd just exploded inside her. Her lips stayed locked around the sensitive head, tongue swirling aggressively over the slit, chasing every last drop that leaked out, slurping loud and wet.

She was really hurting my cock, every guy knows how vulnerable it is right after cumming, the head hypersensitive, shaft twitching from overstimulation, balls aching and tight. But she didn't care a single bit, she sucked my dick like she couldn't get enough cum, like she wanted me to fill her mouth with every thick rope I had left.

She took my dick out for a second and slapped it hard on her tongue, looking up at me with those slutty eyes, gray hair messy, cheeks flushed, spit and cum smeared across her face, heavy tits heaving below.

The wet smack echoed on the balcony, my dick twitching painfully from the sting, but the sight of her tongue flat and waiting, mouth open wide, made it throb harder anyway.

"Cum in my mouth... ahhh..." she said, opening her mouth wide, tongue extended, eyes locked on mine, hand stroking me hard like she wanted to squeeze everything left in my balls, fingers tight around the base, pumping fast, thumb pressing the underside to milk me.

But I wasn't gonna give her my cum so easily. I took my dick back from her mouth with a wet pop, pulling it free from her lips, and she leaned forward instinctively, like she couldn't stay away from it, mouth open and chasing the head, tongue flicking out desperate for more.

"Come here," I said roughly, voice low and commanding.

I pulled her up from her knees with hands firm under her arms and picked her up completely, lifting her thick mature body with ease. Her legs dangled for a second before she wrapped them around my waist on instinct, arms locking tight around my neck so she wouldn't fall. Her heavy tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard and rubbing my skin, pussy still leaking my cum down her thighs as I carried her.

She gasped softly, half surprise, half excitement, clinging to me like she belonged there, face buried in my neck, breath hot and fast.

I carried her into the room with strong strides across the wooden floor, sea breeze blowing through the open windows, and threw her onto the springy bed.

She landed with a bounce, tits jiggling wildly, legs spreading naturally, gray hair fanning out on the pillows, body sprawled and ready.

She looked really excited for what was coming next.

-x-X-x-

She landed on the bed and lay with her legs spread wide, showing me how wet her mature pussy was. Her thick thighs parted fully, pussy lips swollen and glistening, clit throbbing visibly, juices shining in the golden light from the windows, dripping slow down her crack onto the sheets.

"Ahh... come here," she said, extending her arms to invite me into her embrace while keeping her legs spread, voice breathy and desperate, eyes dark with need.

I stood at the edge of the bed with my dick straight and hard, looking at how she was moving her hips, getting more desperate to get me inside her again, pussy clenching empty, leaking fresh with every roll.

"Fill me up, please," she said, putting her hand on her pussy and spreading it with her fingers, showing me her pink insides that were getting even wetter, lips parting wide, hole twitching for my cock.

Fuck, I was getting so turned on by the way she moaned, inviting me, spreading her legs and showing me her pink mature pussy, the sight driving me wild, dick throbbing painful, leaking precum down the shaft.

I jumped on the bed and went straight for her pussy, laying down on my stomach and putting my mouth right on her wet pussy, tongue flat and broad, licking long slow strokes from her entrance to her clit.

"Ahh..." she cried with pleasure as my tongue connected with her wetness, body arching sharp, hands flying to my head to pull me deeper.

She wrapped her legs around my face and started pulling me in more, thighs clamping tight around my ears, hips grinding her pussy on my mouth, smothering me in her thick juices.

"Yeah... you are so horny for an old lady... it's making me so wet... ahh... fuck," she said, moving her hips wildly while I devoured her pussy, slurping her mature juices, tongue pushing inside her hole, swirling to taste every fold, sucking her clit hard then flicking fast.

I was tongue fucking her pussy like a beast, slurping all the juices she was throwing at me, her hips bucking to meet my tongue, pussy clenching around it, leaking more with every thrust.

She was getting out of control—moaning so loud, her butlers must be jerking off listening to her moans and thinking about her mature hot body, the sound echoing through the stilt house.

The way I licked and sucked her pussy like a wild beast, I never gave this kind of treatment to Tiffany and the others, and here I was slurping juices from her mature pussy. I was getting wilder every passing day, like I was getting addicted to pleasure, to the taste of older women losing themselves.

After eating her pussy for a while, I came up, leaned over her, and pulled her into a deep kiss, letting her taste her own pussy juices mixed with my saliva. My tongue pushed into her mouth slow and deliberate, swirling with hers, sharing the tangy, sweet flavor of her arousal.

She moaned into my mouth, low and needy, her hands clutching my shoulders, pulling me closer as our lips moved together messy and hungry, saliva mixing, breaths hot and ragged.

"Alex... please stay with me tonight," she said, breaking the kiss, voice breathy and pleading as she looked up at me with dark, desperate eyes.

"Yeah... why do you need me to stay the night?" I asked, looking at how she was getting more desperate for my cock every passing moment.

"I want to jump on your cock all night... ahh... please stay," she begged, voice cracking with need, hands clutching my shoulders, pulling me closer, legs wrapping tighter around my waist like she was afraid I'd pull away.

"You think you can handle me all night?" I asked, latching onto her nipple and biting it hard, teeth sinking deep into the swollen peak, tugging slow and firm, grinding it between my teeth while my tongue flicked the tip.

She cried out with pleasure, sharp and loud, body arching off the bed, back bowing, pussy spasming against my thigh as the pain turned to fire, hands flying to my head to hold me there, moaning broken and needy.

I stopped the kiss and looked down at how my dick, which looked like a throbbing beast, was resting on her pussy lips, ready to break her body. She looked at my dick and then into my eyes, biting her lip, mouth moaning a little.

Fuck, my dick twitched at the view, her gray hair messy across the pillow, mature tits heaving with every breath, nipples still red and swollen from my bites, and the way she was desperate for my cock, legs spread wide, pussy glistening and ready, begging silent.

I kept my arms on either side of her chest, bracing myself over her, and lined up my cock on her pussy without touching, it was so hard I just had to line it up with her soaked pussy. The head nudged her entrance on its own, pressing against the tight ring of muscle, her wetness coating it instantly.

I lined it up, looking at it, and thrust in one push, thick shaft sliding deep in one long stroke, stretching her mature pussy wide, filling her completely.

She cried out sharp, "Ahhh... Fuck...It's so deep...", body arching off the bed, back bowing, hands flying to my back, nails digging in as her walls stretched wide around my girth.

Her pussy gripped me hot and slick, fluttering around every inch, still tight despite her age, sucking me deeper like it had been starving for years.

The bed creaked under us, loud rhythmic groans of wood and springs mixing with the sea breeze blowing through the open balcony doors, waves crashing steady below the stilts, sun golden and warm across our naked bodies.

I was thrusting like a madman who had only one job in this world, and that was to fuck this woman until she couldn't walk straight. My hips slammed forward hard and fast, cock driving deep into her mature pussy with every brutal stroke, balls slapping wet against her ass, the thick shaft stretching her wide, pulling out almost to the head before plunging back in full force, no pause, no gentleness, just raw, relentless pounding.

The slap of skin on skin got louder and louder, wet, obscene smacks echoing off the walls, drowning out her moans at times, the sound filthy and primal, her juices coating me thick, dripping down my balls and onto the sheets with every thrust.

I looked into her eyes and kept thrusting harder and even harder, watching her face twist with pleasure-pain, gray hair messy and sticking to her forehead, mature tits bouncing wildly with each impact, nipples dark and swollen from my earlier bites, body shaking under me like she was coming apart.

"You are so rough... ahh..." she cried, voice breaking, as she felt how I was destroying her pussy, walls clenching desperately around my girth, trying to hold on but getting stretched wider with every slam, her pussy leaking fresh waves of wetness, soaking us both.

"Oh god... I'm coming... please don't stop," she cried, voice breaking into desperate whimpers as I felt her pussy clench hard around my cock, walls spasming wildly, her whole body locking up beneath me.

I wasn't stopping, I was going to thrust even wilder, hips slamming forward with brutal force, cock driving deep into her mature pussy over and over, the thick shaft stretching her wide with every punishing stroke, balls slapping wet against her ass, the wet squelch of her juices filling the room louder than her moans.

Now she really realized how rough I could get, her eyes wide, mouth open in endless moans, hands clawing my back, nails digging red lines into my skin, legs wrapped tight around my waist pulling me deeper, heels digging into my ass like she needed every brutal inch.

I thrust harder, faster, angling up to hit that spot inside her that made her scream.

"Ahh..." she cried out sharp and long as she came hard, her pussy gushed in hot, thick waves, juices squirting forcefully around my cock, soaking my shaft, dripping down my balls, and flooding the sheets beneath us in a messy, slippery pool. Her inner walls convulsed violently, squeezing me in tight, rhythmic spasms like a fist desperate to milk every last drop, her entire mature body shaking uncontrollably under me.

She was lost completely, eyes rolling back into her head, mouth falling open in a wide, broken moan that turned into shattered, breathless cries. Her gray hair clung wet to her sweaty forehead, strands sticking across her flushed face, while her thick thighs trembled and clamped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming storm.

Her pussy clenched and released in powerful aftershocks, squirting again and again in hot bursts every time I slammed in deep, flooding us both, her mature body surrendering fully to the pleasure she'd never felt before, years of neglect shattering in one explosive release.

Her hips bucked up to meet me involuntarily, pussy spasming and gushing, walls fluttering around my cock as if desperate to keep me buried inside her forever.

I kept fucking her wilder through her orgasm, not giving her a moment to relax, hips slamming forward even faster, cock plunging deep and brutal, angling to hit that sensitive spot inside her over and over.

Fuck, looking at her like this, face twisted in ecstasy, body shaking, pussy squirting and milking me, was making my dick throb even harder, swelling thicker inside her, ready to explode again.

And soon I came hard—"Ahh..." I groaned low and rough, burying myself to the hilt as I shot more thick ropes of cum inside her, pulsing deep into her womb, flooding her warm mature pussy with everything I had left. Pulse after heavy pulse, hot and thick, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft in white, creamy strands, mixing with her juices and dripping down her crack onto the bed.

I fell forward on her, resting my face by her neck, lips brushing her sweaty skin, breathing heavy against her as I kept moving my hips slow, grinding deep, letting the last spurts coat her insides while her pussy fluttered in aftershocks, still clenching weakly around me.

We were both panting, sweat-slick bodies pressed tight, hearts hammering, the room filled with the wet sounds of our breathing and the distant crash of waves below the balcony.

But she was a mess now, she didn't look like that woman who had just offered me a cheque, who tried to buy me off with money and power. She was broken open, lying on the bed, bred in pleasure, body trembling, pussy leaking my cum, face flushed and wrecked, gray hair tangled, eyes glassy with satisfaction and surrender.

I had made sure to make her realize who I really was, no servant, no boy she could control, just the man who owned her body, who ruined her holes, who made her beg and scream and cum harder than she ever had in her life.

We both kept laying like that, breathing heavy, my dick still inside her pussy, shooting the last drops of cum while her pussy spasmed weakly around me, milking every bit.

I looked at her, she was broken, staring up at me with her mouth open, unable to say a word, eyes glassy and distant, face flushed and wrecked.

She just wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face into her chest, like she wanted to keep me there forever, holding me tight against her warm, soft breasts.

"I never felt this good, Alex," she whispered, still keeping me pressed to her chest, voice hoarse and small.

I just laid on her chest with my eyes closed, feeling her mature warmth, the rise and fall of her breathing, her heartbeat slowing against my cheek.

"Alex... I want you to stay with me today," she said, keeping me in her chest. "I'm going back tomorrow."

"Olivia... you know I have to get back to my group," I said, lifting my head a little. "They would come looking for me if I didn't come back for so long," my dick still inside her, feeling her warmth.

She put her hands on my face and gently pulled me into a kiss—slow and deep, letting me know what she could offer, tongue soft and needy.

"I can't stay here... but we can stay in touch," I said, breaking the kiss, looking at her, seeing how desperate she was for my cock, eyes pleading.

"That would be great," she said, looking relieved, a small smile forming as she realized she could meet me later.

I pulled out slow and looked at the mess of her pussy—leaking so much juices and my cum, thick white strands dripping from her swollen lips, pooling on the sheets.

"You came so hard, Olivia," I said, looking at the creamy mess between her thighs.

She just smiled, weak but satisfied, and grabbed her phone from the side desk with a shaky hand.

"Please add your number," she said, handing it to me.

"Here," I said, adding my contact quickly and giving her phone back.

She kept laying there on the bed, thighs trembling, unable to move properly, body spent and glowing.

"You okay?" I asked, as I found my shirt and shorts and started putting them on.

"Yeah... never better," she said, smiling lazy, laying on the bed looking fucking breedable, legs still parted slightly, cum dripping slow from her pussy.

"See you later," I said, leaning down to give her boob one last squueze before heading out the room and down the stairs to the beach.

Her butler was there at the bottom, standing silent, but looking at me with pure jealousy, like I'd gotten what he'd been dreaming of for his entire work life, eyes flicking to my messy clothes, then away quick.

I started walking back the way I had come. My clothes were a mess from throwing them off whenever I had to get naked, my shirt wrinkled, my shorts soaked from how wildly Olivia had sucked me through them earlier, the wet patch obvious and sticky.

"Damn... she made a mess of these," I said to myself, looking down at my shorts.

I should get back to the beach house and change my clothes, they were fucking ruined. And maybe I could have a little chat with Shyla while I was there, I thought, remembering how juicy and full her pregnant boobs looked at the reception.

Anyway, I had to change clothes, so I started walking toward the beach house, leaving the private stilt area behind, sand warm under my feet, ocean breeze cooling my skin.

-x-X-x-

After walking for a few minutes, I reached the beach house.

Brittany and Gloria might be wondering why I hadn't come back for so long, I thought as I hurried inside. I was only here to quickly change my clothes and rejoin my group.

I entered the main gate of the beach house and headed toward the lobby. The reception desk was empty. Shyla wasn't there, the counter quiet with no one behind it, just the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Where could she be? I thought as I approached the stairs to my room, glancing around the open lobby but seeing no sign of her pregnant curves or that tight top straining over her full breasts.

Anyway, I was here to change my clothes. Shyla wasn't going anywhere, it was her place.

Soon, I reached my room, opened the door, and went inside.

I wasn't sharing my room at this beach house with anyone, as it was a big place with plenty of rooms available. I didn't even know how Lily and the others were staying or which rooms they were in.

I went over to my bed, my trolley bag sitting beside it. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it onto the bed, then hurriedly pulled off my shorts and kicked them away, the wet fabric landing in a heap near the wall.

Damn, the monster between my legs was still pulsing. It was half hard now but still looked unsatisfied, thick and heavy, veins faintly visible, the head still slick from Olivia's mouth and everything else, hanging there like it was ready for more despite the marathon fucking.

I stood there for a second, admiring it and feeling the lingering ache and low throb, when I heard a sound, some fidgeting, someone moving toward the bedroom from the bathroom area off to the side.

And suddenly, someone came out from the bathroom area on the side. I froze for a moment, as it was really weird for someone to be in my room when I wasn't even sharing it with anyone.

Then I saw her clearly. It was a woman, maybe in her forties, with light brown, radiant skin and dark hair, wearing uncommon clothes. She saw me and froze in shock, though I was even more shocked than she was.

"Hey, who the hell are you?" I said, startled and confused.

She couldn't speak when she suddenly saw me, and how could she? I was standing buck naked, my dick still half hard from everything that had happened earlier.

"Umm... sorry, sir. I thought you weren't in here," she said apologetically, her accent lilting slightly, giving her words a gentle, unfamiliar rhythm. She held a cleaning spray bottle in one hand, her grip tight, as if she hadn't expected to walk in on anyone at all.

"You work here?" I asked, finally realizing what was going on as my eyes flicked to the spray bottle in her hand and the half-cleaned room around us.

"Yes, sir. I'm in housekeeping," she said quickly. Her gaze dropped for a split second to my dick before she looked away again, her cheeks reddening as she realized I was standing there completely exposed. She shifted her weight, thighs pressing together, tightening her grip on the bottle, clearly trying not to look but failing, her eyes drawn back to my half-hard length like a magnet.

So she was a hotel maid, I realized fully now.

Even though my dick was only half-hard, she couldn't help staring at it, and I didn't blame her—my half-hard dick was bigger than the fully erect cock of most men, thick and heavy, still glistening slightly from everything with Olivia, hanging there, obvious and unhidden between my legs.

"Hey... why aren't you in your uniform?" I asked, curious, since it would have made it easier to recognize her role right away.

"I'm sorry, sir... I don't wear the hotel uniform," she said, her voice soft and a little nervous. "I've taken permission from management to wear my cultural attire." She glanced at my dick again, her cheeks flushing deeper, and her eyes flicked away quickly, though they lingered a second too long.

Then I took a proper look at her.

She was wearing an Indian dress, a salwar kameez—the long tunic reached her knees in soft pastel fabric, loose pants gathered at the ankles, and a light dupatta scarf draped over her shoulders and chest. Even though her clothes weren't tight, I could see her figure underneath.

The upper part of the tunic was snug around her breasts, the dupatta hiding most but not all, outlining their full, heavy shape clearly. Her thighs were thick, the loose pants doing little to conceal how wide and curvy they were, the fabric shifting against her skin as she shifted her weight.

We were just having this conversation when I heard a sound again from the bathroom area, some fidgeting and footsteps, and then someone else came out.

It was another woman, wearing the same kind of clothes, with the same light brown, radiant skin, but younger, probably in her early twenties, and noticeably plump. Her fuller cheeks and softer curves, wide hips under the salwar pants, and breasts straining the tunic even more than the other woman caught my attention, while the dupatta slipped slightly, revealing a hint of deep cleavage.

Man, they both had fat, juicy asses, visible even under the loose salwar pants, the fabric shifting against their wide hips and round cheeks as they stood there. My mouth watered as I imagined bending them both over my bed and eating their asses, spreading those thick brown cheeks, tongue deep in their tight holes while they moaned and begged for more.

"Mom, this area is clean, so you..." she started to say as she came out, then froze completely when she saw me standing there naked and couldn't finish her sentence.

She looked at my dick and kept staring, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, cheeks turning pink fast. And could you blame her? The other woman she had just called mom was staring at my dick too, both of them frozen in shock.

"Sorry, sir... she is my daughter," the older woman said, blushing deeply as she realized both mother and daughter were staring at my dick, which was slowly coming back to life, thickening and rising under their gaze, the half-hard shaft twitching faintly as blood rushed back in.

"Good afternoon, sir," the younger maid said softly, looking down at the floor, cheeks flushed pink, unable to meet my eyes for more than a second before flicking her gaze back to my cock, then away again.

She was really polite and had beautiful facial features. Her soft, light brown skin was truly glowing.

"Does your family live here?" I asked the older woman, standing casually and naked, not covering up, letting them see how my dick responded to their stares.

"No, sir... it's just me and my daughter," she replied, her voice quiet, eyes dropping to the floor. "My husband is back in India." She looked down, a hint of sadness in her expression, the weight of being separated clear in her tone.

"Why isn't he here with you?" I asked, my dick getting harder again as I looked at these thick maids, both in their salwar kameez, with curves visible even under the loose fabric. The older one's heavy breasts strained the tunic, and the younger one's plump figure filled out her clothes, thighs thick and soft.

"Sir... we are here on a work visa," she explained, still glancing at my dick and then back at me. "My husband couldn't get it, as it is a tough process." Her voice carried quiet sadness, and her eyes looked distant for a moment.

"How long have you two been living here?" I asked, stepping a little closer, my cock now fully hard, standing thick and straight between my legs.

For a moment, she couldn't speak as she kept looking at my dick, watching how hard it was getting just from listening to her soft voice. It thickened and rose slowly, veins becoming more pronounced, the head swelling darker, the whole shaft pulsing with every heartbeat. Her daughter was also staring at it, and both mother and daughter were lost in the sight, eyes wide, mouths slightly open, breathing quicker, cheeks flushed deep red.

"We came here one year ago, when my daughter was eighteen," she said, sadness thickening her voice. "My husband has been trying since then, but..." She trailed off, shoulders slumping slightly, the loneliness of being away from her husband for a year and supporting her young daughter in a foreign country clearly weighing on her.