"Yes... I would do that," she insisted, voice breathy and eager, sitting up a little on her elbows, eyes sparkling. "Because I don’t want you to get sunburn... and you’re so sweet helping out. I want that."
"But I’m not finished yet, Lan," I said low, squeezing her inner thighs good—fingers digging deep into the soft, thick at, brushing deliberate over her pussy lips through the thin bikini, feeling the swollen heat and wetness.
"Alex... what else is left... ahh..." she moaned wrecked, pushing her hips subtle so my fingers would "accidentally" brush her pussy again, body begging silent, thighs parting wider instinctive.
"I need to properly apply the cream... I don’t want you to get tanned," I said casual, squeezing her thighs harder, feeling the warmth, the jiggle—how I wished to eat those thighs, bury my face between them, suck the soft flesh like an animal, squeeze my head tight while slurping her pussy juices deep.
The opportunities were endless with this sinful thick body—every curve built for worship, for ruin.
I pulled her bikini string a little lower under the pretense—thin side ties loosening easy, wanting to make her feel more exposed, more vulnerable in the public.
I tugged it down slow—and the tiny triangle over her pussy shifted lower with it, fabric slipping just enough to reveal a little view of her pussy line, swollen lips peeking, dark and glistening.
Damn—her laying there exposed like this, thick body on full display in public, was making lose control, dick throbbing painful in my shorts, leaking precum thick.
Would I be in trouble if I fucked her right here in public, would police arrest for indecent behaviour? But at least I’d show everyone watching how my big dick bred this thick married MILF whose husband was gay and didn’t care about her needs, pounding her deep while they stared jealous.
Now with her pussy exposed a little—I could see a little bush over her mound, neat but not fully shaved, dark curls soft and natural, framing her swollen lips perfect.
I put lotion there—rubbing slow and careful, fingers gliding over the strands, making them smoother, brushing deliberate closer to her clit.
"Ahh... Alex... I’m not shaved there... I feel disgusting..." she said insecure, trying to cover her bush quick, hand putting on mine gentle like she wanted to stop, cheeks burning deeper red.
"No... it’s perfect, Lan," I said low, moving her hand away soft, fingers tracing the soft curls. "It’s natural. Don’t hide it."
So guys watched run sunscreen so close to her pussy—they were like, how is this guy being so bold in public? Staring hard, jealous as hell, shifting uncomfortable, they were pussies who didn’t have guts to do half the things I do in daily life—approach, touch, take what’s offered.
So guy’s wife passed close—watched doing all this to Lan’s thick body, hands full of her thighs and brushing higher, she bit her lip hard, looking straight into my eyes like she was turned on bad by , imagining it was her.
Her husband had to drag her away sharp—pulling her arm, glaring quick but keeping quiet.
I focused on just Lan for now—my fingers getting wet from the pussy juices spreading to every inch of her pussy line, brushing accidental-on-purpose over the swollen lips through the thin bikini, getting soaked thick and slick.
"Lan... see what you did to ," I said low, showing her my fingers dripping with her juices, shining clear and thick in the sun.
"I’m sorry, Alex... I don’t know what ca over ," she whispered red-faced, feeling exposed from all this indecency, eyes wide looking at my wet fingers. "I never got this wet ever... I’m sorry... I feel bad..."
"Your bikini will get soaked if it goes on like this... should I wipe it with a towel, Lan?" I asked calm, knowing I could just slide fingers in her pussy and make her squirt right here, but asking permission—and this faithful thick MILF giving it so easy—made everything hotter, the risk, the surrender.
"No Alex... you’ve already done so much..." she said shy, glancing around quick, then at my fingers again. "But Jesus... how wet am I really? Did you accidentally put so lotion there?"
So—she never got this wet before. This proved her husband was one hell of a stupid motherfucker—who never made his wife this aroused, never touched her right. What did he do—watch porn every night and sleep with a dildo in his ass? Useless, ignoring a national treasure like this.
I smiled dark—leaning closer, fingers brushing her inner thigh teasing higher, feeling the heat radiate, the slick skin from her juices.
"Don’t be sorry, Lan... it’s perfect," I said low, voice rough. "ans you’re feeling good... finally. You’re finally enjoying your own body and not thinking about the world."
She felt relieved and a little shy—eyes softening, blush fading faint as confidence grew, hand relaxing on the mat. "Thanks Alex... it’s all because of you. I got this confident..."
"Lan... why did you say you never got this wet before?" I asked gentle, making her open more, keeping my hand on her pussy over the bikini like consoling her on the wetness—palm pressing light, feeling the soaked fabric, her clit throbbing under it.
"Alex... I don’t want to complain about my husband," she said looking down, voice small but trusting. "But you’ve been so supportive of today... I’ll tell you. He seems... not into ."
"What do you an, Lan? He doesn’t love you?" I asked soft, rubbing my hand a little slow—circle gentle over her clit through the fabric, making her moan faint and open more to , thighs parting wider instinctive.
"I don’t know, Alex..." she whispered, grabbing my arm sudden—not able to control her body reacting to the touch on her pussy, nails digging light. "But maybe it has to do with how we were married?"
"What about it?" I asked consoling, squeezing her thigh now high, thumb brushing the edge of her bikini bottom, feeling her tremble.
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