Alain and Marianne were seated at the small tea table in their private suite, the large windows offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit Mediterranean. The butler had just finished serving their evening tea and wine, bowing silently before leaving and closing the door with a soft click.
Alain took his cup, inhaling the fragrant steam. "That boy really surprised me today, honey. He's finally growing up, isn't he?"
Marianne, wearing a sheer red lace nightdress that clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin, smiled while gazing out at the city lights sparkling in the distance. The delicate lace barely contained her heavy breasts, the deep neckline revealing deep cleavage, and the short hem rode high on her thick thighs.
"I wonder what happened for him to suddenly change like that," she murmured, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "What do you think, Alain?"
Alain shrugged, yawning as he moved toward the bed. "Who knows. At least our daughter will be safe now, right?"
Marianne poured herself another glass of wine, her thoughts lingering on Fin's sudden shift in demeanor. She didn't believe people changed without reason. Something felt off.
Her phone lit up with a notification.
Mike: Hey Mommy, sleep already?
Marianne laughed softly, typing back with a teasing smile.
Marianne: No. Why? Do you want to sleep with me?
Mike: Who can sleep when there's a bomb beside you? I'll eat you alive.
Marianne: Oh, big words, kid.
Mike: You don't believe me?
Marianne: My husband is here. What can you do, bully?
Mike didn't reply. Marianne clicked her tongue in mild disappointment and took another sip of wine.
Then came a low, deliberate knock at the door.
Marianne's brows rose in confusion. She glanced at Alain, who was already half-asleep on the bed. Quietly, she walked to the door and opened it just a crack.
Mike stood there, grinning confidently in the hallway light, wearing only a pair of loose black shorts.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered sharply, glancing back at her sleeping husband.
Mike didn't answer with words.
He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, closing it silently behind him. Marianne's eyes widened as he moved closer, his hand gently but firmly pressing against the door to keep it shut.
"Mike… Alain is right there," she hissed, voice low and reluctant, one hand instinctively pressing against his bare chest to hold him back. "This is insane. Get out before he wakes up."
Mike's grin didn't fade. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Then you'll just have to stay quiet, won't you, Mommy?"
His hand slid down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist through the thin red lace. Marianne shivered, her body betraying her even as her mind resisted.
"No… not here," she breathed, trying to push him away, but her shove was weak, almost half-hearted. "This is too dangerous…"
Mike ignored her protest. He pressed her back against the wall beside the door, his body pinning her there. His mouth found her neck, kissing and sucking lightly as his hands roamed lower, gripping her full ass through the lace.
Marianne's breath hitched. "Mike… stop…"
But her voice lacked conviction. Her hands, instead of pushing him away, clutched at his shoulders as his lips moved lower, kissing along her collarbone. The red lace nightdress slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft swell of her breast.
Mike's hand slipped under the hem of her nightdress, fingers brushing the bare skin of her inner thigh. Marianne's legs trembled.
"You're already wet," he murmured against her skin, voice thick with lust. "Your body doesn't want me to stop."
Marianne bit her lip hard, fighting the growing heat between her thighs. "My husband is sleeping right there… if he wakes up…"
Mike kissed her then — deep, hungry, and demanding. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting the wine she'd been drinking. Marianne resisted for only a second before she moaned softly into his mouth, her resistance crumbling as her tongue met his.
Her hands moved to his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss turned filthy and desperate. Mike's hand slid higher under her nightdress, fingers brushing her soaked pussy.
"Fuck… you're dripping," he growled.
Marianne's head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. "Shut up and make it quick…" she whispered, voice shaking with both shame and arousal.
Mike didn't waste time.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, yanking the red lace nightdress up to her waist. Marianne's thick thighs parted as he buried his face between them. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her dripping pussy — sluuuurp — savoring her taste.
Marianne's hand flew to her mouth, muffling a moan. "Ahh… fuck…"
Mike sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while two thick fingers pushed inside her — squish… squish… — curling against her inner walls.
Marianne's hips bucked against his face, her free hand gripping his hair tightly.
"Ummm… yes… right there… slurp… slurp… don't stop… ahhh…"
Her body arched, heavy breasts heaving as Mike devoured her. The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue and fingers filled the quiet room, mixing with her barely suppressed moans.
Marianne's reluctance had completely melted away. She was now grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure with shameless hunger.
Marianne pulled off Mike's cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her glossy lips to his throbbing, glistening shaft. She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes, breathing heavily, her heavy breasts rising and falling, nipples hard and flushed.
Mike didn't give her time to recover.
He grabbed her by the waist, spun her around roughly, and bent her forward against the wall. Marianne's hands pressed flat on the cool surface as he yanked her red lace nightdress up to her waist, fully exposing her thick, round ass and dripping pussy.
"Fuck… look at this perfect ass," Mike growled, his voice thick with lust.
He slapped her right cheek hard — SMACK! — the sharp sound echoing in the room. Marianne gasped, her body jolting forward.
"Ahh!"
Mike slapped the other cheek even harder — SMACK! — watching her ass ripple and turn a deep pink.
"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his thick cock dangling heavily between his legs, hard and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum as it swayed with his movements.
Marianne bit her lip, pushing her ass back toward him shamelessly. "Harder… don't hold back, you bastard…"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mike rained firm, stinging slaps across both cheeks, alternating sides, each impact making her ass jiggle and her pussy clench visibly. Red handprints bloomed across her smooth skin.
"Fuck… your ass looks so good marked up like this," Mike groaned, gripping her hips and rubbing his heavy cock between her ass cheeks, letting it slide teasingly against her soaked folds. "You're dripping all over me already… such a needy little slut for someone else's man."
Marianne moaned, pushing back against him. "Shut up and fuck me already… or are you all talk, kid?"
Mike chuckled darkly. He slapped her ass one more time — SMACK! — then gripped his thick cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down her dripping slit.
"You want it that bad?" he teased, pressing just the tip inside her before pulling back out. "Beg for it."
Marianne's voice turned husky and desperate. "Fuck me, Mike… shove that fat cock inside me and ruin me… I need it so fucking bad…"
Mike thrust forward hard — POP! — burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.
Marianne's mouth fell open in a silent cry, her eyes rolling back as her walls stretched around him. "Ahhhhh… fuck… so deep…"
Mike started pounding her against the wall — SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… — the wet sound of his hips slamming into her ass mixing with the filthy squish squish squish of her dripping pussy taking every inch.
"Take it… take every fucking inch," he growled, one hand fisting her silver-blonde hair, yanking her head back while the other slapped her ass again and again. "You're mine tonight… this pussy is mine…"
Marianne was completely lost in lust now, moaning shamelessly, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust.
"Yes… yes… harder… fuck me harder… ahh… ahh… ahhh… don't stop… make me your slut…"
Mike's hips snapped faster, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every deep stroke. The room filled with the obscene sounds of raw, animalistic sex — skin slapping skin, wet squelching, broken moans, and Mike's low, dirty growls.
They were both completely lost in it, sweat-slicked bodies moving together in perfect, filthy rhythm.
Just as Mike pulled her hair harder and slammed into her even deeper, the bedroom door creaked open fully behind them.