Chapter 2468 - MS 17..

After a few minutes of lying there, our bodies still tangled, breaths slowing, sweat cooling on our skin, I finally rolled off her. My cock slipped free from Asha's pussy with a soft, wet sound, leaving her hole gaping slightly, thick white cum immediately oozing out in slow, creamy trails. It dripped down her inner thighs and pooled on the sheets beneath her plump ass, marking her completely.

I stood up, and reached for my shorts and shirt on the floor. I pulled them on quickly, tucking my dick inside, then leaned back down over Asha.

She was completely spent, lying flat on her back, long black hair fanned out across the pillow, plump boobs rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths. Her nipples red and swollen from my bites, skin flushed and glowing. Her legs stayed parted slightly, pussy still leaking my cum in thick rivulets, the sight of her so thoroughly bred and satisfied making my cock twitch again even though I'd just emptied myself inside her.

I bent down and kissed her softly, lips brushing hers, tender this time, tasting the faint salt of sweat and the lingering sweetness from earlier. She sighed into the kiss, arms lazily reaching up to hold my face for a moment before falling back to the bed.

"I'll meet you later, Asha," I whispered against her lips, voice low and soft as I gave her one final slow kiss.

She'd probably stay like that until her mother came back. Maya would walk in and see exactly how her sweet daughter had been used tonight, how full and happy she looked after taking my cock. The sight would make Maya crave me even more, knowing her own daughter had been bred the same way she wanted.

I slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door softly behind me, and started walking back toward the lobby entrance of the beach house.

The backyard was dark and silent, only the faint glow of night lights along the walls guiding my way.

As I walked toward the door, someone called me from above.

"Hey, Alex... you can't sleep, huh?"

I looked up. The voice came from a balcony overlooking the backyard.

It was Shyla, standing there in a soft maxi dress for the night, the thin fabric clinging to her pregnant belly and hugging her juicy boobs. The dress was low cut, showing deep cleavage, her nipples faintly outlined beneath it in the moonlight.

"Hey, Shyla... is that your room?" I asked, looking toward the balcony attached to what appeared to be a private suite.

"Yeah," she said, smiling down at me. "You can't sleep, huh?" Her tone was light and curious, like she hadn't seen me come out of Maya and Asha's room and had just noticed me wandering the backyard late at night.

"Yeah, I can't sleep," I replied, stepping closer to the balcony so I could look up at her better. "You too?"

"Yeah, Alex... I can't sleep either," she said, resting one hand on her belly and the other on the railing. "Would you like a cup of hot chocolate? It might help you sleep."

Olivia was waiting for me in my room, thick and ready, but now Shyla was inviting me up to hers. I had been waiting all day for some alone time with Shyla, but I couldn't find a single chance earlier. Today her husband was out of town, staying the night away, just like she had told me. This was the perfect moment to finally get close to her, and the way she invited me up for "hot chocolate" with that knowing smile... I couldn't say no.

"Yeah, hot chocolate sounds good, Shyla," I said, my voice calm but already thick with anticipation.

"Come up, Alex. You can take those stairs," she replied, pointing to a separate spiral staircase tucked into the corner of the backyard, closer to her balcony. Her room probably had access from both the lobby and the back, making it private and quiet.

"Coming," I said, moving toward the stairs.

They were narrow spiral stairs, metal and slightly creaky under my weight as I climbed. The night air cooled my skin, stars bright overhead, distant waves rolling in a soft rhythm. At the top, Shyla opened a door that had been locked from the inside. I stepped out onto the balcony after reaching the door.

"Hey," she said, her eyes lighting up as she saw me. Her maxi dress glowed softly in the moonlight, hugging her round pregnant belly and the heavy swell of her breasts, the fabric thin enough to hint at the stiff nipples beneath.

"Hey," I replied, stepping onto the balcony. We both moved toward her room door together through the open space, the cool breeze brushing past us.

"Please make yourself at home, Alex," Shyla said warmly, gesturing toward a comfortable sofa on the balcony that had a perfect view of the starry night outside.

"Thanks," I said, sitting down. The cushion was soft, the night air fresh, but my eyes stayed on her, on the way the dress clung to her curves as she turned.

"I'll be back quickly with hot chocolate," Shyla said with a small smile, then disappeared inside toward her kitchen to prepare it for us.

I leaned back on the sofa, my cock already stirring in my shorts again, the anticipation thick in the air. The balcony was quiet, with only the faint sound of waves and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

After a few minutes, Shyla came back with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. The rich, sweet aroma filled the balcony. She handed me one, her fingers brushing mine briefly, then sat close beside me on the sofa.

I blew gently on the hot chocolate to cool it, then took a sip. It was really delicious, smooth and rich, perfectly sweet, with just the right warmth spreading through my chest.

Shyla sipped hers too, her eyes flicking to me over the rim of her cup, a small smile playing on her lips. She watched me drink as if she were enjoying the simple moment, but there was something else in her gaze, something hungry and patient.

Then I noticed it.

"Shyla... I think you're leaking milk," I said quietly, nodding toward her chest.

She looked down, following my gaze. Around her nipples, the soft maxi dress fabric had darkened in two small wet patches, milk seeping through the thin material, making the outline of her stiff nipples even more visible. A few drops had soaked in, spreading slowly across the swell of her breasts.

"Oh," Shyla said softly, her cheeks flushing a light pink as if she were embarrassed to be leaking like that in front of someone. She shifted slightly on the sofa, one hand instinctively moving toward her chest before she caught herself and let it fall back to her lap.

"Sorry, Alex... they've been so full lately," she murmured, her voice quiet and a little shy, her eyes flicking up to mine and then back down to the damp spots on her dress.

"No, it's okay, Shyla. I can understand," I said gently, my eyes lingering on how juicy her boobs looked, full and heavy, the fabric clinging to every curve, the wet patches only making them seem even more inviting. Knowing they were leaking milk right now made me want to add some more to my hot chocolate... or taste it straight from her.

Watching her leak milk like that reminded me of Sofia, the way I'd drunk from her breasts, the way she enjoyed it when I sucked her milky boobs, the warm sweetness filling my mouth. I was going to make sure I met her again after returning from this trip, but right now Shyla was here, vulnerable and beautiful.

"My husband hates when I leak," Shyla said, looking a little sad, like she was sharing something painful. Her hand rested protectively on her belly, fingers tracing small circles.

"What? Doesn't he know it's natural?" I asked, genuinely surprised. Only a stupid guy would feel that way about a woman leaking milk, it was one of the sexiest things about pregnancy.

"He says it looks gross," she replied quietly, her eyes dropping to her lap again, shoulders slumping slightly.

"Hey, Shyla... you don't have to think like that," I said, moving closer on the sofa so our thighs brushed together. I put one arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently against me to console her.

Shyla leaned into my chest like she really needed the comfort, her head resting against my shoulder, her soft hair brushing my neck. "Alex... do I look gross to you?" she asked in a small voice, a tear shining in the corner of her eye.

"Why would you even say that, Shyla?" I replied softly, turning slightly so I could look down at her face. "You are so beautiful. I don't know what's wrong with your husband, but trust me."

She let out a shaky breath, the tear slipping down her cheek. I brushed it away gently with my thumb, then tilted her chin up so she could see the truth in my eyes.

"And the way your body is making milk looks even more beautiful," I said softly, my voice low and sincere as I looked at her.

"Really, Alex?" Shyla asked, her eyes searching mine. She found real comfort in my words, her shoulders relaxed a little, the sadness from earlier fading as a small, hopeful smile touched her lips.

"Yeah, Shyla," I replied, cupping her cheek gently with my hand. I held it there, my thumb brushing softly across her skin while we looked into each other's eyes.

"But Alex... they are so full," she said quietly, glancing down at her chest again. "And they keep leaking all the time. I feel embarrassed when they leak in public."

"Yeah?" I asked gently, keeping my hand on her cheek. "Let me see them, Shyla. I might be able to help with that."

Shyla looked at me for a long moment, then she smiled a little, like she loved that a man actually wanted to see her leaking breasts even though her husband hated it. There was relief in her expression, mixed with something warmer, something trusting.

She reached up slowly, sliding the thin straps of her maxi dress down, her fingers hooking the neckline of the soft fabric. She pulled it lower, inch by inch, until her heavy, milk-filled breasts spilled free. They were full and round, her skin glowing in the moonlight, veins faintly visible beneath the surface from how engorged they were. Her pink nipples were swollen, a bead of milk already forming at each tip and glistening in the low light.

"See?" she whispered, voice soft but steady now. "They just... keep going."

"Let me see, Shyla," I said softly, moving one hand closer to her breast. I cupped one fully in my palm. It was incredibly heavy, so full and swollen with milk that the weight settled into my hand like warm silk. I gave it a gentle squeeze, testing the fullness, and almost immediately milk beaded at her nipple, small white drops forming quickly and rolling down the curve of her breast.

"Ahh, Alex..." Shyla moaned, her voice low and shaky. The sensation made her body tense for a second, then relax into my touch.

"They're really so full of milk, Shyla," I said, shifting my hand to examine the other breast. I cupped it the same way, feeling the same heavy, warm fullness, and squeezed lightly again. More milk beaded at the other nipple, trailing down in slow, shiny rivulets.

"What should I do, Alex?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and need. She wanted relief from the aching fullness, from the constant leaking that made her feel exposed and out of control.

"It looks so tasty, Shyla," I murmured, cupping both breasts now, one in each hand, and squeezing a little more firmly. Milk trailed down faster, dripping onto my fingers and the sofa beneath us. "May I taste your milk?"

"Alex... my husband never asked me to taste it," Shyla whispered, her voice catching as she struggled to get the words out. "He always said it looked gross... and he hasn't touched..." She couldn't finish the sentence, her breath hitched, eyes shimmering with emotion and disbelief that someone actually wanted to drink from her, that I was asking her to let me taste her milk.

"What? Shyla?" I asked gently, my hand still cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing away the single tear that had slipped down. I kept my voice soft and steady, not letting her look away. "What did he do?"

She swallowed hard, glancing down at her bare breasts, still leaking slowly, milk trailing in thin rivulets down their full curves and dripping onto her lap. "He... he would turn away when they leaked," she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "He said it made him uncomfortable. Said it was... weird. He never touched me after I got pregnant. Never even looked at them the way you are right now."

"Come here, Shyla," I said gently, guiding her to lean into me. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling her close until her head rested against my chest. Her bare breasts pressed warmly against my side, still leaking slowly, milk trailing down her skin in thin, shiny lines. "I don't know what's wrong with your husband, but it's really natural and beautiful. Your body's doing something amazing, making life, making milk to feed your baby. If he thinks it's gross, he doesn't even deserve you."

Shyla let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into my shirt. "Alex... I really thought I looked hideous after I got pregnant," she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "He stopped making love to me the moment he found out. Completely. Like I wasn't... attractive anymore."

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. "Wait... so you're saying he didn't get intimate with you for almost seven months?"

"Yes, Alex," she confirmed, sulking, eyes dropping to her lap. "Not once. He said it felt wrong... that my body had changed too much. He barely looked at me."

"You deserve so much better, Shyla," I said, voice firm but kind. "The way your body looks right now, it really makes you more hot."

"You think so, Alex?" she asked, hope flickering in her eyes as she searched my face.

"Yeah, Shyla," I said, smiling softly. "Unless... why would I ask you to let me taste your milk?"

Shyla let out a small, relieved laugh, almost a sob, her shoulders finally relaxing as the weight of his rejection lifted just a little. My words seemed to sink in, making her realize she still looked beautiful, still desirable, even with the changes pregnancy had brought.

"Alex... you can taste it," she said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes at first. Then she lifted her gaze, cheeks still flushed but now with a spark of courage.

That was all the confirmation I wanted from her, Shyla wanted me to taste her milk directly from her leaking boobs, no hesitation, no shame left.

I put both hands on her breasts, cupping the heavy, swollen weight of them. They were warm and full, skin silky under my palms, veins faintly visible beneath the surface from how engorged they were. I gave them a firm squeeze, harder than before, and thick milk immediately beaded at both nipples, white drops forming fast before rolling down the curves.

"Ahh..." Shyla moaned, her voice low and shaky, body arching slightly into my touch. The sound was raw, needy, like the pressure had been building for too long.

I squeezed again, slow and deliberate, watching more milk bead up, then stream out in thin rivulets. I leaned in close, tongue flicking out to catch the first thick drop from her right nipple. The milk was warm, rich and creamy, coating my tongue as I licked slowly, savoring it.

I squeezed her breast harder, milking her gently but firmly, drawing more milk straight into my mouth in steady beads and small streams.

"Shyla... it's so tasty," I said, pulling back just enough for her to see the milk dripping from my chin and dripping down my neck. My lips were glossy with her sweetness, and I licked them clean before diving back in.

"Drink it more, Alex... I'm so full," Shyla said, her hand sliding to the back of my head. She pressed me gently but insistently into her chest, guiding my mouth back to her nipple. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me there as she arched further, offering herself completely.

I squeezed both breasts harder now, like I was trying to milk a cow, kneading the soft, heavy flesh with steady pressure. Milk flowed freely from both nipples in warm streams. I switched between them, sucking one deeply while my hand milked the other, then moving to the second and drinking greedily. The taste filled my mouth over and over, thick, sweet, and warm, spilling past my lips when I couldn't swallow fast enough and dripping down her belly onto the sofa beneath us.

Shyla moaned continuously, soft, breathy sounds that grew deeper with each pull. Her thighs pressed together on the sofa, hips shifting restlessly, the front of her dress soaked now from the leaking milk. Her free hand rested on her pregnant belly, fingers tracing small circles as pleasure rippled through her.

"Alex... yes... just like that..." Shyla gasped, her voice trembling with raw pleasure as I sucked harder on her nipple, drawing thick streams of warm milk into my mouth. "It's been so long... no one's ever... wanted this..."

As I drank from her breasts, lost in the sweet, creamy taste, I bit her nipple hard, teeth sinking into the swollen peak with deliberate pressure, tugging outward slowly before releasing. The sudden sting pushed her deeper into ecstasy, her whole body jolting against me.

"Ahh!" she cried out, voice sharp and needy, hand tightening in my hair to hold me there rather than pull away. Milk squirted briefly into my mouth from the pressure, warm and rich, coating my tongue as I swallowed greedily.

"Sorry, Shyla... was I rough?" I asked, pulling back just enough to look at her face, cheeks flushed a deep pink, eyes glassy and half-lidded with pleasure, lips parted in a needy, breathless gasp. Milk still glistened on her swollen nipples, a thin trail running down the curve of her breast, catching the moonlight in the room.

Shyla didn't answer with words. Instead, she pulled my head back down to her nipple like my biting had awakened something deep inside her, something starved and desperate after months of neglect. "Yes, Alex... you are so rough... please bite them more," she moaned, voice breaking with want.

I obliged, biting both nipples in turn, teeth grazing then clamping down firmly, tugging until they throbbed red and swollen in my mouth. Between bites I sucked hard, drawing thick streams of warm milk, flooding my tongue as I swallowed greedily.

Milk leaked from both breasts, trailing down her belly and soaking the dress bunched at her waist. Shyla's moans grew deeper and breathier, her pregnant body trembling against me, thighs pressing together on the sofa as pleasure rippled through her core.

Her hand that had been resting on her belly shifted, slowly sliding down to my thigh, fingers brushing closer and closer to the rock-hard bulge straining against my shorts. Every passing second made me harder, the outline of my thick cock obvious and throbbing under the fabric.

"Alex... can I hold it?" Shyla asked breathlessly as I drank from her boobs, her voice trembling with need.

I pulled back a little, lips glistening with her sweetness, to see what she meant.

I looked down at my thigh where Shyla's hand was inching closer to my bulge. Her fingers hovered just above the thick tent in my shorts, trembling slightly, like she was afraid to cross the final line even though her body was screaming for it.

"You want to hold my dick, Shyla?" I asked, voice low and teasing, pretending I hadn't noticed how desperately she'd been staring at it.

"Yes, Alex..." she said shyly, cheeks burning as shame and excitement warred on her face. She was a woman in her early forties, heavily pregnant with her husband's child, and here she was, asking a guy half her age if she could hold his cock. The contrast made the moment even filthier.

"Alex... it's been so long since I held my husband's dick," Shyla confessed, her voice cracking with sadness. Her hand paused, fingers curling slightly like she was remembering what touch used to feel like.

I placed my hand over hers and guided it firmly onto my bulge, pressing her warm palm flat against the thick, straining outline in my shorts. My cock throbbed hard beneath her touch, hot and heavy, the full length pulsing visibly through the thin fabric.

I pressed her hand down harder, letting her feel every inch of it. My cock twitched beneath her palm, the thick shaft flexing and shifting against her fingers as it throbbed, sliding along her touch from base to swollen head.

Shyla's eyes widened instantly, her breath catching in a sharp, startled gasp as she took in the size, the girth, the sheer weight of it even through the fabric of my shorts. Her fingers flexed instinctively, slowly curling around the outline, tracing the thick curve of the head before sliding down the length of the veined shaft, feeling it pulse and twitch in response to her touch.

A soft, awed sound slipped from her lips, almost a whimper, as she continued exploring me, tentative at first, then growing bolder, her grip tightening gently as if she needed to confirm it was real.

She started moving her hand freely now, slow, exploratory strokes up and down the length, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over the swollen head where a dark wet spot was already forming from my leaking precum. Her breathing grew heavier, lips parted, eyes fixed on her own hand working me.

"Alex... you're leaking," she said softly, as she noticed the damp patch spreading across the front of my shorts.

"Yeah, Shyla... take it out, please," I gave her permission, voice rough with need.

Shyla looked up at me, her eyes wide and disbelieving, like she couldn't believe she was actually going to touch a dick after so long, and not just any dick, but one this big, this hard, this eager. Her fingers trembled as they moved to the waistband of my shorts.

She pulled it down slowly and carefully, and my cock sprang free, thick and veined, standing straight up, the head swollen and glistening with the slick remnants of Maya's and Asha's juices.

She stared at it for a long second, her breath catching in her throat before she slowly reached out. The moment her warm hand wrapped around my bare length, skin sliding against skin, a low groan rumbled from my chest.

"Ahh... your hand feels so warm, Shyla," I said, my voice rough with relief. Her palm was soft and gentle, yet firm enough to make me throb harder in her grasp. She held me like she was afraid I might disappear, her fingers slowly curling around my girth, taking in the heat, the steady pulse, the way I jumped beneath her touch.

"Alex..." Shyla whispered, her voice filled with shock and wonder. She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes wide. "It's so big..."

"You don't like it, Shyla?" I asked, teasing her slightly as I watched her face.

"No, it's not that," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I've just never seen one this big." Her hand began to move in slow, exploratory strokes from base to tip, tracing every vein and ridge, feeling the slickness still coating me. She watched her own hand with quiet fascination, her thumb brushing over the swollen head and spreading the wetness until her fingers glistened.

"So your husband has a small dick... and he still thinks he can neglect a beauty like you?" I asked, my voice low and dark, my hips shifting slightly forward into her grip.

"He's nowhere close to yours, Alex," Shyla said, almost in awe. She stroked me slowly again, long, firm pulls, feeling the full length and the thickness that filled her palm and then some. Her breathing grew heavier, her cheeks flushing deeper, her eyes never leaving my cock as she worked it with growing confidence.

"Alex... you must have lots of girlfriends," Shyla said softly as her hand stroked my dick slowly, long, deliberate pulls from base to tip, fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, amazed by the girth and length. Her thumb brushed the swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the slick precum that leaked steadily, making her hand glide smoother.

She looked up at me with wide, wondering eyes, like she still couldn't quite believe what she was holding.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, my voice low, letting her keep stroking while I watched her face.

"You're so caring, Alex... and your dick is so big," she murmured, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I'm really envious of whoever it is. But an old lady like me can only dream of all this." Her voice cracked slightly at the last part, self-conscious and almost sad, but her hand never stopped moving, squeezing gently, feeling every pulse and every vein, as if she were memorizing it.

I moved my hand over her pregnant belly, then slid it higher to her heavy breasts. I squeezed one firmly, my fingers sinking into the full flesh, and milk immediately beaded at the nipple again, trailing down in slow white rivulets. "You look so hot like this, Shyla," I said, my voice rough with want.

Shyla's breath hitched at my words. She kept playing with my dick, stroking the full length before focusing on the head, sliding my foreskin back slowly to expose the glistening tip, her thumb circling the slit, gathering more precum and spreading it down the shaft.

Her other hand rested on her own thigh, inching higher beneath the bunched maxi dress, her fingers brushing closer to her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second, even though I couldn't see it yet.

"Fuck, Shyla... you are so good with your hand," I groaned, leaning back against the sofa cushions as pleasure rolled through me. Her fingers were warm and confident now, stroking my thick cock in long, firm pulls.

I put my hand on her bare thigh, soft, thick and warm from the night air, and started massaging it slowly, fingers kneading the plush flesh, sliding higher toward the heat between her legs.

"You like it, Alex?" Shyla asked, her voice husky, getting rougher with my dick, squeezing tighter at the base, twisting slightly on the upstroke, making me throb harder in her grip.

"I love it, Shyla," I said, voice rough with need. I reached up with one hand, sliding it behind her head, fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her face closer. I kissed her hard, lips crashing into hers, tongue pushing in deep, tasting the faint sweetness of cocoa on her mouth mixed with her own heat. She moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against my lips, hand stroking me faster, rougher, like she couldn't hold back anymore.

"You are so hard, Alex," she whispered against my mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "I'm just an old lady... why are you so hard for me?" Her voice was small, almost disbelieving, like she needed the reassurance after months of rejection.

I bit the side of her neck, teeth sinking in firmly, marking her with a soft bruise. "You made me this hard, Shyla," I growled against her skin. "It's all your fault, the way you leak milk for me... you're fucking irresistible."

"Yeah?" she breathed, eyes fluttering as my bite sent a shiver through her. "Then let me take care of it, Alex."

She stopped stroking my dick and stood up slowly, dress already low around her waist from earlier. She gripped the fabric and pulled the maxi upward in one smooth motion, sliding it over her head and tossing it aside. It landed in a soft heap on the floor.

Shyla stood naked in front of me, completely bare from head to toe. Her hair was messy, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and neck.

Her breasts were so full and juicy, heavy with milk, nipples dark and swollen, fresh drops still beading at the tips and trailing down the curves in slow, shiny lines. Her pregnant belly rounded beautifully outward, skin tight and glowing, a faint line of milk running down the center from her leaking nipples.

She wasn't wearing any panties, her pussy was fully exposed, lips swollen and glistening, fresh wetness already coating her inner thighs, dripping slowly as she stood there.

She looked so fucking breedable, thick and fertile, standing in the moonlight like an offering.

She stepped closer, eyes locked on mine, and reached for my shorts. They were already bunched around my thighs, she tugged them down fully, freeing my cock completely. Then she helped me pull my shirt off quickly, tossing it aside so we were both naked now, her pregnant body glowing in the night, my hard cock standing proud between us.

Shyla couldn't just sit on my lap the usual way, her round, pregnant belly would press uncomfortably between us, making it awkward and restrictive. She knew exactly what she had to do instead.

She slowly turned around, giving me a full view of her filthy, wide ass, plump cheeks swaying gently, skin glowing in the moonlight, the deep cleft already glistening from her arousal. The maxi dress was long gone, she was completely naked, every thick curve exposed and inviting.

She backed up closer to me, hips rolling with deliberate seduction, until her ass hovered right above my lap.

My cock stood fully straight, thick and veined, throbbing painfully hard, the head slick with precum and still carrying traces of Maya's and Asha's juices. Shyla reached back, fingers wrapping around the shaft, guiding it carefully.

She lined the swollen head up with her dripping pussy entrance, lips swollen and wet, then slowly lowered herself.

"Fuck... ahh, Shyla..." I groaned low as the pregnant MILF took my dick inside her pussy inch by inch. The heat enveloped me immediately, warm and slick, impossibly tight despite her wetness. Her inner walls gripped me like a glove, fluttering as she sank lower, stretching around my girth until her ass finally settled fully against my hips.

"Ahh, Alex..." Shyla moaned, voice trembling with relief and pleasure. She stayed still for a moment, just feeling my cock fill her completely after so many months of neglect, her pussy pulsing around my length, adjusting to the stretch, juices dripping down my shaft and coating my balls.

I was leaning back on the sofa, arms spread along the backrest, letting her take control. Shyla started moving, slowly at first, lifting her hips a few inches before sinking back down, riding me in gentle, rolling motions.

Her thick thighs flexed with every rise and fall, ass cheeks jiggling softly against my lap, pregnant belly swaying slightly with the rhythm. Her heavy breasts bounced gently, still leaking milk that trailed down her skin in slow rivulets, nipples stiff and dark.

She rode me like she'd been starving for this, slow, deep, savoring every inch sliding in and out of her warm, neglected pussy. Her moans grew steadier, breathier, soft "ahh... yes..." sounds every time she bottomed out, grinding her clit against my base. Her hands rested on my thighs for balance, nails digging lightly into my skin as she picked up the pace just a fraction, rolling her hips in small circles to feel me hit every sensitive spot inside her.

But I wasn't going to leave her breasts unattended while she enjoyed my cock. I slid both hands up from her waist, cupping her heavy, leaking breasts from behind and pulling her back tightly against my chest.

Her warm skin pressed flush against mine, her pregnant belly resting softly above my lap as I forced her legs to spread wider. Her thick thighs parted fully, her feet sliding forward until they planted on the sofa cushion beside my own, her knees bent and open, exposing her completely.

She leaned back against me, her head falling against my shoulder, her back arched, her breasts thrust forward into my hands, her pussy still impaled on my cock as I held her in this fully reclined, vulnerable position.

"Come here, Shyla," I said, voice low and commanding as I squeezed her breasts hard from behind, fingers sinking deep into the full, swollen flesh like I was going to extract every last drop of milk from them.

Shyla cried out with pleasure, her pussy clenching tight around my cock at the sudden rough grip on her breasts. Milk squirted from both nipples in thin white streams, spraying across the floor and dripping down her belly as I kneaded her relentlessly.

The warm liquid coated my palms, ran between my fingers, and trickled down her skin in glistening trails while her body shook against mine.

I kept moving my hips beneath her, short, upward thrusts that made my cock throb and pulse inside her tight, wet pussy with every push. Each roll lifted her slightly, then dropped her back down onto my full length, the head nudging deep against her cervix, stirring her from the inside while her ass ground against my lap.

I pinched her nipples hard, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, tugging outward until they throbbed red and swollen, making her cry out again, voice cracking with the mix of sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around my cock in response, walls fluttering wildly, milking me as fresh wetness flooded out around my shaft.

"Ahh... Alex... yes... harder..." she gasped, head lolling back against my shoulder, long hair spilling over my chest. Her hands gripped my forearms where they wrapped around her, nails digging in as she rode the rhythm I set, breasts bouncing in my rough grip, milk leaking steadily, pussy stretched and dripping around my thrusting cock.

"I'm a bad wife, Alex... oh god, it's so hot," Shyla moaned as my dick fucked her, her voice breaking into desperate little gasps with every deep thrust. Her pregnant body rocked against me, thighs trembling around my waist, leaking breasts bouncing with the rhythm as milk trailed down her skin.

"You are a filthy slut, Shyla," I said, voice rough and low, squeezing her boobs harder from behind. My fingers sank deep into the swollen flesh, milking her roughly.

"I love my husband, Alex... but your dick feels so good," she gasped, voice cracking with guilt and lust. "Fuck me harder, Alex... please..."

"You'll get it harder, Shyla," I promised darkly. I stopped moving my hips and lifted her off my cock in one smooth motion, my dick sliding free from her soaked pussy with a wet sound, leaving her hole gaping and dripping. She whimpered at the emptiness, legs shaking as I stood up.

I made her turn around and sit on the sofa, leaning back against the cushions so she was practically lying down, her pregnant belly fully exposed, round and glowing in the moonlight, breasts still leaking, thighs spread wide.

I stepped between her legs, gripping her knees and pushing them apart further, opening her completely. Her pussy glistened, swollen lips parted, clit throbbing, wetness coating her inner thighs and the sofa beneath her.

"Alex... you gonna fuck me like this?" Shyla asked, voice trembling with anticipation. Her eyes flicked down to my throbbing cock hovering near her pregnant belly, then back up to my face, needy and pleading, ready for whatever came next.

"Yeah, Shyla," I said, voice dark and possessive. I placed my hard cock right on her pregnant belly, thick shaft resting heavy against the smooth, taut skin, and started rubbing it slowly up and down. The head nudged just below her navel, leaving a slick trail of precum across her belly as I ground against her.

Shyla watched with wide, dark eyes, her breath hitching every time the head brushed her navel, her leaking nipples dripping faster as her arousal built again.

Shyla was so fucking hot, her swollen, milk-heavy breasts heaving with every breath, nipples dark and leaking steadily as she lay back on the sofa, legs spread wide, pregnant belly rising proudly between us. The sight of her like that, fully exposed, thighs glistening with arousal, pussy already swollen and dripping, made my cock ache to fill her again and again, to pump her full of my warm cum until she overflowed.

-x-X-x-

Then a thought came to my mind.

The way I'd been having raw, unprotected sex with Tiffany and the others made me wonder if one of them was already pregnant with my child. The thought alone kept my cock throbbing, imagining their bellies rounding out, breasts swelling heavy with milk, nipples leaking just like Shyla's right now.

I could picture myself sucking from their full tits later, tasting that warm sweetness while they moaned my name, bodies changed forever because of me.

"Please... put it in, Alex," Shyla begged, voice cracking with desperation. Her hands gripped the sofa cushions, hips lifting slightly, pussy lips parted and glistening, begging for me.

I lined my thick cock up with her slick entrance, head nudging her swollen folds, and shoved in deep in one slow, forceful thrust. Her pussy stretched around me, walls fluttering as I buried myself to the hilt. Milk squirted from her nipples the moment I bottomed out, just from the arousal and the sudden fullness, white streams trailing down her breasts and belly in warm rivulets.

"Ahh... fuck, Shyla..." I groaned, as I started fucking her hard. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping against her ass, her pregnant belly bouncing softly between us. Her boobs jiggled wildly, milk leaking faster now, dripping onto her skin and the sofa as I pounded into her.

She moaned nonstop, high, needy sounds that filled the room.

I kept thrusting harder, relentless, deep strokes, making sure she got everything she'd been denied for months. Her pussy clenched around my cock with every plunge, milking me, juices flooding out and soaking my balls. Milk continued to leak from her nipples in rhythmic spurts, matching the pace of my thrusts, her breasts bouncing heavily, skin flushed and glowing.

"Alex... yes... harder... please..." she cried, voice breaking as she rocked her hips up to meet me, pussy spasming around my shaft.

I leaned down, capturing one leaking nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while I fucked her, drinking the warm milk that flowed freely. She cried out louder, back arching, pussy clenching tighter around me as the dual sensation overwhelmed her.

I switched to the other breast, sucking greedily, biting the nipple hard, while my hips kept slamming into her, cock driving deep, claiming every inch of her neglected pussy. Milk coated my tongue, dripped down my chin, mixed with her sweat and arousal.

"Fill me, Alex... please... give me your cum..." she begged, voice wrecked, pussy spasming harder around me as she neared the edge.

"Fuck, Shyla..." I groaned as I kept slamming into her, hips driving forward with brutal force. I wanted to cum so much inside her, flood her again even though she was already pregnant.

After a few more hard, relentless thrusts, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard. "Ahh..." I groaned low, voice breaking as thick pulses of cum shot deep into Shyla's pussy.

Her walls clenched around me like a fist, milking every drop, pulling it deeper, her pussy spasming in response as she felt me fill her completely. Hot, thick seed flooded her, overflowing around my shaft, leaking out in creamy trails down her thighs and onto the sofa cushions beneath her ass.

Shyla came hard too, her body shaking violently beneath me after months without release. "Alex... oh god... yes..." she cried, voice cracking as her pussy convulsed around my cock, juices mixing with my cum, thighs trembling, back arching off the sofa.

Her pregnant belly rose and fell with ragged breaths, breasts leaking faster from the intensity, milk dripping down her sides as she rode the waves of her long-overdue orgasm.

I pulled my cock out and collapsed beside her on the sofa, legs still touching the floor, both of us panting and breathing heavily. Sweat slicked our skin, her leaking breasts pressed against my side, my cock resting against my thigh, still leaking the last drops of cum.

"Alex... you can sleep here," Shyla said softly, placing her hand on my chest. Her fingers traced lazy circles over my skin, she had something more in mind. After months of neglect, she'd finally tasted a cock again, and she wanted to enjoy it fully, every position, every inch, all night long if she could.

"Sorry, Shyla... I'll meet you later," I said, even though part of me wanted to stay and ruin her body more. But Olivia had been waiting in my room for a long time, and I still hadn't eaten dinner. "Someone's been waiting for me."

"Promise, Alex?" Shyla asked, pulling my face closer with gentle fingers on my jaw, eyes searching mine with quiet hope.

"Promise," I said, giving her a soft, lingering kiss, lips brushing hers, tasting the faint sweetness of her milk still on my tongue.

She sighed into the kiss, hand sliding down my chest one last time before letting me go. I stood up slowly, pulling my shorts and shirt back on, cock still sensitive and half-hard.

Shyla stayed lying there, legs parted slightly, pussy leaking my cum in slow, creamy trails, breasts still dripping milk, body flushed and glowing in the moonlight.

"You can take the main door, Alex," Shyla said with a soft smile, gesturing toward the hallway that led back to the lobby from her suite. I didn't have to go through the backyard route anymore, the spiral stairs had brought me straight up to her private floor, and now I could walk the normal corridors.

I looked at her one final time before shutting her suite door behind me.

It was already on the same floor as my room, just a short walk down the quiet hallway. I moved quickly, cock still half-hard in my shorts, the taste of her milk lingering on my tongue, body buzzing from everything that had happened tonight. I was fucking starving and hadn't eaten anything real since earlier, and my stomach growled as I turned the corner.

Then I saw it, a covered food dish sitting neatly outside my door on a small tray.

"Thanks, Maya," I said to myself with a grin as I picked up the tray. The smell of fresh pasta, garlic, tomatoes, and herbs hit me immediately, warm and perfect.

I unlocked my door, stepped inside, and shut it behind me with a soft click.

Inside, I saw Olivia lying on the bed, propped up against the pillows, watching TV in the dim room light.

She looked so fucking hot just like that, casual shorts riding high on her thick thighs, tight T-shirt stretched across her massive mature breasts, nipples faintly outlined, hair messy from the night's earlier chaos. The soft glow from the screen lit her curves perfectly, making her look even more inviting, like she'd been waiting for me to come back and ruin her all over again.

"Hey, food's here," I said, smiling as I set the covered dish on the small table near the bed.

Olivia glanced over, then her eyes flicked down my body, lingering on the obvious bulge still tenting my shorts, before meeting my gaze again. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her face.

"Seems like you already had dinner," she said, voice low and teasing, full of amusement and heat. She sat up a little, her breasts shifting heavily under the T-shirt, clearly seeing right through me. She knew I'd been getting something much more than just food.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said casually as I placed the pasta plate on the bed between us. The steaming dish sat there, rich with garlic, tomato sauce, and herbs, the smell filling the room instantly.

"I can literally smell it on you," Olivia replied, her voice low and teasing, eyes narrowing playfully. She leaned in a little closer, smelling as if she could detect every trace of what I'd been doing with Maya, Asha, and Shyla, their scents, their juices, their sweat still clinging to my skin and clothes.

"It's probably the garlic you're smelling," I said with a grin, trying to play it off while I sat down on the opposite side of the bed. Olivia sat up straighter, the tight white T-shirt stretching across her heavy breasts, nipples faintly visible through the fabric as she shifted.

"I like how horny you are," she said, smiling wider now, her gaze dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge still tenting my shorts. "You look ready to burst again."

"You know I can't control myself," I admitted, shrugging with a smirk as I climbed fully onto the bed. "I had to do what I had to do."

The plate of pasta rested between us, still hot, forks tucked neatly beside it. Maya had been generous enough to include a few extras. I picked one up and handed another to Olivia.

"Here," I said, passing her the fork.

She took it, twirled a generous amount of pasta around the tines, and brought it to her mouth. She chewed slowly, eyes closing for a second as the flavors hit her.

"Mmm... it's good," she said, nodding appreciatively. "Really good."

"Yeah?" I asked, taking a big bite myself. The pasta was perfect, sauce rich and savory, garlic and herbs bursting on my tongue. I was starving, and the first few bites went down fast.

We ate quietly for a moment, forks clinking against the plate, the soft hum of the TV in the background, the faint sound of waves drifting through the cracked balcony door. Olivia kept glancing at me between bites, her smile growing more wicked each time her eyes flicked to my crotch.

Then Olivia spoke, her voice casual but deliberate as she twirled another forkful of pasta. She didn't look up right away, just watched the noodles spin around her fork like she was discussing the weather.

"Alex, why don't you join my company as CEO?" she asked, as if she were suggesting something as simple as grabbing coffee.

I almost choked on the bite of pasta in my mouth, the sauce nearly went down the wrong pipe. I coughed once, swallowed hard, and stared at her, not quite believing where that had come from so suddenly.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You just dropped that out of nowhere."

She took a slow bite, chewing thoughtfully before answering. "I was thinking... you could join my company as CEO, and maybe we could live together at my mansion." She said it so matter-of-factly, like she'd been turning the idea over in her head for a while. Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and steady, waiting for my reaction as she took another bite.

So she wanted to stay closer to me, much closer.

She was offering me the position of CEO at whatever company she ran. I still did not even know the details of her business or what industry Olivia was in. The offer was tempting as hell. If I said yes, it would mean living with her every day. I would have unlimited access to her mature, thick body every single night, waking up to her curves and her soft, needy moans.

But I had to keep my options open. I still had so many MILFs to conquer, and I was not ready to lock myself down yet.

"You know I'm still in college?" I said, setting my fork down for a moment. "I don't know anything about doing a job, let alone running a company as CEO."

"You'll learn from the best," Olivia replied smoothly, a small smile playing on her lips. She leaned back against the headboard, her breasts shifting beneath her tight T-shirt, the outline of her nipples faintly visible as she crossed one thick thigh over the other. "I'll teach you everything. You've already proven you're good at... managing things."

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. "By the way, what kind of company do you even run?"

"Whatever you can name, I run it all," Olivia said casually, twirling another forkful of pasta before taking a bite. "You can decide what kind of company you'd like to join. Maybe a tech company would be a better fit for you, right?"

She was filthy rich. Her tone alone made that clear, and the way she spoke instantly reminded me of Aria, the royal virgin whose first time I had stolen from her fiancé. Aria had said almost the same things. Her family ran half the country. Olivia's words felt eerily similar. It was really tempting, but I was not ready to commit just yet.

"I think I'll pass," I said, smirking.

Olivia paused mid-bite, her fork hovering near her lips. She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly in that amused, calculating way she had. "Why? Do you have some job offer somewhere else?"

"Yeah," I replied, keeping the sarcasm light. "Someone asked me to be the boss of their company. I think that tops your offer, right?"

She smiled, slow and amused, immediately catching the sarcasm. She set her fork down, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and leaned forward slightly, showing me her cleavage like she was bribing me.

"You can think about it," she said softly, no pressure in her voice. "I'm not forcing you." Her eyes flicked down to the bulge still tenting my shorts, lingering there for a second before meeting my gaze again. "But the offer stands."

I took another bite of pasta, chewing slowly as I watched her. She wasn't upset, just confident and patient, like she knew the temptation would wear me down eventually. The room smelled of garlic and sauce, the TV murmured softly in the background, and Olivia sat there looking like sin, thick thighs crossed, breasts straining against the fabric, that knowing smile still playing on her lips.

We finished the full plate of pasta, Maya had poured so much love into it that every bite tasted rich and comforting, the sauce thick with garlic and herbs. I set the empty plate aside on the small table near the bed, tossing the used forks on top and crumpling the napkins into the dustbin. We were both full now, stomachs satisfied, the earlier hunger replaced by a warm, heavy contentment.

With my stomach no longer growling, my mind cleared a little. I could finally focus properly on how insanely hot Olivia looked, just lying there in the dim room light.

Her tight white T-shirt stretched across her heavy breasts, the thin fabric clinging to every curve, her nipples stiff and clearly outlined beneath it.

The casual shorts rode high on her thick thighs, hugging the roundness of her ass as she shifted slightly on the bed. Even after coming so much inside Asha and Shyla earlier, my energy was already regenerating, my cock stirring again in my shorts at the sight of her mature thick body sprawled out so casually, so inviting.

I moved closer on the bed, and sat right next to her.

We both faced the TV, some mindless show playing softly in the background, though neither of us was really paying attention.

Our thighs pressed together, warm skin against warm skin, heat radiating where we touched. I wrapped one arm around Olivia's shoulders, pulling her gently against my side. She fit perfectly, her soft curves molding to me, her breasts pressing lightly against my chest.

"I feel filthy," I said, wrinkling my nose as I became more aware of the sticky layer clinging to both of us. Sweat from the hot springs, dried cum from Maya, Asha, and Shyla, the faint scent of sex and coconut oil, it had all built up over the day and now felt heavy and uncomfortable on my skin.

"Yeah... we should shower," Olivia agreed, placing her hand over mine where it rested on her shoulder. Her fingers laced through mine gently, warm and reassuring, while her body stayed pressed close against me.

"Yeah, let's take a shower," I said, standing up from the bed and pulling her with me by the hand.

Her mature, huge boobs squished suddenly against my chest as I pulled her close, the soft, heavy weight of them pressing firmly into me through her tight T-shirt.

The fabric did little to hide how full and warm they were, nipples stiff and poking against my shirt as our bodies met. My bulge pressed hard into her lower stomach, the thick outline unmistakable against her soft belly, throbbing with every heartbeat.

"Do you have extra clothes for me?" Olivia asked, voice low and teasing as she stayed pressed against me. She clearly wanted to change after the shower, but the way her hands lingered on my waist said she wasn't in a rush.

"I'd rather have you without clothes," I said, sliding one hand down to her ass and squeezing the plump cheek firmly through her shorts. The flesh yielded under my fingers, thick and round, drawing a soft gasp from her as I kneaded it possessively.

"Yeah?" she replied, voice dropping into that low, teasing tone she used when she knew exactly what she was doing to me. "Why would you want to see a grandma without clothes? You have so many younger ladies ready to do anything for you."

She knew about my harem, Tiffany, Lily, and the others, she'd seen them all, knew I had endless options, yet here she was, fishing for reassurance while her body stayed glued to mine.

"I don't know," I said, sliding both hands behind her now and squeezing her ass cheeks with both palms, pulling her even tighter against me so my cock pressed harder into her stomach. "You make me so hard."

"God... you are so hard again," Olivia breathed, feeling how strongly my bulge pressed into her lower belly. Her hands slid down my back, nails lightly scraping as she ground her hips forward once, rubbing herself against my erection.

I slapped her ass sharply from behind, the sound cracking in the quiet room. Her cheek jiggled under my palm, and she let out a small, surprised moan.

"It's all your fault," I said, voice rough.

"Yeah?" she purred, turning around slowly and pulling me toward the bathroom by the hand. "Then let me take care of it in the shower."

God, being under a shower with this thick, mature GILF, my dick was going to be in heaven. I could already picture it, hot water cascading over her body, steam rising around us as I licked her sweaty, filthy skin clean, every inch, over and over. Her heavy mature breasts pressed against the shower glass, her massive ass cheek rippling while I fucked her from behind, water mixing with her juices and my cum, her moans echoing off the walls.

Olivia walked toward the shower, pulling me behind her by the hand. Her thick hips swayed with every step, ass cheeks jiggling slightly in those tight shorts, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the lower curve. She led me into the bathroom and locked the door behind us with a soft click, sealing us in together, away from everything else.

Inside, we stood inches apart. The bathroom was warm from the steam already rising, the mirror starting to fog at the edges. My cock was dying to get out of my shorts, throbbing painfully against the fabric, the outline thick and obvious after everything that had happened tonight.

Olivia noticed immediately. Her eyes dropped to my bulge, then flicked back up to mine with that slow, filthy smile she had. Without a word, she reached out, fingers brushing my waistband, grazing the warm skin just above it. She hooked her thumbs inside the elastic and lowered my shorts slowly, deliberately, letting them slide down my thighs until my huge dick sprang free.

It stood straight out, thick, veined, head swollen and slick with precum, still carrying traces of Maya, Asha, and Shyla. It bobbed heavily in the warm air, ready and aching for her.

Olivia stared at it, eyes wide, mouth watering visibly. She looked like she was starving all over again, lips parting slightly as she took in the size, the thickness, the way it pulsed in front of her.

She'd wanted me to stay with her the whole night at her beach stilt house earlier, and I'd refused, but now she was here, getting exactly what she wanted.

I had her for the whole night, free to do whatever I wanted with her. No one would interrupt us. No one would come looking.

I could cum inside her mature, warm pussy over and over throughout the night, fill her until she overflowed, until her thighs were slick with my seed, until her womb was flooded again and again. She could drink my cum all night long if she wanted, suck me dry, swallow every drop, beg for more. I wouldn't mind one bit. The thought made my cock throb harder, another bead of precum pushing out and rolling down the head.

"You're so hungry, Olivia," I said, voice low and teasing as I watched her eyes lock onto my cock like it was the only thing in the world she wanted.

Olivia smiled, slow and filthy, and reached for the hem of her tight white T-shirt. She peeled it off over her shoulders in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the bathroom floor. Her mature, huge, saggy tits spilled free, heavy and full, swaying gently with the movement.

Her nipples were stiff and painfully red, swollen from all the earlier biting and sucking in the hot springs, standing out dark and erect against the pale skin of her breasts.

"Your nipples look so red, Olivia," I said, stepping closer and gently placing my fingers on one of them. I traced the swollen peak lightly, examining it like I was checking for damage, feeling how hot and sensitive it was under my touch.

"It's all your fault, Alex," she replied, her voice husky and breathless. "You were so rough on them..." making me remember how I'd bitten the hell out of them back in the hot springs.

"Do they hurt?" I asked, caressing both nipples slowly now, fingers circling the tender buds, rolling them gently between thumb and forefinger. They stiffened even more under my touch, darkening further.

"Yeah... ahh... they hurt so much," Olivia moaned, her back arching slightly as my fingers teased her. The pain only seemed to turn her on more, her thighs pressed together, her hips shifting restlessly, a soft whimper escaping her lips with every gentle pinch.

"What can I do to soothe them, Olivia?" I asked, my voice dropping lower, as if I were offering her a way to ease the ache.

"Ahh, please bite them again... please," Olivia said, even through the pain, still wanting me to bite her nipples harder.

I didn't make her wait. I leaned in, mouth closing around one red, swollen nipple, sucking first to draw the sensitive peak deeper, then biting down firmly, teeth sinking in with controlled pressure. Olivia cried out, sharp and needy, her hand flying to the back of my head to hold me there as the sting shot straight through her.

I switched to the other nipple, sucking deep, then biting harder, tugging outward slowly until she whimpered and trembled. Her free hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging in as pleasure and pain twisted together in her moans.

"Alex... yes... harder..." she gasped, thighs rubbing together restlessly, pussy already dripping fresh down her inner thighs even though I hadn't touched her there yet.

Her breasts heaved against my face, full and heavy, skin flushed and hot, nipples throbbing red and swollen under my mouth. Every bite made her arch higher, pushing them deeper into my lips, body shaking as the ache between her legs built unbearably.

I kept going, alternating between them, biting one while my fingers pinched and rolled the other, tugging until they ached and pulsed. Her moans grew louder and breathier, voice cracking on every sharp pull of my teeth, thighs clenching tight as her arousal soaked through her shorts.

"You are so tasty, Olivia," I said, voice low and rough as I licked her nipples slowly now, tongue swirling around the swollen, red peaks in gentle circles to soothe the pain I'd caused earlier.

"Ahh, Alex..." Olivia moaned, her voice breaking into a shaky whimper as my tongue flicked over one tender bud, then the other. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts harder into my face.

I stopped for a second, pulling back just enough to look at her, mature huge breasts heaving, nipples glistening from my saliva, red and swollen from the earlier bites. Then I reached for my shirt, yanking it off over my head and tossing it aside. My shorts were already bunched around my thighs, I shoved them down completely, kicking them off so I was fully naked.

I helped Olivia next, sliding my hands under the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down her thick thighs until they pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and now we were both completely naked, bodies filthy from the day, sweat and cum and heat clinging to our skin.

I moved forward, hands gripping her wrists and pinning them up above her head against the cool shower glass. I pressed my body into hers, chest to chest, cock trapped between us against her soft belly, pushing her back until her plump ass cheeks squished flat against the glass.

Olivia looked into my eyes, dark and needy, lips parted in anticipation, as she waited for whatever I was going to do next. Her breasts pressed against my chest, nipples stiff and dragging across my skin with every breath. Her thick thighs parted slightly, hips tilting forward so my cock nudged against her slick pussy lips, teasing her entrance without entering yet.

-x-X-x-

We were under the shower now. With my free hand, I turned it on, keeping the water pressure low so warm water flowed gently over us, cascading in soft streams down our bodies. The heat built slowly, making everything slick and steamy: skin glistening, sweat and lingering fluids washing away, our bodies sliding against each other with every small movement.

Water ran in rivulets over Olivia's breasts, down her belly, between her thick thighs, and along my cock pressed against her, turning us both hot, wet, and ready for more.

As I kept Olivia's wrists pinned high above her head in one firm grip, our bodies stayed tightly pressed together under the hot shower spray. Her massive melons squished hard against my chest, soft, heavy, and warm, their full weight flattening between us, nipples stiff and dragging across my skin with every breath she took.

My cock rubbed insistently against her soft lower stomach, the swollen head smearing fresh precum across her filthy, wet skin in slow, deliberate strokes.

Olivia kept glancing down between us, eyes dark and hungry, fixated on how hard my cock was and how tightly it pressed against her belly. Every time the head nudged her navel or slid along the underside of her round stomach, her breath hitched visibly.

She wanted it so badly, her hips twitched forward in tiny, helpless movements, trying to align herself with me even though her hands were trapped overhead.

"Like what you see?" I asked, voice low and teasing as I ground my cock harder against her, rolling my hips in slow circles so the full length dragged along her skin, coating her in more of my precum and making her tremble.

Olivia ground back against me instinctively, her only way to feel my cock since her wrists were pinned. Her thick thighs parted slightly wider, pussy brushing the base of my shaft as she rolled her hips in small, needy circles. "Please... put it in," she moaned, voice breaking with desperation

The way this older woman wanted my cock inside her, the raw, desperate hunger in her eyes, made me even hornier.

I moved my face closer to hers slowly and deliberately, letting the steam curl between us. I leaned in and bit her lower lip, firm and possessive, my teeth sinking in just enough to sting without breaking the skin. Olivia moaned instantly, "Ahh..." the sound low and needy, her body arching toward me as the sharp sensation shot through her.

One hand kept her wrists pinned firmly above her head, my fingers locked around both of hers. With my other hand, I slid my thumb to her lower lip, gently tracing the spot I had just bitten, checking how red and swollen it had become. I was careful now, examining her softly and making sure I had not been too rough, my thumb brushing back and forth over the tender flesh as if soothing it.

As I touched her lower lip, Olivia suddenly bit down on my thumb, her teeth closing around it firmly but playfully, then started sucking on it as if she needed something in her mouth. My dick was still out of reach with her arms pinned, so she took my thumb instead, her tongue swirling around it slowly and licking every side as she moaned softly against it.

Her eyes were half-lidded, dark and hazy, as though she were imagining it was my cock she was sucking, her lips sliding up and down the length of my thumb, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she worked it with slow, wet strokes.

I let her suck for a moment, feeling the warm pull of her mouth, then pulled my thumb free with a soft pop. She chased it briefly, her lips parting in protest, but I slid that same hand down to her neck, my fingers wrapping gently but firmly around her throat, my thumb pressing lightly against her racing pulse. I pulled her face closer, crashing my mouth against hers in a hard, hungry kiss.

Our tongues met immediately, tangling and tasting each other deeply, her saliva mixing with mine in wet, messy strokes. She kissed me back fiercely, moaning into my mouth, her body arching against the glass as water poured over us.

"Alex... please... I'm so filthy," Olivia said, her voice low and needy as she stood beneath the shower spray. "Will you help me wash myself?" She wanted my hands on her whole body, every inch and every curve, her eyes dark with anticipation as she imagined my touch everywhere.

"Why are you so filthy, Olivia?" I asked.

"You peed so much on me, Alex, remember?" she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly but her eyes sparkling with heat. She remembered every second of it, how I had punished her earlier for talking shit about my MILFs, how I had marked her, claimed her, and left her dripping and owned. The memory made her thighs press together under the warm water.

"Yeah... I did," I said, smirking as I released her wrists from where I'd pinned them above her head. "To teach you a lesson."

She rubbed her wrists lightly, then gestured toward the shelf. "Get the body wash, please."

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of body wash, clear and scented with something clean and slightly floral, and squeezed a generous amount into my palms. I rubbed my hands together, creating thick suds, then moved close to her again.

Olivia stood directly under the showerhead now, water flowing in steady streams down her sinful body, from her shoulders over her heavy breasts, across her round belly, down her thick thighs, and between her legs. Her skin glistened, every curve shining, wet and inviting.

Washing her was just an excuse. She wanted me to explore every inch of her body, and I was more than happy to oblige. I started with her breasts, placing both soapy hands on her soft, heavy curves and squeezing firmly. The suds spread quickly over her flesh, sliding between my fingers as I kneaded them slowly and thoroughly.

"Ahh..." Olivia moaned softly, head falling back under the water, eyes closing as she let the sensation take over. Her back arched slightly, pushing her tits harder into my hands, water streaming down her body and mixing with the soap, making everything slick and slippery.

I kept squeezing, lifting her breasts, letting them spill over my palms, thumbs brushing her nipples in slow circles before pinching them lightly. More suds formed, sliding down her belly, pooling in her navel, then running lower toward her pussy. She was trembling now, legs parting a little wider, hips shifting restlessly as my hands roamed.

I moved lower, hands gliding over her belly, soaping the smooth, skin in gentle circles, then down to her wide hips. I gripped them firmly, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as I pulled her closer, my hard cock brushing against her thigh. Water poured over us both, rinsing away the day's filth, but the heat between us only grew.

"You have perfect hips, Olivia," I said as I cleaned her hips and ass slowly with the body wash. My hands glided over her wide, rounded curves, fingers spreading thick suds across the soft, plump flesh, kneading the thick cheeks gently but firmly.

Water streamed down her back, mixing with the soap and running between her ass crack, making everything slick and shiny. I squeezed her cheeks, spreading them slightly to wash deeper, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin near her hole as she let out a soft sigh.

"Let me wash you too, Alex," Olivia said, turning to face me. She squeezed a generous amount of body wash into her palms, rubbed them together until they foamed, then placed both hands on my wet chest.

Her fingers spread the suds slowly, tracing the lines of my pecs, sliding down over my abs in long, deliberate strokes. She moved lower, hands gliding toward my cock.

"It doesn't feel like you want to wash me," I said with a smirk, watching how her hands lingered, her palms pressing flat against my stomach, her fingers drifting lower along my hip bones instead of scrubbing.

"I can't help it," Olivia replied, voice low and thick with want. She wrapped one soapy hand around my dick, fingers barely closing around the thick girth, and started stroking slowly, washing every inch from base to tip.

Foam coated my shaft, making it glisten as she worked her hand up and down, thumb circling the swollen head, spreading the foam and precum together. Her other hand cupped my balls gently, rolling them in her palm, cleaning them thoroughly while her eyes stayed locked on my cock.

"God... you are so big, Alex," she whispered, awe in her voice as she stroked the full length again, feeling every vein, every pulse. She twisted her wrist slightly on the upstroke, making me groan low.

We both cleaned ourselves thoroughly under the shower, hands roaming over each other's bodies with soapy palms until every trace of sweat, cum, and the day's filth was washed away.

The hot water poured down steadily, rinsing us clean, leaving our skin slick, flushed, and glistening.

Our bodies were fresh now, but the heat between us only grew stronger, the way Olivia's slippery, mature curves looked under the spray made my cock ache to fuck her hard again. She had the same thought in her mind, her eyes kept flicking to my erection, dark with want, and she moved with purpose, like she couldn't wait another second.

My dick was rock-hard. It would have been a complete waste not to let her ride it like crazy, to feel her pussy swallow every inch while she lost herself on top of me.

"Alex... lie down, please," Olivia said as she guided me with gentle pressure on my shoulders. She led me away from the direct spray of the shower to a patch of tile and eased me down onto my back.

I lay down slowly, the smooth, tiles pressing against my skin. My cock pointed straight up toward the ceiling, hard, throbbing, and ready, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head shiny and slick.

Olivia lowered herself slowly, her legs straddling either side of me, her knees on the floor, her thick thighs spread wide. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my shaft and lining the swollen head up with her slick pussy lips. She paused for a second, her eyes locked on mine, then sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Her pussy swallowed me inch by thick inch, hot, wet, and gripping tight as she took me deep. She moaned low as she bottomed out, her ass settling against my hips, my cock buried to the hilt inside her mature warmth.

"Ahh... Alex..." she moaned low, her voice trembling with relief and pleasure as my cock filled her completely, bottoming out against her cervix. Her pussy clenched around me once, hard, milking my full length as she adjusted to the stretch.

"Come here, Olivia," I said as she settled on top of me.

Olivia leaned forward slowly and pressed her body tightly against mine. Her heavy, mature breasts squished firmly against my chest. I wrapped both arms around her back, locking her in place against me, holding her close so every inch of her curvy frame molded to mine. Her hips shifted just a little, small, teasing rolls that made her slick pussy grind lightly along my cock, still buried deep inside her.

I gave her a slow, lingering kiss, my lips brushing softly against hers.

"You just relax," Olivia whispered against my mouth, pulling back slightly. "Let me pleasure you, Alex." Her voice was low and thick with intent. She placed both hands on my chest for balance, her fingers splaying over my pecs, and started riding my cock in earnest.

"Fuck..." I groaned low as she moved. She was really good at it, her hips rolling in slow, deep circles at first, then lifting and dropping with smooth, controlled strokes. Every time she sank down, her pussy swallowed my full length, her walls clenching tight around me, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

Her thick thighs flexed on either side of my hips, her ass cheeks jiggling softly with each descent, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the steamy bathroom.

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Her mature body moved like liquid, her breasts bouncing heavily above me, her nipples stiff and dark. She leaned back slightly, her hands still braced on my chest, changing the angle so my cock pressed deeper, nudging every sensitive spot inside her. Her moans grew louder, soft "ahh... yes..." slipping from her lips each time she bottomed out, grinding her clit against my base on every slow, deliberate downstroke.

I kept my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her pace and pulling her down harder onto my cock with every rise and fall. She rode me like she had been starving for this, slow at first, savoring every inch, then faster, her hips snapping down to take me deeper, her pussy dripping around my shaft and coating my balls and thighs.

Her head fell back, her long gray hair cascading down her back, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as she lost herself completely in the rhythm. "Alex... you feel so good inside me..." she gasped, her voice trembling, her pussy clenching tighter around me with every thrust.

Olivia kept riding me for what felt like a long, delicious eternity. She moved with slow, deliberate rolls at first, lifting her hips high enough to let my cock almost slip free before sinking back down and taking every thick inch deep into her warm, slick pussy. Then she picked up the pace, bouncing steadily, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs with wet, rhythmic smacks.

She moaned constantly, soft, breathy sounds that grew louder with every descent, completely lost in the pleasure of my cock stretching her, filling her, and hitting every sensitive spot inside.

I was starving for her ass, that sweet, mature, thick ass I had fucked raw on her balcony at the beach stilt house earlier. The memory of burying myself deep in her tight hole, her moans echoing out toward the sea, made me throb harder inside her pussy. I needed to feel it again, needed to stretch her back there and claim her completely.

After letting her bounce on my cock until her thighs trembled and her moans turned ragged, I gripped her wide hips firmly and slowed her down. "Olivia... I want to fuck your ass," I said, voice rough and low.

"Yeah? You love fucking my ass?" Olivia asked, her voice dropping into a husky, teasing whisper. Hearing me say it so directly, raw and explicit, sent a visible shiver through her, making her pussy clench tighter around my cock.

"I want to cum so much in your ass, Olivia... ahh..." I groaned, my hips bucking up once more into her pussy for emphasis.

Olivia leaned down and gave me a hungry kiss, her lips crashing into mine, her tongue diving deep, tasting the faint salt of sweat and water. She kissed me like she was starving for it, moaning into my mouth, her hips grinding down one last time before she pulled back.

After the kiss, she stood up slowly, her legs straddling me, her pussy sliding off my cock with a wet sound and leaving it glistening and throbbing in the air.

She turned around carefully, then lowered herself onto all fours closer to me, pushing her thick ass out toward me, her back arching deeply as she presented herself completely. Her breasts swayed heavily, her nipples still stiff and red. Water streamed down her back, running between her ass cheeks and making her skin shine.

I rose to my knees from my lying position and moved behind her. The view was filthy perfection, her massive ass cheeks spread slightly from the arch of her back, her pussy lips swollen and dripping juices down her thighs, her tight asshole twitching with excitement, winking at me like it remembered every thrust from earlier.

Her mature body looked built for this, thick, soft, and ready to be fucked raw and hard.

I slapped her ass cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing off the shower tiles as her plump flesh jiggled wildly under my palm. The skin instantly bloomed pink from the impact.

Slap. Slap.

I kept going, alternating between both cheeks, delivering firm, deliberate smacks that made her thick ass ripple and bounce with every strike. I didn't hold back, each slap landed harder than the last until both cheeks glowed a deep, angry red, the soft skin hot to the touch and marked with faint handprints.

"Ahh... harder, daddy... punish me," Olivia moaned, voice thick with lust and submission. She loved when I got rough with her, the sting of pain blending perfectly into pleasure, making her pussy clench and drip even more.

Hearing her beg like that, calling me daddy while her ass jiggled under my hand, drove me wild. Her moans were high and desperate, body trembling as she pushed her hips back toward me, silently asking for more.

"You are so filthy, Olivia," I said, voice low and rough as I spat directly onto her tight asshole. The warm saliva landed right on the puckered ring, making it glisten and twitch.

"Ahh..." Olivia moaned sharply as she felt the wet heat hit her most sensitive spot, her asshole clenching instinctively around nothing.

I spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands, my fingers digging deep into the soft, reddened flesh, opening her completely. Then I buried my face between her cheeks, my nose pressing right against her freshly showered skin.

I took a deep sniff, her scent was intoxicating, clean from the soap and water but still layered with the raw, musky aroma of her arousal. Her pussy dripped steadily below, the smell of her excitement thick and heady, mixing with the steam around us.

"You are so dirty, Alex... ahh..." Olivia moaned, voice trembling as my face stayed pressed deep in her ass. She pushed back harder, grinding her cheeks against my nose and mouth, wanting more of that filthy closeness.

"Ahh, Olivia..." I groaned against her skin, taking another long, slow sniff, filling my lungs with her scent, before dragging my tongue flat along her crack from pussy to asshole in one slow, deliberate lick.

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I kept licking her from behind, dragging slow, wet, long strokes of my tongue from her dripping pussy up to her tight asshole and back down again. Each pass was deliberate, flattening my tongue wide to cover as much of her as possible, tasting every inch of her slick folds, circling her swollen clit briefly before sliding up to tease the puckered ring of her ass.

I devoured her like a starving man dying of thirst, lips sealed against her pussy, tongue probing deep, sucking gently on her clit before plunging back inside her entrance.

Slurp. Slurp.

The wet, filthy sounds echoed off the shower tiles, loud and unashamed. Her juices coated my tongue, my lips, my chin, thick, warm, tangy sweetness that dripped from my face in steady drops.

"Ahh... it's so tasty," I groaned against her pussy, voice muffled as I buried my face deeper between her cheeks. My saliva was everywhere, smeared across her swollen lips, pooling around her clit, dripping down her inner thighs, while fresh juices kept leaking from her pussy, running over my tongue and chin in a constant flow.

Then I shoved my tongue inside Olivia's warm, mature pussy, pushing as deep as I could, fucking her with slow, steady thrusts of my tongue. Her inner walls were so wet and hot, clenching around me like they wanted to pull me in deeper.

She tasted even sweeter inside, rich, musky, addictive, and I groaned into her as I worked my tongue in circles, stretching her, tasting every fold.

"Fuck... oh God..." Olivia moaned, her voice cracking as she pushed her ass back harder against my face. Her hand flew to the back of my head while she stayed on one hand and knees in doggy position, fingers tangling in my wet hair and pulling me in tighter.

She was going crazy, her body was shaking, her thighs trembling as my tongue fucked her deeply, curling and thrusting, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Her pussy kept clenching around my tongue like it was my dick, spasming with every deep plunge, fresh gushes of wetness flooding my mouth.

I kept her ass cheeks spread wide with both hands, fingers digging firmly into the soft, reddened flesh, holding her open so I could devour her completely.

After tongue-fucking her pussy for a while, I moved higher, pressing my tongue flat against her puckered asshole. I circled the tight ring slowly at first, teasing the sensitive skin, feeling it twitch and relax under my touch, before pushing the tip inside.

I tongue-fucked her asshole with steady, deliberate thrusts, sliding in and out, stretching her gently, loosening the tight hole in preparation for what was coming next.

My cock was painfully throbbing between my legs, thick, veined, head swollen and dripping precum in steady drops onto the wet tile, desperate to shove deep into that same hole, to stretch her wide and fill her completely.

Olivia moaned louder, high, broken sounds that echoed off the shower walls, as my tongue plunged deeper into her ass. Her hips rocked back instinctively, pushing her cheeks harder against my face, trying to take more.

"Ahh... Alex... yes... deeper..." she gasped, her thighs trembling, pussy leaking fresh juices down her inner thighs even as I focused on her asshole.

While I was lost in eating out her ass, tongue buried deep in her tight, twitching hole, swirling and thrusting slowly to loosen her up, someone knocked on the door.

Knock. Knock.

The sound cut through the steam and Olivia's soft moans. I froze for a second, my tongue still pressed against her asshole, then pulled back reluctantly. My lips and chin were slick with her arousal and the shower water, my face flushed from the heat and the taste of her.

I remembered Tiffany had said earlier that she'd come to my room at night, and we would enjoy ourselves away from everyone. It might be her knocking now.

But I wasn't satisfied yet. I hadn't even put my dick in any of Olivia's holes. Her thick, mature body was trembling under my hands, her ass cheeks still spread wide, her pussy dripping down her thighs, her asshole puckering and begging for my cock.

Sending Tiffany away felt like the only option, I needed an excuse to keep this night just for Olivia.

I pulled my face back and slowly stood up, ready to go and answer the door.

"Alex... where are you going?" Olivia asked, voice panicked and needy. She pushed her ass back toward my face instinctively, like she couldn't bear to lose my tongue inside her asshole even for a second.

"Let's take this to bed," I said, standing up fully behind her. "Why don't you dry off your hair, and yourself?"

Her long gray hair was soaking wet from the shower, clinging to her back and shoulders in dark, heavy strands. I didn't want our bed getting soaked while we slept connected, my cock buried deep inside her all night.

"Yeah... I'll be there," Olivia said, voice still shaky with arousal. She stood up carefully, legs trembling a little, and reached for the hair dryer on the bathroom counter. Water droplets ran down her mature curves, over her heavy breasts, down her soft belly, between her thick thighs, as she turned it on, warm air already starting to lift the damp strands.

I grabbed a fresh towel from the rack, wrapped it around my waist to cover my still-hard cock, thick and throbbing, head leaking precum onto the cloth, and headed out of the bathroom. The cool air in the bedroom hit my wet skin, making me shiver slightly as I walked to the door.

As I was walking toward the door, my phone buzzed with a few more notifications in quick succession. I remembered all the MILFs I'd left back in the city, messages piling up from them, probably wondering where I'd disappeared to or sending teasing photos and voice notes to lure me back.

I should make some time to reply to them soon, keep them hooked and eager for when I returned, I thought.

I opened the door.

I was fully expecting Tiffany, but to my surprise it was Brittany and Gloria standing there, both dressed in the tiniest nightwear I'd ever seen.