Julie let out a soft, needy whimper, pushing her ass back toward my face, silently begging for attention. Her thick ass cheeks jiggled slightly with the movement, and her heavy breasts hung beneath her, swaying as she trembled with anticipation.
I kept my fingers there, slowly rubbing her slick folds, feeling how soaked and ready she was. The room was filled with the obscene, wet sounds of my fingers playing with my juicy sister's pussy and her soft, desperate moans.
Then I slowly leaned in and licked a long, slow stroke from her pussy all the way up to her asshole.
"Oh God, Alex... ahhh, you are so dirty," she moaned, her hands clenching the sheets tightly as a shiver ran through her thick body.
"Ahhh... umm, sis, you are so tasty," I said, my voice muffled against her skin as I licked her pussy and asshole hungrily, my tongue flat and eager.
I pushed my tongue inside her pussy entrance, licking and sucking greedily. Her warm, sweet juices spilled out onto my tongue in a steady flow, coating my mouth as I devoured her.
I was going crazy, the taste, the heat, the forbidden act of eating my own sister's pussy made my head spin with lust.
Hearing my older sister's moans while I ate her out was making my cock rise again quickly, hardening fully between my legs as I buried my face deeper between her cheeks.
Julie kept moving her hips, chasing my tongue desperately while I ate her like a starving animal. I moved higher and pushed my tongue into her tight asshole, licking her thoroughly, swirling around the sensitive ring and probing inside.
My sister's ass was really thick and juicy. Since I had seen her this evening, I wanted to fuck her ass so good, to make her scream in pleasure and completely lose control.
I pulled my tongue out of her and started slapping her ass cheeks hard.
"Ahhh!" Julie cried out as I turned into a rough beast, slapping her harder, the sharp smacks ringing through the room.
I slapped both cheeks one at a time, watching her juicy flesh jiggle for ages with every impact. Her skin quickly turned a deep, beautiful red as I gave her no mercy, my palm connecting with loud, satisfying slaps that made her round ass ripple and bounce.
"You are so rough on your sister, Alex," Julie cried out with pleasure, her voice breaking. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, her eyes teary from the intensity of my slaps, but the look on her face was pure ecstasy.
She looked shocked and turned on by what kind of beast her little brother had become over the years she hadn't seen me.
"I can't help it, sis... you are so juicy and thick," I said, still slapping her ass more, watching the red handprints bloom across her pale skin and the way her ass cheeks jiggled beautifully with every strike.
The sight of my older sister on all fours, ass high and reddened from my rough treatment, her pussy dripping and her asshole glistening from my tongue, was driving me wild.
Julie's thick, juicy ass jiggled with every slap, and she kept pushing it back toward me, silently begging for more even as she moaned from the stinging pleasure.
Her body trembled, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her, and her moans grew louder and more desperate with each hard smack.
My cock was getting restless. I stopped slapping her ass cheeks and lined up my thick, throbbing cock with my sister's tight asshole, slowly rubbing the swollen head against it in teasing circles.
Her asshole twitched the moment I touched it, pulsing with anticipation at the feeling of my thick cockhead pressing against it.
"No, Alex... I have never done it there," she said, alarmed, her voice shaky as she felt the pressure of my cockhead against her virgin ass.
"Don't worry, sis... I'll be gentle for your first time," I said, though I wasn't really planning on being too gentle. There was no way I was letting that juicy piece of ass go untouched.
"But Alex... your dick is so big, it will hurt," she protested weakly, her body tensing as she felt me pushing.
But I was too far gone. I started pressing forward, slowly but firmly, making my cockhead pop inside my sister's thick, juicy ass.
Julie let out a sharp gasp, her hands clutching the sheets tightly as the thick head stretched her tight ring.
The feeling was incredible, hot, incredibly tight, and resistant at first, but slowly yielding to the pressure of my cock. I kept pushing, inch by inch, watching her asshole stretch around my girth as I sank deeper into her.
"Ahhh... Alex... it's too big..." she moaned, her voice a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. Her thick ass cheeks jiggled slightly as I worked my way inside her, her body trembling on all fours.
"Fuck, sis... did your husband never claim this hole?" I groaned, my voice thick with lust as her tight asshole resisted the pressure of my massive cockhead, clenching and fluttering against me.
"I never let him do it there, Alex," Julie moaned, her voice shaky and full of need, pushing her thick ass back slightly despite the resistance.
I pulled my cock back just a little, then spat on it and on her asshole, using the head of my cock to spread the spit around, trying to lubricate my way all the way in.
The warm saliva mixed with her juices, making everything slicker as I pressed forward again, the thick head slowly forcing her tight ring to stretch open around me.
I gripped her wide hips harder, holding her in place as I continued to push, feeling her tight ass slowly open up and swallow more of my cock. The heat and pressure were intense, her walls gripping me like a vice, making every inch feel like pure heaven.
"Relax, sis... just breathe," I groaned, my own voice strained with how good it felt. "You're taking me so well..."
The feeling was incredible, incredibly tight, hot, and taboo, her body trembling as she took her little brother's cock in a place no one else had ever been.
"Ahhh, Alex... it hurts," Julie cried with pleasure.
Julie's breathing was ragged, her head dropping forward as she tried to adjust to the fullness. Her massive breasts hung heavily beneath her, swaying with every small movement, and her pussy was still dripping from earlier, juices running down her thighs.
I kept pushing until I was buried halfway inside her tight ass, then paused, letting her adjust while I enjoyed the incredible tightness. Julie's asshole clenched and fluttered around me, the sensation making my cock throb inside her.
"Fuck, sis... you are so tight," I groaned deeply as I started thrusting my massive cock into her tight asshole, feeling her virgin ring stretch obscenely around my thickness.
Julie was overwhelmed with raw pleasure. The way my cock stretched her asshole was something she had never imagined, a burning fullness that quickly melted into intense, mind-numbing ecstasy.
Her whole body trembled on all fours, her thick thighs quivering as she tried to adjust to the invasion.
"Yes... just like that, sis... move your hips," I said, my voice rough with lust as Julie began to enjoy the fullness.
She started moving her hips back to meet my thrusts, her round, juicy ass pushing against me, taking me deeper with every roll.
"God, Alex... how does your girlfriend even handle such a big cock every day? Ahhh... it's too deep," Julie moaned loudly, her voice breaking as I filled her completely. Her asshole clenched and fluttered around my shaft, the tight heat gripping me like a vice.
The sight of my sister's little, tight asshole stretched obscenely by my massive, veiny, and slick cock was making me more feral. Her pink ring was pulled taut around my girth, the skin shiny with spit and her own juices as I drove in and out.
I grabbed her child-bearing hips with both hands, fingers digging deep into the soft, wide flesh, and started slamming myself violently into her. Each powerful thrust made her thick ass cheeks ripple and slap against my hips, the sound loud and obscene in the room.
Her heavy breasts swung wildly beneath her, and her moans turned into broken, high-pitched cries of pleasure as I fucked her ass without mercy.
Julie's body jolted forward with every brutal slam, her hands clutching the sheets as she pushed back to meet me, completely lost in the sensation of her little brother claiming her tightest hole.
"Ahhh... show some love to your sister's pussy, Alex," Julie moaned, reaching her fingers underneath her body and spreading her swollen pussy lips open with two fingers.
She showed me her pink, glistening insides, inviting her brother's thick cock into her warmth.
At the same time, she started rubbing her clit in slow circles, clearly desperate to reach orgasm.
"Sis, let me fill you up," I said, my voice rough with lust. I pulled my swollen cock out of her tight ass with a wet pop and immediately shoved it straight into her motherly, dripping pussy in one hard thrust.
"Ahhh!" we both moaned at the sudden, intense contact. The feeling of sliding from her ass into her soaked pussy was overwhelming, her walls were hotter, wetter, and even more welcoming after the tightness of her ass.
My sister taking my cock in doggystyle position while her thick ass jiggled as I held her hips was too arousing. I gripped her wide, child-bearing hips tightly, and started slamming into her roughly.
Each powerful thrust made her ass cheeks ripple and slap against my hips, the wet, obscene sound of skin-on-skin filling the room as I fucked her without mercy.
I wanted to make my sister cum from overwhelming pleasure. I pounded her deep and hard, bottoming out with every stroke, the head of my cock kissing her cervix as her pussy clenched and fluttered around me.
"Ahh... ahh, fuck, Alex... ahh," Julie moaned with pleasure.
Julie's moans grew louder and more broken, her body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while her fingers kept rubbing her clit frantically.
Her heavy breasts swung wildly beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets as she took everything I gave her. The way her thick, motherly body jiggled and rippled with every slam made me even more feral.
Julie's pussy was soaking wet, her juices coating my cock and dripping down her thighs as I railed her. She pushed her ass back to meet my thrusts, moaning my name like a desperate slut, completely lost in the pleasure of being fucked hard by her little brother.
"Alex... I think I'm gonna cum... ahh!" Julie moaned, her voice breaking as she got dangerously close. I could feel it too, the way her pussy spasmed and fluttered wildly around my cock, clenching rhythmically as her orgasm built.
"Wait, sis... I want to fill you up properly," I said, my voice rough with lust. I pulled my cock out of her pussy suddenly, leaving her empty and gasping.
Julie let out a desperate whimper, instinctively moving her hips back, chasing my cock, her swollen pussy lips twitching with need.
I roughly handled her, grabbing her wide hips and turning her around so she lay on her back.
She obeyed like a good slut, spreading her legs wide and holding them open with her hands, biting her lower lip as she realized I was going to take her like this, face to face, completely exposed.
I moved closer, slapping my heavy, slick cock against her swollen pussy lips a few times, the wet smacks echoing in the room.
"Ahh... don't tease me, Alex," she moaned, her voice needy and frustrated, clearly desperate to have my cock back inside her immediately.
Her pussy lips were swollen and red, ravaged by my roughness, puffy, glistening, and still leaking her juices mixed with traces of my earlier cum. The sight was incredibly filthy and arousing.
I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her entrance without pushing in yet.
"You want my cock that bad, huh, sis?" I teased, slapping it against her hard.
"Yes, Alex... please, put it in... ahh," Julie cried, trying desperately to get me back inside her again.
Julie's hips bucked upward, trying to get me inside, her eyes locked on mine with pure desperation.
I finally lined up and shoved my cock back into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Julie cried out in pleasure, her back arching off the bed as I filled her completely again.
I started thrusting, deep, powerful strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly and her thick body jiggle beneath me.
Her legs stayed spread wide, held open by her own hands as I fucked her hard, the wet slapping sounds of our bodies filling the room.
Julie's face was a picture of ecstasy, eyes half-closed, mouth open, moaning my name with every deep thrust. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around my cock, still on the edge of orgasm as I pounded her without mercy.
I leaned down and took her hard nipple into my mouth, biting the hell out of it, making Julie cry out in a sharp, broken moan.
"No, Alex... ahhh!" she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure, but she didn't stop me. Instead, her back arched, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth as if she craved more.
"You are so shameless, sis... wanting to cum from your brother's cock," I growled against her skin, switching to the other nipple and sucking hard while drinking the warm milk that leaked out.
The sweet, creamy taste filled my mouth as I bit and pulled on her stiff peak, making her body jerk beneath me.
"I can't help it, Alex..." she moaned, her voice cracking as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
"Do you want me to cum inside, sis?" I teased her again, pulling my face closer to hers and kissing her flushed cheeks, my lips brushing her skin as I whispered the filthy question.
"Yes... please fill me up with your cum," Julie moaned desperately, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck while her thick legs locked around my waist, pulling me even deeper into a perfect mating position.
She was so far gone, her shame and logic had completely surrendered to lust. She knew there was a real risk of getting pregnant by her own brother, but that only seemed to fuel her need.
Her hips rolled upward, grinding her soaked pussy against my cock, silently begging me to breed her.
I slammed into her harder, feeling her walls clench and flutter around me as she chased her orgasm.
Her massive breasts bounced wildly between us, milk leaking from her nipples with every powerful thrust. Julie's face was a picture of pure raw lust, eyes half-rolled back, mouth open in constant moans, completely lost in the forbidden pleasure of being fucked raw by her little brother.
I could feel my own orgasm building fast again, my cock throbbing inside Julie's tight, milking pussy as I prepared to give her exactly what she was begging for, a deep, breeding load from her brother.
Then she came hard.
"Ahh... I'm coming, Alex... don't stop!" Julie cried out, pulling me in tightly as her orgasm crashed through her.
Her walls fluttered and spasmed violently around my cock, squeezing and milking me in powerful, rhythmic contractions.
A massive gush of her warm juices leaked out from her pussy, coating my shaft and dripping down onto the sheets beneath us as she trembled uncontrollably in my arms.
I kept fucking her straight through her orgasm, slamming into her with deep, relentless strokes, chasing my own release while her pussy clenched and fluttered around me like it was trying to pull every drop out of me.
"Fuck," I came hard without warning, my voice breaking as the orgasm hit me like a wave.
It was so intense that I fell forward onto my juicy sister's body, my chest pressing against her soft, heavy breasts as we both collapsed onto the bed. Her tits jiggled beautifully from the impact while we rode out our orgasms together.
I shot thick, heavy ropes of cum deep inside Julie's pussy again, flooding her with everything I had left. Spurt after powerful spurt painted her inner walls white, filling her completely as I let myself go, emptying my balls into my own sister.
We both panted heavily, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled together.
Julie kept me tightly pressed into her chest, her arms wrapped around my back as we both leaked so much, my cum slowly oozing out around my cock where it was still buried deep inside her, mixing with her own juices.
"Alex... you came so much inside me again," Julie said, her voice a mix of alarm and lingering horniness. She could feel how full she was, how my thick load had flooded her.
"Yeah, sis... can you feel it deep?" I asked, still breathing hard, my cock twitching inside her as the last weak spurts leaked out.
"Mmm... yes, Alex..." she moaned softly, clearly turned on by the sensation. She started kissing me, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against mine as she remained fully connected to me.
The way our bodies were locked together, my cock still nestled inside her cum-filled pussy, her thick, motherly body wrapped around me, made the kiss feel even more intimate and filthy.
"Sleep like this, Alex," she whispered against my lips, her fingers gently playing with my hair as she kept me on top of her juicy, motherly body. "Keep yourself inside your sis..."
Her legs stayed loosely wrapped around my waist, holding me in place while her soft breasts cushioned my chest.
The warmth of her cum-filled pussy around my cock, combined with the gentle way she stroked my hair, made it impossible to move.
I felt completely drained, yet perfectly content lying on top of my sister, still buried inside her.
And I felt sleepy, fully satisfied in the best way possible.
Then, suddenly, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
"Who is it, Alex?" Julie murmured, stirring as she had just started to fall asleep.
"Let me check, sis," I said, carefully moving on top of her while still keeping my dick inside her warm pussy.
I looked at the screen.
It was Olivia.
She was calling me for the first time since we last met at the beach. I had been too busy, and too distracted by everything that had happened since I returned, to call her back.
But now, here she was, reaching out to me in the middle of the night.
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Why is she calling this late at night? I thought.
The name on the screen brought back a rush of memories, the beach trip, the tension, Olivia's mature curves, and the unfinished business between us.
My cock twitched involuntarily inside Julie at the thought, and she let out a soft, sleepy moan, her walls gently squeezing me as if reacting to my sudden alertness.
Julie lifted her head slightly, her short hair messy and her eyes half-open. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her hand lazily stroking my back while her legs remained loosely wrapped around my waist, keeping me deep inside her.
"Yeah, everything's okay," I said, knowing I couldn't take the call right now. I quickly declined the call with a quick reply—"I'll call you later"—and placed the phone back on the nightstand.
"Ahh, Alex... was that your girlfriend? I felt your dick get hard again inside me," Julie said, her voice a mix of sleepiness and teasing curiosity.
And it really had gotten hard all of a sudden. I remembered how I had taken Olivia all night at the beach house, how I had worshipped her mature body, filled her over and over, and left her trembling and satisfied.
She had to leave the beach early because of some business matters, but now it seemed she was ready to catch up again.
The thought of seeing her, of picking up right where we left off, made my cock throb even harder inside Julie's warm pussy.
Julie noticed the sudden stiffness and gave a soft, amused moan, rolling her hips slowly to feel me swell inside her. "Mmm... whoever that was, she must be special. You're getting so hard again just from thinking about her."
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I stayed buried deep inside my sister, the contrast hitting me hard, Julie's thick, motherly body wrapped around me, still full of my cum from earlier, while Olivia's call reminded me of another beautiful, mature woman who clearly wanted more of me.
Julie kissed my chest softly, her hand still stroking my back. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to... but your body is telling me everything."
I stayed silent for a moment, letting the warmth of her pussy and the softness of her body soothe me while my mind raced with possibilities.
"Ahh, sis... you are so horny again. Didn't I fill you enough?" I said, kissing Julie deeply, my lips moving against hers as we stayed pressed tightly together.
"You did, Alex... ahh," Julie moaned into the kiss, her voice soft and satisfied, yet still laced with desire. We kept our bodies close, skin on skin, her thick, warm curves molded perfectly against me as we shared slow, lazy kisses.
I eventually got off her body, carefully keeping my cock inside her, then lay down on my side facing her.
Julie immediately wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her soft warmth. Her full, heavy breasts acted as the perfect cushion against my chest, and we both drifted off to sleep slowly, tangled together in a warm, intimate embrace.
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Morning came. Sunlight filtered gently through the windows, casting a soft golden glow across the room.
It was a new day, and I had slept all night buried inside my cousin.
Julie was still sleeping peacefully on my side, her thick body relaxed and warm. I picked my head up slightly and kissed her cheek.
She murmured something incoherent in her sleep, her lips curving into a small, content smile. My dick was still nestled deep inside her, soft now but comfortably held in her warmth.
I moved a little, slowly pulling out of her. Julie let out a soft, sleepy moan as my cock slipped free, her pussy giving one last gentle squeeze before releasing me. A small trickle of my dried cum and her juices leaked out, but she didn't wake up fully.
I got up from the bed quietly, stretching my body. I checked my phone on the nightstand to see if Olivia had messaged me later.
There was a message, but it wasn't from Olivia. It was from Aria, reminding me of the royal banquet her family was throwing, and that I was her date.
"Alex, why don't we go shopping? Do you have a suit for the event? Anyway, let's meet at 11 AM. I'm sending you the address. Meet me here," Aria had written.
I thought about it for a second. I didn't have a proper suit for such a special occasion. The royal banquet sounded formal and high-class, and showing up unprepared wasn't an option.
The contrast hit me again, last night I had been buried deep inside my cousin Julie, filling her with cum, and now Aria was inviting me to a glamorous event as her official date.
My life had become a beautiful, chaotic mix of forbidden family lust and high-society intrigue.
I glanced back at the bed. Julie was still sleeping soundly, her thick, curvy body sprawled out, looking peaceful and satisfied. The memory of how I had taken her last night, and how she had begged me to fill her, made my cock twitch again.
But right now, I had to get ready for the day. Aria's message was waiting, and the royal banquet was tonight. I needed to find a suit, and apparently, Aria wanted to go shopping together.
I quickly got in the shower without waking Julie up. I knew if I had invited her in with me, she would have drained me completely so early in the morning.
It was already 10 AM, and I had to meet Aria in about an hour.
After the shower, I quickly found a casual short-sleeve shirt and a pair of cargo pants, getting dressed and ready to go meet Aria.
Julie was still on the bed, sleeping peacefully under the blanket that we had shared last night, the one Tiffany had given us, her body rising softly with each breath.
Her thick, curvy body was barely covered, one leg sticking out, and her short hair was messy against the pillow.
She looked completely satisfied and relaxed, a small, content smile on her face even in sleep.
I was about to head out when someone gently knocked on the door.
I walked over and opened the door. It was Tiffany, holding a tray with two steaming cups of coffee.
"Morning, Alex," she said softly, her voice warm but with a hint of something else. She glanced past me into the room, clearly looking to see where Julie was.
Her eyes lingered for a moment on the bed where my cousin was still sleeping, then returned to me. "I thought I should make you some coffee."
She stood there in the doorway in a simple but flattering outfit, a maxi that hugged her thick figure, her heavy breasts and wide hips clearly outlined.
The way she held the tray and looked at me made it obvious she had come with more than just coffee in mind. There was a subtle possessiveness in her gaze, especially after seeing Julie in my bed.
"Thanks, Tiff," I said, taking the cup of coffee from her with a small smile.
"Is Julie still asleep?" Tiffany asked as she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. She walked closer to the bed, her eyes scanning the scene.
She saw how Julie was sleeping peacefully under the blanket, but it was clear she was naked underneath.
One of her arms was draped over the edge of the blanket, her chest line visible where the fabric had slipped slightly, and one thick leg had kicked out from under the covers, showing a generous amount of smooth, soft thigh.
Tiffany looked at me, her expression shifting as the realization of what had really happened last night dawned on her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of jealousy and surprise flashing across her face.
"Alex, did you...?" Tiffany asked, her voice low but pointed.
"No, Tiff," I replied quickly, trying to sound casual. "Julie was feeling hot. She has a habit of sleeping without clothes."
Tiffany didn't look entirely convinced. She stood there for a moment, holding the tray with the remaining coffee, her gaze flicking between Julie's barely covered body and me.
The maxi dress she wore clung to her own thick curves, her heavy breasts rising and falling a little faster as she processed the situation.
There was a clear flicker of jealousy in her eyes, she had come over with coffee, hoping for some morning intimacy, only to find my older cousin naked in my bed.
Julie stirred slightly under the blanket but didn't wake up, letting out a soft, sleepy sigh as she shifted, causing the blanket to slip a little lower and reveal more of her soft, voluptuous figure.
Tiffany's hand tightened on the tray. "She has a habit, huh?" she said, her tone light but with an unmistakable edge. "And you just... let her sleep like that?"
I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee to buy a second. "It's not a big deal, Tiff. She's my cousin. We've known each other forever."
As we were talking, Julie stirred in her sleep and slowly woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she saw me and Tiffany standing close together near the bed.
"Oh... what's happening, guys?" Julie asked, sitting up and pulling the blanket up to cover her naked body, though it slipped slightly, revealing the top of her heavy breasts and the smooth skin of her shoulders.
"Hey, sis, Tiffany brought us coffee," I said, trying to keep my tone casual.
"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Tiffany," Julie replied, her voice still a little sleepy but polite. She looked radiant, her skin glowing from the orgasm she had experienced last night, her short hair messy in a sexy, just-woken-up way.
"Good morning," Tiffany said, handing her one of the coffee cups with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. There was a noticeable tension in the air as Tiffany took in Julie's barely covered, voluptuous figure sitting on my bed.
"Sis, I was leaving for college. I have some work," I said, picking up my phone from nightstand . "Meet you later."
Tiffany and I walked out of the room, closing the door behind us.
The moment we stepped into the hallway, Tiffany's demeanor changed. She turned to me, her voice low and edged with jealousy.
"Alex... your cousin slept in your bed? Naked?" she asked, her hand holding mine .
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "She said she was feeling hot last night. It's not a big deal, Tiff. She's family."
"And why are you going to college so early?" Tiffany asked me, her voice soft but clearly reluctant to let me leave.
"It's really important, Tiff," I said, gently lifting her chin with my hand and giving her a slow, deep kiss. "And I'll make sure I make it up for last night."
She blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as she looked up at me with those warm, needy eyes.
"Okay, Alex... please come home soon," Tiffany said, finally letting me go, though her hand lingered on my chest for a second longer than necessary.
I quickly finished my coffee while still standing in the hallway and handed the empty cup back to her. With one last smile, I headed out.
After taking the subway, I reached the address Aria had sent me.
It was an expensive-looking boutique in a high-end part of the city, the kind of place with sleek windows displaying tailored suits and formal wear that cost more than most people's monthly rent.
I messaged Aria that I had arrived. She replied almost instantly, and within a minute she came out to meet me.
Aria looked stunning, as always. She was wearing a simple but elegant sundress that hugged her figure. Her hair was down, and she had that effortless, royal beauty that made her stand out even in a place like this.
"Alex! You came," she said with a bright, relieved smile as she walked up to me. She gave me a quick hug and a kiss, her body pressing against mine for a moment longer than a casual greeting.
"I told you I'd be here," I replied, returning the smile. "So, shopping for the banquet?"
"Yes," she said, linking her arm with mine as we walked toward the entrance. "I want us to look perfect tonight. Plus... I want everyone to see who I chose as my date."
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We stepped inside the boutique. The interior was luxurious, polished wood floors, soft lighting, and racks of high-end suits and dresses.
A well-dressed attendant greeted us politely, but Aria waved her off with a graceful smile, clearly wanting this to be just the two of us.
She led me toward the men's section, her hand still lightly linked with my arm. "Let's find you something sexy."
"You know I'll look sexy even if I go wearing nothing?" I said with a teasing grin.
"I know, Alex," Aria replied, playfully tackling my shoulder with a light push. "But let's keep that dress code for later, shall we?"
The contrast hit me again, just hours ago I had been buried deep inside my cousin Julie, filling her with cum while she moaned beneath me, and now I was here with Aria, shopping for a royal banquet where I would be her official date in front of her entire high-society family.
Aria stopped in front of a rack of tailored suits, running her fingers along the luxurious fabrics as she glanced at me with a playful yet sincere look.
"What do you think?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Something classic and sharp... or do you want to stand out a little more?"
"I don't know, you choose for me," I said. "Is your fiancé going to be there?"
Aria paused for a moment, holding up a sleek black suit in front of me to check the fit against my shoulders. She bit her lower lip slightly before answering.
"Yes, he'll be there," she said, her voice quieter but steady. "It's a family event, so he has to attend. But I don't want to go with him. I want to go with you." She stepped closer, lowering the suit and looking directly into my eyes. "I want everyone to see me walking in with you, Alex. Not him."
"Does your family know about me?" I asked her, still standing in front of the mirror.
"No, Alex... they don't," she said quietly, her fingers still adjusting the suit on my chest.
"What would you say to your fiancé?" I asked, watching her reaction in the reflection.
"I'm going to break up with him in front of everyone today, Alex," Aria said, her voice determined and steady, though there was a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. "I don't want to hide this anymore. I want to be with you."
She held the suit up again, adjusting it against my chest with gentle hands. "This one would look good on you. Classic, but it'll show off your build. Try it on?"
The way she said it, choosing my clothes, planning exactly how I would look standing beside her in front of her entire world, made the moment feel incredibly intimate and possessive.
We weren't officially dating yet, or at least we hadn't announced it to anyone, but Aria had made it very clear: she wanted us to be serious.
She wanted me as her date, her partner, and she was ready to make it public, even if it meant causing a scene at her family's royal banquet.
As we tried on different suits to see which one looked best, Aria's phone suddenly rang.
"One second, Alex," she said, stepping aside to take the call. She spoke quietly for a minute or two before hanging up.
"Alex, my mom is on the women's floor," she explained. "She asked me to come help her choose something. I'll be quick. Why don't you try on some suits in the meantime?"
"Is your mom here?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah, we came together. I'll be back soon," she said, giving me a quick smile before heading toward the elevator to the upper floor.
I was alone now. I picked up a few of the suits she had suggested and headed toward the fitting rooms at the back of the store.
There was a woman standing near the fitting area, clearly an attendant.
She looked to be in her early 50s, wearing the boutique's uniform: a fitted black blouse and a pencil skirt that showed off her thick thighs openly.
She had a mature, voluptuous figure, full breasts, a soft waist, and wide hips that filled out the skirt nicely. Her hair was tied back neatly, and she carried herself with the polite confidence of someone who had worked in high-end retail for years.
"May I help you, sir?" she asked, stepping forward with a professional smile.
"Yeah, I was just going to try these on," I said, holding up the suits.
She nodded and gestured toward an open fitting room. "Of course. Let me know if you need any different sizes or alterations. I'll be right here if you need assistance."
I stepped into the fitting room and closed the curtain behind me. As I started changing into the first suit, I could hear the faint sounds of the boutique, soft music, the occasional murmur of other customers, and the attendant moving around outside.
The suit fit well, the tailored fabric hugging my shoulders and chest. I stepped out to check myself in the large mirror just outside the fitting rooms.
The attendant glanced over and gave an approving nod. "That looks very sharp on you, sir."
"You think so?" I said, turning around slowly to give her the full view.
The way this attendant was looking at me made it clear she was already getting attracted. Her eyes lingered a little too long on my shoulders and chest, and there was a subtle flush on her cheeks.
She moved closer, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Sir, may I suggest something? Something that will really show off your muscles more."
As she spoke, she reached out and started dusting off my shoulders and chest with her hands, pretending to smooth the suit.
But it was obvious she was just taking the opportunity to feel me, her palms pressing lightly against the fabric, tracing the lines of my chest and shoulders with slow, deliberate movements.
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"Yeah, go ahead," I said. "I want to look my best. I think my girlfriend will be announcing that we're dating tonight."
"Oh, is Miss Aria your girlfriend, sir?" she asked, her curiosity clear. It sounded like she had known Aria for years.
"Yeah, is Aria a regular here?" I asked, watching her reaction.
The attendant smiled, still letting her hands linger on my chest a moment longer than necessary. "Well, I could say this boutique is owned by her family, and she comes in quite often with her mother to shop," she said, her voice carrying a hint of familiarity.
"I should have guessed," I replied. Aria's family was filthy rich, it was rare to find an industry they didn't have a share in.
"Sir, would you like to try this?" the attendant asked, taking out a sleek grey suit that looked sharp and expensive.
"Yeah, let's try it," I said.
"I'll help you, sir," she replied, and before I could protest, she followed me into the fitting room, holding the suit.
We both entered the small fitting room, our bodies close in the confined space. Her mature figure radiated warmth, voluptuous build that the boutique uniform accentuated, full breasts straining against her blouse, a soft waist, and thick thighs visible beneath her pencil skirt.
She quickly helped me out of the suit I was wearing. When she reached my pants, she opened them slowly. My dick sprang free, bouncing heavily between us, thick, veiny, and already semi-hard from the earlier tension.
"Oh sir... you are not wearing anything underneath," she said, putting a hand over her mouth in genuine shock. She clearly wasn't prepared to see a cock this massive during her shift.
"Yeah, I should have warned you," I said, not bothering to cover myself.
"It's okay, sir," she replied, trying to compose herself, though her eyes kept flicking down to my girth. She swallowed visibly, her cheeks turning a faint pink as she helped me step into the new grey suit pants.
The small space made it impossible to avoid contact. Her hands brushed against my thighs and hips as she adjusted the trousers, and I could feel the warmth of her body close to mine. She was professional, but the way her breathing had changed told me she was affected.
The way she kept staring at my cock made me even more aroused. I had come here with Aria, but I couldn't help it when the situation took a turn like this.
The fitting room was small, barely enough space for two people. As she moved to hang the suit I had just taken off on the hooks, her ass brushed against my cock, the soft, round curve pressing back for a moment longer than necessary.
I helped her move around by keeping my hands on her hips, guiding her gently as she worked in front of me. My dick twitched from the contact.
Her ass was really juicy, full and plush, the kind that jiggled slightly even with the slightest movement.
"Hey, are you married?" I asked her, my hands staying firmly on her hips as she reached up to put the suit on the hooks, keeping everything tidy.
"Yes, sir," she said, glancing back at me over her shoulder while I held her hips and subtly ground my cock a little against her ass.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she stayed there for a second, letting the contact linger as she adjusted the suit on the hook. Her mature body felt warm and soft under my hands, her thick thighs and round ass pressing back just enough to make my cock throb harder against her.
She glanced back at my cock pressing firmly against her ass and blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a warm shade of pink.
"Sir... Miss Aria is really lucky," she said, her voice soft and breathy as her eyes stayed fixed on my hard length.
"Yeah, she really is," I replied, my hands still on her hips as I ground my cock slowly against her ass, feeling the soft, plush cheeks yield under the pressure.
I couldn't help but squeeze her soft curves, my fingers digging into the generous flesh of her hips and ass. The attendant let out a quiet, involuntary moan, her body responding to the touch even as she tried to stay professional.
"Ahh, sir... we shouldn't be doing this in here," she moaned, though she made no move to pull away. Her hips shifted back slightly, pressing her ass more firmly against my cock.
The way her moan sounded made my dick leak some precum, the clear fluid smearing against the fabric of her skirt.
I turned her around slowly, showing her exactly how hard she had made my cock. Now my thick, throbbing shaft was pressed against her lower belly, the head nudging just below her navel.
"I'm sure you have plans with Miss Aria after the shopping to take care of it," she said, her eyes dropping to my cock again, unable to look away.
"I don't know," I said, my hands sliding up to her waist. "I don't think Aria has the experience like you do."
The attendant's breathing grew heavier. She was clearly a old woman with a voluptuous body that had seen years of life.
The way I was speaking to her, combined with the obvious hardness pressing against her belly, was clearly affecting her.
"Do you want to touch it?" I asked her, my voice low and inviting as I stood there with my hard cock still pressed against her lower belly.
She looked up at me, biting her lower lip, clearly torn between professionalism and desire.
"But sir... what if Miss Aria comes back?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Don't worry about her," I said, my hands still resting on her wide hips, holding her in place.
She nodded slowly, her eyes dropping back down to my cock.
Her hand trembled slightly as she reached forward and wrapped her fingers around my thick girth. The moment her warm palm closed around me, she let out a soft, involuntary sigh.
She started feeling it, slowly stroking the length, her thumb brushing over the swollen head, exploring its size and hardness with obvious fascination.
As we were getting cozy in that small fitting room, the heat between us building quickly, we suddenly heard footsteps outside.
"Alex?" Aria called out as she came closer to the fitting room. "Where did he go?" she muttered to herself, her voice getting nearer.
The attendant froze, her hand still wrapped around my cock, her eyes widening in panic.
"Sir, Miss Aria is outside," the attendant whispered urgently, her eyes wide with panic as her hand rested on my cock.
I immediately clamped my hand over her mouth, pressing my palm firmly against her lips to silence her. I didn't want Aria to find me like this, naked, my cock hard and throbbing, with another woman's hand wrapped around it in the middle of a fitting room.
"Alex?" Aria called from outside, her voice curious as she stood just beyond the curtain, clearly thinking I might be in one of the trial rooms.
Neither of us spoke.
I kept my hand over the attendant's mouth, my body tense as I waited for Aria to move on. The attendant's breathing was quick and shallow against my palm, her eyes locked on mine with a mixture of fear and lingering arousal.
I wanted Aria to think I wasn't here.
"Hey, do you know where the guy I was with went?" Aria's voice came from just outside the fitting room, carrying clearly through the thin curtain as she spoke to some other attendant nearby.
"Sorry, ma'am, I just came in," the other woman replied politely.
"He might have gone to the bathroom," Aria murmured to herself.
A moment later, her footsteps receded down the hallway, gradually fading into the boutique's background noise.
Only when the footsteps were completely gone did I slowly remove my hand from the attendant's mouth. She took a shaky breath, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her blouse. Her face was flushed, a mix of panic and lingering arousal clear in her expression.
"That was close, sir..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking down to my still-hard cock that was in her hand.
"Yeah," I said, my voice low and rough as I looked down at her.
The attendant, clearly aroused by the whole risky situation, started stroking my cock involuntarily, her hand moving slowly up and down the thick shaft without her even seeming to realize she was doing it.
Her fingers explored its girth and heaviness, squeezing gently as if testing its weight and firmness.
"Ahh... your hands feel so good," I groaned, my cock twitching in her grip. "Sorry, what was your name?"
"It's Tracy, sir... what's yours?" she asked, her voice breathy, still slowly pumping me.
"I'm Alex," I said, groaning again as she squeezed my cock a little harder, her palm sliding over the sensitive head.
"Sorry, sir... did I squeeze it too hard?" she asked, looking up at me with wide, apologetic eyes, though she didn't stop stroking.
"No, it was perfect," I replied, my breathing getting heavier. "But I don't think I should leave like this." I gestured down to my rock-hard cock, which was standing straight out, throbbing visibly and leaking a bead of precum. I didn't want to walk out in front of Aria with an obvious erection like this.
"Yes, sir," Tracy said softly, her hand still loosely wrapped around me.
Her breasts looked really thick and soft, straining against the front of her blouse. I couldn't resist anymore. I reached out and put my hand on one of them, giving it a firm squeeze, feeling the fullness and softness through the fabric.
"Ahhh..." Tracy moaned quietly, her body jolting slightly at the touch. "Sir... I'm married. I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, though she made no move to pull my hand away.
"But Tracy, look at how hard you have made me," I said, my voice low and teasing as I gave her breast another squeeze, my thumb brushing over her hardening nipple through her blouse.
Tracy's breathing grew heavier, her hand tightening around my cock as she continued to stroke me slowly. The small fitting room felt even smaller now, the air thick with tension and the scent of our mutual arousal.
She was clearly a mature, married woman in her early 50s, but the way her body responded to my touch told me her professionalism was crumbling fast.
"But sir... you are Miss Aria's boyfriend," she said, her voice shaky, trying to remind herself, and me, of the boundary she was crossing.
"Yeah, Tracy... I think you're right," I said, acting like I didn't want her to continue, even though my cock was throbbing in her hand.
Tracy couldn't stop stroking my cock. Her fingers kept moving up and down the thick shaft, slow and exploratory, as if she already knew she might never get another chance to enjoy a cock this massive and hard again.
"Sir... did you get hard because of me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes flicking up to meet mine with a mix of nervousness and hope.
"Yes, Tracy," I replied, pulling her closer by the waist and sliding my hand down to squeeze her ass cheek from behind, gripping the soft, full flesh firmly.
"Ahhh..." Tracy moaned at the sudden roughness, her body jolting slightly as my fingers dug into her ass.
Then I moved my hands to the front of her blouse and started opening it slowly, button by button. Tracy watched me with eager, wide eyes, her breathing growing heavier as each button came undone.
Soon the blouse was open, and I pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall. She was left in just her bra — a simple, practical one that barely contained her huge tits. I reached behind her, unhooked it, and let it fall forward, revealing her massive breasts.
"Tracy... your boobs are so big," I said, cupping them in both hands and squeezing them firmly, feeling their heavy weight and softness overflow my palms.
Tracy let out a soft, needy moan, her nipples hardening instantly under my touch. Her breasts were full and mature, with a slight natural sag that made them even more tempting.
I kneaded them roughly, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, watching them pebble and darken as she trembled in front of me.
"Ahh, sir... my tits are saggy. Do you like them?" Tracy asked, her voice breathy and self-conscious, clearly getting more aroused by the second as she stood there half-naked in the small fitting room.
"I love them, Tracy," I said, leaning forward and biting her nipple hard, enough to truly hurt, and firm enough to make her gasp and arch her back.
"Ahh!" Tracy cried out sharply, the sound escaping before she could stop it.
It was loud enough that someone outside might have heard if the boutique hadn't been filled with the low hum of background music and other customers.
"Shh... you're so loud," I whispered, my hand quickly covering her mouth for a second while I listened carefully for any footsteps or voices outside. "Aria might hear you."
But no one came. No one paid any attention. Her cry seemed to have been muffled by the general noise of the boutique, the soft chatter of customers, the rustle of clothes, and the distant hum of conversation.
"But sir... you bit it so roughly," she said, her voice shaky and needy, her nipple now visibly reddened and throbbing from my teeth.
I didn't apologize. Instead, I leaned in again and took the other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand squeezed the heavy, saggy breast it belonged to.
Tracy's tits were full and mature, with that natural softness and slight hang that came from age and life, and I found them incredibly sexy. I bit down again, gently tugging the nipple between my teeth, making her whimper and press her chest forward into my mouth.
Tracy's hand stayed wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly as I played with her breasts. Her breathing was ragged, her thighs pressing together as fresh arousal leaked from her pussy, soaking into her panties.
Tracy looked down at me with wide, lust-filled eyes, her mature face flushed. "Sir... this is so wrong... but it feels so good..."
Suddenly my phone buzzed in the pocket of my pants that were hanging on the hook.
"Wait a sec," I said, pulling away from Tracy's breasts and reaching for my phone.
It was Aria calling, probably trying to find out where I had gone.
"Sir, are you going to pick it up?" Tracy asked, her voice shaky, still flushed and breathing heavily.
"Nah, Aria can wait," I said, slipping the phone back into my pocket without answering and immediately returning my attention to her breasts. I squeezed them again, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers, making her moan softly.
"Turn around, Tracy," I ordered, turning her around and making her bend forward against the wall of the fitting room.
I opened her skirt completely, sliding it down her thick thighs and removing her panties, leaving the old woman standing completely naked in front of my hard cock, which was ready to devour her.
"Ahh..." Tracy looked back over her shoulder, realizing her job was going to be far more demanding today than she had expected.
The way her old, mature, thick body looked made me completely lose control. I pressed myself forward against her back, my hard cock resting heavily between her ass cheeks, the thick shaft nestled in the warm, soft cleft as I ground slowly against her.
"Your body is so thick, Tracy," I said, my voice low and rough as my hands roamed over her curves, sliding up her soft belly, cupping her heavy breasts, then moving down to squeeze her wide hips and thick ass.
"Sir... I feel shame," she whispered, her voice trembling as I pressed into her, my cock sliding between her ass cheeks while my hands continued to explore her body.
I reached from behind and took one of her saggy tits in my hand, squeezing it firmly, feeling its full weight and softness overflow my palm.
"Why do you feel shame, Tracy?" I asked, my breath hot against her ear as I kept pressing my hard cock against her warm body, grinding slowly and making myself even harder.
"My son is around your age, sir," she said, her voice carrying a mix of shame and undeniable arousal. Her nipple throbbed under my fingers, hardening instantly as I pinched it.
"Really?" I asked, my tone turning darker and more teasing. "Does he know his mother has such a sinful body?"
"What are you saying, sir?" she replied, sounding like a proud mother trying to maintain some dignity, but the way her nipple throbbed and her breathing quickened under my touch made her sound more wild than ashamed. "I would never let myself be seen like this in front of my son."
I squeezed her breast harder, rolling the stiff nipple between my fingers while my cock continued to grind between her ass cheeks, the head nudging against her wet pussy from behind.
"But here you are," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. "Bent over in a fitting room, letting a man your son's age play with your body... and your pussy is dripping for me."
Tracy let out a soft, needy whimper, her hips pushing back against me instinctively even as she tried to protest.
I kept teasing her, my hand moving from her breast down to her pussy, sliding two fingers along her slick folds as I whispered, "Then why are you so wet, Tracy? Why is your pussy leaking for your son's age-mate?"
"Ahh, sir... please don't say those things," she moaned, her voice shaky and full of conflicted shame, even as her body betrayed her with another involuntary shiver.
My cock was getting even harder, knowing it was about to claim someone's thick mother.
I bit her shoulder and made her gasp sharply. Her whole body trembled under my touch, a mix of pain and pleasure making her knees weaken for a second.
Then I turned her around roughly, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head against the wall of the small fitting room. I pressed my body fully against hers, letting my hard cock smear warm precum across her soft belly as I held her captive.
"Tell me you want this young cock, Tracy," I said, looking straight into her eyes, my voice low and commanding. My face was inches from hers, our breaths mingling in the steamy, confined space.
"I... I shouldn't..." she whispered, but her voice cracked, the protest sounding weak even to her own ears.
Tracy's chest heaved, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly against me. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown with a mixture of shame, fear, and undeniable arousal.
She bit her lower lip, clearly struggling with the words, but her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll against me, her soaked pussy brushing against my thigh.
I tightened my grip on her wrists, pressing my hard cock more firmly against her belly, letting her feel its heat and thickness. "Say it, Tracy. Tell me you want your son's age-mate to fuck you. Tell me you want this young cock inside you."
Her breathing became ragged. The shame was still there, but the lust was winning. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache between them, and a fresh trickle of her juices ran down her leg.
I leaned in and kissed her like an animal, devouring her mouth with raw hunger. Tracy kissed back, desperate and eager, her lips parting for my tongue as she moaned softly into the kiss.
"Mmm... ahh..." she kept moaning while kissing me, her hips moving on their own, grinding her soft belly against my cock that was hard as steel and ready to enter this warm mother's pussy.
She was feeling deep shame at being completely naked in front of a young guy who was the same age as her own son, but her body was betraying her completely.
"See this, Tracy? Look how hard your body made me," I said, keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one strong arm. With my free hand, I took my cock and tapped it heavily against her belly, showing her the hardness and the thick girth.
Tracy's legs spread wider without her even realizing it, her body instinctively opening for me.
I pushed my cock between her juicy thighs and started grinding slowly, letting the swollen head slide back and forth along her wet pussy lips, coating myself in her slick arousal.
"Ahhh, sir... please don't touch it there," Tracy moaned, her voice shaky and full of conflicted shame, even as her hips rolled forward, chasing the friction.
"Why, Tracy?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as I continued grinding my cockhead against her swollen, dripping pussy lips. "Ahh... it feels so good. Your pussy lips are so slick with your arousal."
"I love my husband, sir... I have never seen another man like this," she said, her voice trembling with shame and arousal as she stood there completely naked in front of me.
I was thoroughly enjoying breaking in this saggy, mature MILF. The way her thick thighs trembled around my cock, the way her heavy breasts heaved with every breath, the way her married pussy leaked fresh juices every time my cockhead nudged her entrance, it was all driving me wild.
Tracy was a loyal wife and a devoted mother, yet here she was, naked in a fitting room, letting a man her son's age grind his cock against her most intimate place.
Her face was flushed with deep shame, but her body kept responding, her hips subtly rocking, her pussy lips parting around the head of my cock, her nipples rock-hard and begging to be touched again. She was losing the battle between her morals and her long-neglected desires.
I kept grinding slowly, letting the thick head of my cock slide up and down her slit, teasing her clit and entrance without pushing inside yet. Every pass made her moan louder, her legs spreading a little wider as her body begged for more even while her mind tried to resist.
"Sir... this is wrong... I'm married... I have a son..." she whimpered, but her voice lacked conviction, and her pussy kept leaking more arousal onto my cock with every slow grind.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Then why is your pussy so wet for me, Tracy? Why are you spreading your legs for a man your son's age?"
Tracy let out another soft, broken moan, her head falling back against the wall as the shame and pleasure warred inside her. Her thick, saggy body trembled in my grasp, completely at my mercy in the small fitting room.
I leaned down to her breasts and took one of her saggy, heavy tits into my mouth, sucking it gently at first, my lips closing around the soft flesh, drawing the warm, full weight between my teeth.
Then I bit down on her nipple, not too hard but firm enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure-pain through her body.
She was breaking slowly, her resistance crumbling under the intensity of being worshipped like this.
Her saggy, mature curves, the heavy breasts, soft belly, and thick thighs, were being adored by a man her son's age, and despite the deep shame burning in her chest, her body was responding with undeniable hunger.
Her pussy left no room for doubt, it was dripping profusely, the slick juices running down her inner thighs in shiny trails, her swollen lips parting slightly as her arousal betrayed her completely.
"I... I want it, sir," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible, eyes dropping in embarrassment even as her body arched toward me. "I want your young cock... but please be gentle with me."
The admission hung in the air between us, making my cock twitch hard against her dripping pussy lips.
Tracy's face burned with shame, but her nipples were rock-hard against my chest, and her pussy was leaking even more fresh arousal, coating the head of my cock as it rested against her entrance.
"Take it in, Tracy," I said, pulling my mouth back from her nipples and releasing one of her hands from my grasp so she could guide my cock into her faithful pussy.
She grabbed my cock gently, her fingers wrapping around the thick, throbbing shaft with a mix of nervousness and desire.
She lined it up with her pussy entrance, her swollen, dripping lips parting slightly around the head as she prepared to take me in.
"Ahhh... it's so big, sir," she moaned, her voice trembling as she pushed the head inside her just a little. The stretch was immediate and intense, her mature, married pussy had to open wide to accommodate my girth.
"Fuck, Tracy... you are so wet," I groaned, feeling how soaked she was. "I don't think I'll last long."
She continued pushing my cock inside her, inch by inch, her walls stretching and fluttering around my thickness.
With one hand I held her arm up against the wall, keeping her pinned, while my other hand gripped her wide hip, guiding my cock deeper into her tight, warm heat.
Tracy's breathing was ragged, her eyes half-closed as she took me in. Her pussy was incredibly wet and hot, the slick juices coating my shaft as I sank deeper, filling her completely.
The feeling of her mature, experienced walls gripping me, a pussy that had only known her husband for years, was overwhelming.
She let out a long, broken moan as I bottomed out inside her, my cock buried to the hilt in her married pussy. Her legs trembled, her heavy breasts heaved with every breath, and her face showed a perfect mix of shame and pure pleasure.
I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to the fullness, my cock throbbing inside her as her walls clenched and fluttered around me.
"It's so deep, sir," Tracy moaned, her voice filled with amazement and a hint of disbelief at the length of my cock. She could feel every inch of me buried inside her, stretching her mature pussy in ways she had never experienced before.
"Yeah, Tracy... but you took it so good," I said, releasing her pinned arm and placing both of my hands firmly on her wide hips. I started thrusting slowly, savoring the feeling of every inch of her warm, silky walls as I moved in and out of her.
Her pussy was incredibly wet and welcoming, gripping me tightly with each slow stroke, her juices coating my shaft and making the movement smooth and slick.
I kept playing with her saggy, mature curves as I bottomed out inside her, my hands roaming over her soft belly, squeezing her heavy breasts, and gripping her thick hips to pull her back onto my cock.
Tracy put her hands on my shoulders for support, her fingers digging in as I worshipped her experienced pussy with deep, deliberate thrusts.
I leaned in and bit her shoulder gently but firmly as I continued thrusting slowly inside her, my teeth grazing her skin while my cock explored every ridge and fold of her warmth.
Tracy let out a soft, broken moan, her head tilting to the side to give me better access as her body trembled under the combined sensations.
"Ahh... you are so warm, Tracy," I moaned as my cock felt like it was in heaven inside her mature pussy. The heat, the wetness, and the way her experienced walls hugged every inch of me made it feel like pure bliss.
"Oh god... it's stretching me so good," Tracy moaned, her voice breaking as I filled and stretched her in ways she clearly hadn't felt in years.
Her mature pussy clenched and fluttered around my thick cock, adjusting to the size as I pushed deeper.
"You son is so lucky, Tracy," I said, grabbing one of her massive tits and shaking it firmly, feeling the soft, saggy weight jiggle in my hand while her nipple stiffened under my thumb. "He gets to see this body every day."
"Ahh, sir... please don't say that," she moaned, her face flushing even deeper with shame at the mention of her son. The taboo thought only seemed to make her more aroused, her pussy leaking fresh juices around my cock with every thrust.
Her saggy, mature body was jiggling like crazy with every time I bottomed out inside her. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed, her soft belly rippled, and her thick thighs trembled as I fucked her against the wall.
I reached behind her and grabbed her juicy ass cheek, squeezing the soft, full flesh hard in my palm, my fingers digging in as I pulled her onto my cock.
"I'm gonna fuck that sweet ass, Tracy," I growled, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts, slamming into her deeper and harder.
"Ahhhh, sir... you are so rough," Tracy cried out, her voice a mix of shock and overwhelming pleasure as her body jolted with every powerful stroke.
"Does your husband fuck you good, Tracy?" I asked her, my voice low and rough as I started thrusting harder inside her mature pussy, sliding in and out with slow, deep strokes.
"Umm No... he doesn't get hard anymore," she admitted, her voice breaking into a moan as I filled her completely.
"Then how do you orgasm, Tracy?" I asked, gripping her wide hips tighter and pulling her back onto my cock with each thrust.
"I don't, sir... I just devote my life to my work," she gasped, clearly enjoying every inch of my cock stretching her neglected pussy.
Her walls fluttered and clenched around me, hot and silky, as if her body was starved for this kind of attention.
She was a married woman who hadn't been fucked like this in a long time, and the way her pussy responded, gripping me tightly, leaking fresh juices down my shaft with every stroke, told me she was loving every second of it, even if she knew it was wrong.
Tracy bit her lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly, but soft, needy whimpers still escaped her with every deep stroke.
Her mature body jiggled beautifully, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her, her thick curves rippling as I slammed into her.
"Fuck... you are so hot, Tracy," I groaned as I kept thrusting into her, my hips slapping against her with every deep stroke.
"Sir... are you gonna cum inside?" she asked, her voice shaky and needy, her pussy clenching even tighter around me as if the thought alone pushed her closer to the edge.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up," I growled, my voice low and rough as I kept thrusting into her from behind.
Tracy's head fell forward, her forehead resting against my forehead as she took everything I gave her. Her legs trembled from the intensity.
Tracy's pussy was so wet and eager, clenching around me like it never wanted to let go, and I could feel her getting closer with every thrust.
Man, I had just come here to shop with Aria, but after seeing Tracy's thick, mature body and hearing the way she moaned in the fitting room, I couldn't hold myself back. The risk, the taboo, and the sheer desperation in her voice made it all completely worth it.
"Ahh... I'm close, sir..." Tracy moaned, her body trembling as her orgasm built rapidly.
I kept pounding her, feeling my own release approaching fast. The way her mature, experienced pussy milked me, combined with the risk of Aria being outside, made it impossible to hold back much longer.
Then she came hard.
"Ahhh!" Tracy moaned loudly as her dam finally broke. Her pussy convulsed violently around my cock, spasming in powerful, rhythmic waves as a massive flood of her warm juices gushed out.
My dick felt like it was drenched in a sea, her slick, hot nectar squirting around my shaft and leaking down her thighs in messy streams, some of it even splashing onto the floor of the fitting room.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, pulling me closer so I could fuck her rough through her orgasm.
The way her pussy clenched and fluttered around me made it clear she had been neglected of this kind of raw, intense pleasure for a very long time.
Her whole mature body shook uncontrollably, her heavy breasts bouncing against my chest, her thick thighs trembling as she rode the waves of her climax.
"Fuck, Tracy... you are cumming so hard," I groaned, my voice strained as I kept thrusting through her orgasm.
The wet, squelching sounds of my cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the small fitting room, her juices squirting out with every deep stroke and making a mess on the floor beneath us.
"It felt so good..." Tracy gasped, her voice broken and grateful as the peak of her orgasm began to subside. She pulled me into a deep, desperate kiss, her tongue sliding against mine as if she was thanking me for the intense release I had just given her.
"Now let me fuck your sweet ass from behind, Tracy," I said, my voice dark with lust as I pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy with a wet pop. A thick string of her juices and my precum connected us for a moment before breaking.
"Ahh... here, sir," Tracy moaned obediently, turning around like my personal slut. She rested her hands on the wall, pushing her thick, juicy ass out toward me, presenting it fully for me to devour.
"Damn, Tracy... your ass is so thick," I said, grabbing both of her ass cheeks with my hands and squeezing them hard.
The soft, heavy flesh overflowed my palms, jiggling beautifully as I kneaded and spread them apart, exposing her tight, puckered asshole and her still-dripping pussy.
Tracy whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt my hands roughly handling her ass. She pushed back against me, silently begging for more, her mature, neglected body completely surrendered to whatever I wanted to do to her.
I slapped her ass cheek hard, unable to hold myself back from spanking those saggy, thick ass cheeks. The sharp sound echoed in the small fitting room as my palm connected with her soft, heavy flesh, making it jiggle beautifully.
"Ahhh, sir... your girlfriend might hear us," Tracy said, her voice shaky but laced with a strange satisfaction.
She was clearly turned on by the idea of being handled roughly by her boss's daughter's boyfriend, a young man who was claiming her body right here in the boutique.
"Fuck..." I groaned as I watched how her ass jiggled from the impact, the red handprint blooming across her pale skin.
My mouth watered at the sight. I pressed myself against her from behind, letting my hard cock slide between her thick ass cheeks, enjoying how the soft, plush flesh enveloped my shaft.
The heat and softness of her ass made my cock throb even harder, precum leaking from the tip and smearing against her skin.
Then I slid two fingers from behind and pressed them against her tight asshole, slowly working them in to test how tight she really was.
"Ahhh, sir... it's so tight," Tracy moaned, her body tensing as my fingers stretched her virgin ring. The sensation was intense for her, a burning fullness that quickly mixed with unexpected pleasure.
"Damn, Tracy... it feels like nobody has ever entered here," I said, my voice dark with lust as I continued to stretch her with my fingers, scissoring them gently to open her up for my cock.
"You are not gonna fit," she said, her voice filled with genuine fear as she felt my thick fingers and imagined how much bigger my cock was.
I kept working her asshole, adding a third finger slowly, feeling her tight ring gradually loosen around me while my cock continued to grind between her ass cheeks. Tracy's breathing was ragged, her body trembling as she experienced something completely new and forbidden.
Then I lined my cock up with her asshole. Her tight ring twitched with nervous excitement, clenching and relaxing as it anticipated what was coming.
"Sir... you're gonna fuck me there?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and a hint of fear. She still couldn't fully believe that I was seriously going to fuck her ass, a married mother in her 50s who had never let anyone touch that hole before.
"With an ass like yours, it would be a waste not to enjoy it," I said, my voice low and dark with lust as I started pushing the thick head of my cock against her virgin asshole.
"Fuck..." Tracy cried out sharply as the wide head began to stretch her tight ring.
I quickly put two fingers in her mouth to silence her, knowing she wouldn't be able to contain her cries. My massive cock was about to ruin her hole, and the last thing we needed was someone hearing us in the fitting room.
Tracy instinctively started sucking on my fingers like they were my cock, her tongue swirling around them as she tried to muffle her sounds. Her eyes watered from the intense stretch, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she pushed her ass back slightly, her body betraying her with a mix of pain and forbidden pleasure.
Damn, the way her ass looked made me want to eat it like food.
I pulled my cock back and dropped to my knees behind her thick ass cheeks. I grabbed both of her juicy cheeks with my hands and spread them far apart, exposing her holes completely.
"Sir, please don't look there," Tracy moaned, her voice shaky with embarrassment as she felt my warm breath so close to her most private areas.
Her pussy was a complete mess after cumming, swollen, red, and still leaking a mixture of her juices and my cum in slow, creamy trails down her thighs. Her asshole was twitching visibly, the tight pink ring pulsing with nervous anticipation, still slightly shiny from the earlier teasing.
I pushed my face in without hesitation and started licking her asshole, eating the saggy mother right there in the small fitting room.
My tongue pressed flat against her tight ring, licking long, slow strokes from her dripping pussy all the way up to her twitching asshole, tasting the mix of her arousal and the faint, musky flavor of her ass.
"Ahhh... you are so dirty," Tracy moaned, her words saying one thing while her body clearly enjoyed every lick of my tongue. She tried to sound shocked, but her hips pushed back against my face, silently begging for more as her legs trembled.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
"Ahh, it's so tasty," I devoured her ass like an animal, keeping her juicy ass cheeks spread wide with both hands. My tongue licked and probed her tight, twitching asshole with hungry, sloppy strokes, tasting every inch of her most private hole.
Every now and then I would bite the thick, saggy flesh of her ass cheek, sinking my teeth in just enough to make her cry out with a sharp, broken moan of pleasure.
Tracy's body jolted with each bite, her thick thighs trembling as she pushed her ass back against my face, silently begging for more even as soft, desperate whimpers escaped her lips.
The wet, obscene sounds of my tongue devouring her asshole filled the tiny space.
"Tracy, I'm sure your son has masturbated looking at your body so many times," I said, my voice low and teasing as I admired how sinful and full her mature body was, heavy breasts, soft belly, wide hips, and that thick, juicy ass that jiggled with every small movement.
"No, sir... he's not like that," she moaned, her voice shaky with shame, even as her body betrayed her by pushing back against my face.
"Ahh, his loss," I replied, not stopping for a second as I kept eating her out like a starving man.
Tracy's legs trembled, her hands braced against the wall as soft, desperate moans escaped her. She was clearly ashamed of how much she was enjoying it, but her body kept responding, her pussy leaking fresh juices down her thighs, her asshole fluttering under my tongue.
After eating her ass for a while, I stood up, my face shiny with her juices.
Then I lined up my hard, throbbing cock with her saliva-slicked asshole. The head pressed against her tight ring, now well-lubricated and ready for me.
I kept pressing forward slowly but steadily, watching her tight asshole stretch obscenely around the head of my cock. The ring of muscle resisted at first, then gradually yielded, swallowing the thick head with a wet pop.
I put my fingers in her mouth again as I was going to make her cry again.
Tracy moaned loudly around my fingers, her body trembling as the burning fullness hit her.
"Relax, Tracy... breathe," I whispered, my free hand gripping her wide hip to hold her steady. "You're doing so good... taking someone your son's age in your ass like a good slut."
She whimpered around my fingers, sucking harder as I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her virgin ass grip me like a vice.
The heat and tightness were overwhelming, her ass was incredibly snug, hotter than her pussy, and the way it fluttered around my cock made me groan with pleasure.
Then I slowly pushed all the way in, keeping one hand firmly on her wide hip for leverage.
"Oh... fuck..." I groaned deeply as I buried myself completely inside her tight ass, feeling her ring stretch obscenely around my thick cock. I started thrusting slowly at first, savoring the incredible heat and grip of her virgin hole as it clenched and fluttered around me.
"Mmm..." Tracy moaned around my fingers, unable to speak clearly as I kept them inside her mouth to muffle her sounds.
"Will you be a good girl and not make noise?" I asked her, my voice low and commanding as I felt her nodding desperately around my fingers.
I pulled my fingers out of her mouth, now placing both hands on her hips, gripping the soft, wide flesh as I enjoyed the sight and feeling of her tight ass being stretched by my cock.
"It's so big, sir..." Tracy moaned, her cry a little sharper this time, her body trembling as she took every inch of me.
Suddenly, before I could make her stop or quiet down, someone came closer from outside. I heard footsteps, and then the curtain of the fitting room was pulled open.
I glanced toward the open curtain.
A woman was standing there wearing a red dress with thin straps, her massive cleavage on full display, her wide hips and thin waist giving her a perfect hourglass shape. She had long black hair and beautiful facial features.
She realized what was happening inside and quickly put her hand over her mouth in shock.
"Ma'am, please close the curtain," Tracy moaned, her voice shaky and desperate as I continued my deep, steady thrusts into her ass.
The woman peeking in had such a voluptuous figure that I couldn't help staring at her.
She was in her late 40s or early 50s, with an exaggerated hourglass shape, massive breasts that strained against the thin red dress, a narrow waist, and wide, fertile hips that made the dress cling to her like a second skin.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her beautiful facial features were frozen in shock, her full lips parted and her dark eyes wide.
I deliberately showed her how massive my cock was and how much the MILF getting ruined by it was lost in pleasure. I gripped Tracy's hips roughly and slammed myself violently into her ass, showing the woman exactly how a beast takes its prey.
Each powerful thrust made Tracy's thick ass cheeks ripple and jiggle, her body jolting forward as my cock disappeared completely inside her tight hole.
Tracy's face turned bright red with embarrassment, but she didn't pull away, her body was still trembling from the intense stretch, and her pussy was visibly dripping down her thighs, leaving shiny trails on her skin.
The woman in the red dress didn't scream or run. She just stood there, hand over her mouth, staring at my cock disappearing into Tracy's ass, her own cheeks flushing as the shock slowly mixed with something else, curiosity, perhaps even arousal.
Her breathing had become noticeably heavier, her massive chest rising and falling as she watched the raw, filthy scene unfold in the small fitting room.
"Ma'am, please..." Tracy begged the woman again, her voice breaking into a moan as I thrust deeper, my hips slapping against her ass with wet, obscene sounds.
Tracy's ass clenched around my cock as I kept pounding her, while the voluptuous stranger continued to watch, her own body clearly reacting to the taboo display.
The woman's eyes flicked from Tracy's face to my cock, then back to Tracy's dripping pussy.
Then she slowly composed herself and closed the curtain, giving Tracy and me the privacy we desperately needed in that small fitting room.
"Damn, that woman was hot," I said, still buried deep inside Tracy's ass, my mind already imagining railing that stranger woman while I fucked Tracy's tight hole.
"Sir, you don't know who that is?" Tracy asked me, moaning softly as I gave her another slow, deep thrust.
"Should I?" I asked, my hands gripping her wide hips tighter.
"That was Miss Aria's mother, Lady Emilia," she said, her voice shaky with both pleasure and nervousness.
"That was Aria's mother?" I repeated, not quite believing it at first.
But now that I thought about it, they did have similar facial features, the same elegant bone structure, the same full lips.
No wonder her mother was a bombshell even at that age. The red dress had hugged her hourglass figure perfectly, her massive cleavage and wide hips making her look every bit as tempting as her daughter, if not more so in that mature, experienced way.
"Ahh, yes sir... and I'm sure she'll fire me for this indecent behaviour in her own boutique," Tracy said, her voice breaking into another moan as I continued to thrust slowly into her ass.
The realization hit me hard.
I had just been caught balls-deep in a married employee's ass by the mother of the girl I was supposed to be shopping with, the same girl who wanted me as her official date at a royal banquet tonight.
The risk was insane, but instead of making me soften, it only made my cock throb harder inside Tracy's tight ring.
"Fuck, she doesn't know me yet. I have never met her before," I said, my voice rough with lust as I slowly pulled my cock out of Tracy's ass. The tight ring clung to me until the head popped free with a wet sound.
I wanted to finish in her pussy now.
I lined up my cock against her pussy entrance.
Her saggy, mature pussy lips were swollen and wet, glistening with arousal as they parted slightly around the thick head of my cock.
I pushed forward slowly, feeling her warm, experienced pussy stretch around my thickness. Tracy let out a long, low moan, her hands bracing against the wall as I sank deeper into her, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside her.
Man, Aria's mother was hot, and she had seen me in action. Tonight, when Aria would introduce me to her family, her mother would remember me, the young guy who was balls-deep in one of her employees in a fitting room.
She might even tell Aria that I was a playboy who loved fucking older married women in secret.
Just thinking about her mother made my cock swell harder inside Tracy's pussy. I kept fucking her roughly, grabbing her wide hips with both hands and slamming into her with deep, powerful strokes.
The wet, obscene sound of my cock pounding her soaked pussy filled the small fitting room.
Tracy's body jolted forward with every brutal thrust, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her as she took me. Her pussy was incredibly wet and greedy, clenching and fluttering around my cock as if it never wanted to let go.
Tracy's legs shook, her hands slipping on the wall as she struggled to stay upright. "Sir... ahhh... you're so deep..." she whimpered, her voice a mix of shame and ecstasy.
After a few more powerful thrusts, I came hard.
"Fuck..." I groaned deeply as I released my cum inside her mature pussy, my hands gripping her wide hips tightly to hold her in place.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot deep into her, flooding her warm, wet walls and painting her insides white. Spurt after powerful spurt filled her completely, the sheer volume making my load leak out around my cock even while I was still buried inside her.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed violently around my cock, milking every last drop as a fresh gush of her warm juices leaked out, mixing with my cum and dripping down her thighs in shiny trails.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, me buried deep inside her, still pulsing with the last weak spurts, and Tracy trembling, her mature body overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm she hadn't felt in years.
"You came so much in me," Tracy said, her voice soft and breathless as she felt how I had made her insides white with my cum.
She could feel the thick, warm load still leaking out of her, slowly dripping down her inner thighs.
"Yeah, I couldn't help it," I replied, pulling Tracy back into my arms. I wrapped them around her soft stomach and pressed her tightly against my chest, kissing her mature curves and shoulders.
I felt her saggy, full body mold against me as I kept grinding my cock, still pulsing inside her, enjoying the warmth and the messy aftermath of what we had just done.
"You are so hot, Tracy," I murmured, my lips brushing her skin as I kissed along her shoulder and the side of her neck, savoring the softness of her mature body.
"It felt so good, but..." she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of worry.
"But what?" I asked.
"But Lady Emilia will fire me," she added quietly.
Tracy was a devoted housewife and mother, and she needed this job to support her family.
"Don't worry, Tracy," I said, my voice calm and reassuring as I kissed her again. "I'll make sure Emilia doesn't fire you."
I pulled my cock out of Tracy's pussy with a wet sound. It was filthy and slick with our mixed cum, thick white strands coating my shaft and dripping from the head.
"Clean it, Tracy," I said.
Tracy obeyed like a good slut. She dropped to her knees in front of me and started cleaning my cock, licking every inch thoroughly.
Her warm tongue slid from the base all the way to the swollen head, tasting the mixture of her own pussy juices and my cum.
She didn't leave a single spot untouched, sucking gently on the head, swirling her tongue around the shaft, and licking the underside with devoted care.
The sight of this married, mature woman on her knees in a luxury boutique fitting room, cleaning my cock with her mouth after I had just fucked her, was incredibly filthy and arousing.
She took her time, making sure every trace of our mess was gone, her tongue working diligently until my cock was shiny and clean, glistening only with her saliva.
When she was done, she pulled back slightly, her lips swollen and shiny, and looked up at me, waiting for my next command.
"Get dressed, Tracy," I said as I took my clothes from the hook and started putting them on. "I'm gonna meet Aria now."
Tracy quickly gathered her clothes and dressed herself, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand to remove any trace of my cum.
I looked outside the curtain to make sure Aria wasn't standing just outside, then let Tracy leave first.
She slipped out quietly, smoothing her skirt and blouse as she returned to her duties in the boutique, trying to act normal.
Then I stepped out of the fitting room, checking my phone. Aria had called a few times. I called her back immediately.
"Hey, where are you at?" I asked.
"Alex, where are you?" she replied, sounding a little annoyed but mostly relieved. "I couldn't find you, so I started shopping for myself. I thought you were in the bathroom. You didn't pick up my calls."
"Yeah, I was in the bathroom," I said. "Meet me back here."
After some minutes, Aria came back to the men's floor, holding a shopping bag in one hand. She looked stunning as always, her long hair slightly tousled from moving around the store, her fitted blouse and trousers accentuating her elegant figure.
She spotted me and walked over with a bright smile, though there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"There you are," she said, linking her arm with mine casually. "I got a few things for myself while I waited. Did you find a suit you liked?"
"Yeah, how's this?" I said, holding up a sleek grey suit that I had picked out for myself while I waited.
"It's sexy. Let's get it packed," she said with an approving smile. We both walked toward the counter together.
"What did you choose?" I asked, glancing at the shopping bag in her hand.
"Well, it's a surprise for tonight," she replied, not showing me her dress, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Where's your mom?" I asked, remembering she had come here with her mother in the first place.
"She had finished her shopping, and I wanted you to meet her, but I couldn't find you, so she left," Aria said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Oh, no worries, I can always meet her tonight, right?" I asked.
"Of course. I'm going to introduce you to my whole family," she said, her tone warm but carrying a clear note of seriousness. She linked her arm with mine as we waited at the counter, her body pressing lightly against my side.
The attendant at the counter, a different woman this time, rang up our items with professional efficiency. She folded them neatly into luxury garment bags and handed it to Aria without taking any payment, as it was her family's boutique.
We stepped out of the boutique into the bright afternoon light. Aria still hadn't let go of my arm, walking close enough that our sides brushed with every step.
"So what are we doing until tonight?" I asked, checking the time on my phone. It was still early afternoon, and the banquet wasn't until later in the evening.
"We could go get lunch at a café, or anything you say," Aria replied with a soft smile, clearly happy to let me decide.
Just then, a sleek black Rolls Royce pulled up smoothly in front of the boutique. The driver, dressed in a crisp uniform, stepped out and opened the rear door with practiced elegance.
"Thanks," Aria said to the driver as she gestured for me to get in first.
I knew Aria was rich as hell, but still, all of this was new to me, and it kept surprising me.
I slid into the luxurious leather seat, the interior smelling of fine leather and subtle perfume. Aria followed, settling in beside me. The door closed with a solid, expensive thud, and the car glided away from the curb almost silently.
As I settled into the car, my phone buzzed with a message.
I checked it. It was from Sofia.
"Alex, please meet me. It's urgent."
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