I buried my face between Lila's spread thighs—no hesitation, no mercy.
The chlorine stung my nose, but beneath it was her—musky, sweet, salty from the pool. Her pussy was swollen, glistening with water droplets and thick arousal that clung to my lips like honey.
She's my altar. I worship with my tongue, my cock, my soul. Every scream is a prayer. Every squirt is holy water.
I licked her slowly—flat tongue dragging from entrance to clit, savoring the velvet heat, the slick texture. She gasped, hips bucking, water splashing against my chin. I sucked her clit into my mouth—hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, tongue flicking in rapid pulses. Her thighs trembled, muscles clenching under my palms.
I slid two fingers inside—deep, curling, stroking her Gspot with wet squelches. She moaned, loud, broken, the sound echoing off the glass walls. I added a third, stretching her, pumping in rhythm with my tongue. Her walls clenched, juices flooding my mouth—hot, tangy, addictive.
I ate her like I'd been starving for years—slurping, sucking, biting. Tonguefucked her hole, nose grinding her clit, inhaling her scent until my lungs burned. She screamed, back arching, breasts bouncing in the blinding sun, nipples hard as diamonds.
"Elias—fuck—please—"
I didn't stop. Sucked her clit until she came—hard, squirting into my mouth, body convulsing, water rippling from her shaking thighs. I drank every drop, growling, tongue lapping the aftershocks.
More. I need more. She's my feast. My addiction.
I stood waistdeep, lifted her hips to the scalding tile edge. Thrust into her—one brutal stroke, ballsdeep, water exploding around us. Pounded her relentless, deep, each slam sending shockwaves through the pool. Her pussy clenched like a vice, hot, slick, sucking me in. Her breasts bounced wildly, water droplets flying, nipples hard from the cold shock. I choked her lightly—pulse racing under my thumb, skin slick with sweat and chlorine. Bit her shoulder—salty, metallic taste of blood. She came second time, squirting into the pool, hot jets mixing with cool water.
I flipped her into the water, yanked her wet hair like reins. Fucked her from behind, deep, savage, water churning into white foam. Her ass slapped my hips—wet smacks, skin stinging from chlorine burn. Her breasts floated, nipples grazing the surface, goosebumps rising. She screamed, eyes rolling back, voice echoing off the glass walls. Her pussy spasmed, milking me with every thrust.
I carried her to the submerged stairs, folded her in half—ankles by ears. Pounded downward, deep, bruising her cervix, water sloshing over the steps. Her pussy lips stretched around my cock, pink, swollen, glistening. Her breasts jiggled, water cascading between them, I slapped them—wet smacks, red handprints blooming. Sucked her toes—salty, wrinkled from the pool. She came third time, squirting up my chest, hot against my cold skin.
I slammed her against the glass pool wall, lifted her. Fucked her standing, legs around me, deep, relentless, glass fogging from her breath. Her breasts bounced against the cold glass, nipples scraping, leaving wet streaks. Bit her neck—salty, chlorine, sweat, her pulse racing under my tongue. Choked her—throat vibrating with moans.
She came fourth time, limp, pussy fluttering around me.
I sat on the pool floor, pulled her onto my lap, facing away. Impaled her, slammed her down, water erupting around us. Her ass cheeks spread on my thighs, pussy lips gripping my cock. Her breasts bounced wildly, water flying, I slapped them—wet slaps, red welts. Deep thrusts—bruising, stretching, her cervix kissing my tip.
She came fifth time, squirting, hot jets hitting the pool floor, voice gone. I roared, filled her—cum mixing with pool water, overflowing, dripping down her thighs.
Jennie waded closer, water lapping at her bare breasts, red bikini top long gone.
Her eyes glazed with lust. She pressed her wet body against my side, hand sliding down my abs.
"Elias," she purred, voice husky, lips brushing my ear. "Fuck me too. Look at me—wet, ready, begging. I'll ride you hard, suck you dry, take every inch. I'll make you come harder than she ever could."
She ground her pussy against my thigh, moaning. "Please, daddy."
Lila tensed in my arms. I growled, shoved Jennie back—hard. "No. I am only hers."
Jennie stumbled, water splashing, eyes flashing with hurt and rage. "Selfish prick."
I ignored her, kissed Lila's bruised neck.
Mine. Only mine.
1:30 P.M.
We sat at the glass dining table, sunlight streaming. Lila in my lap, robe loose, thighs bruised. I fed her salmon, asparagus.
Jennie sat across—silent, plate untouched. No teasing, no flirting, no glances. Just cold stares at her food.
Finally. She gave up. No more irritation. No more games. Peace.
12:30 A.M.
I finished inside Lila—fifth round of the night. Cum dripped down her thighs, sheets soaked. She lay numb, marked, mine.
She whispered, voice hoarse: "Elias, can I talk to you about something?"
I brushed her hair, smiled. "Sure, Darling. What is it?"