"We had an arranged marriage, Alex..." she said quietly, eyes distant as she rembered, voice soft and heavy with years of unspoken weight. "Our families decided everything. Minh was really against it... but as I said, he cares about social pressure. He agreed eventually."
She sighed heavy—body relaxing deeper into my touch despite the confession, pussy leaking more thick under my palm, clenching subtle like the words freed sothing long buried, warmth spreading as she let go.
"But Minh seems like the guy who would know what his wife’s needs are," I said low, slipping two fingers a little under the bikini now—just enough to feel the slick wetness, rubbing slow along her swollen lips, spreading her juices gentle.
"Alex... ahh..." she enjoyed the sudden touch, voice breaking soft, hips shifting subtle to feel more, eyes fluttering.
"He is caring... but I feel like he doesn’t even love ," she said, putting her hand over the bikini where my fingers were inside on her lips—pressing light like she wanted to hide but guiding deeper instead, body betraying her words.
"I feel bad for you, Lan," I said caring, fingers touching her pussy entrance slow—circling teasing, feeling the heat pull . "I shouldn’t be asking this... but now that we’re such good friends, I should. Does he satisfy your body needs? I’m asking because you said you never got this wet—and that’s really unusual and unhealthy. Our bodies need stimulation... you would agree, right?"
"Ahhh..." she was losing to the pleasure, body arching faint, thighs parting wider instinctive.
"Alex... please don’t tell anyone..." she looked down, feeling sad like she was sharing her deepest burden, tears pricking subtle. "He never satisfied my body needs... and soon I put my needs behind just to keep our marriage happy..."
Her voice cracked—years of neglect pouring out, body trembling under my fingers, pussy clenching greedy around the tips as I rubbed slow, spreading her wetness, teasing her entrance without pushing in.
"He tried... I won’t say he didn’t, but..." she said, voice trailing off, going silent sudden, eyes dropping to the sand, sha and old hurt flooding back.
"What, Lan... please pour out your heart," I said soft, massaging her pussy entrance slow—fingers circling the slick heat, feeling her leak nonstop from years of not getting this wet, walls fluttering needy around my tips. "I’m here for you."
"He couldn’t get hard for ..." she cried a little, tears pricking real now, voice cracking. "And it was so heartbreaking... I felt like I wasn’t enough of a woman for him, like my body didn’t arouse him. That’s why I stopped thinking about all these things... because I wasn’t enough."
"Shh, Lan... you don’t have to think like that," I consoled low, fingers rubbing her pussy gentle—spreading her juices slow, teasing her clit light while my other hand caressed her hand soft, interlacing fingers. "You saw those guys, right? How they were looking at you... secretly trying to touch themselves watching your body. Do you think they didn’t get hard? And you can see , right?"
I gestured down to my dick—bulge massive in my shorts, straining obvious, head outlined thick. "Aren’t I hard?"
She looked—eyes wide a second on my crotch, then up to mine, blushing deeper but nodding slow, tears slowing as my words hit.
"Yes, Alex... I thought until today that I wasn’t enough... that I didn’t look good," she said softly, putting my hand in hers like she fully trusted now, fingers interlacing gentle, eyes warm and grateful. "But you helped overco that."
"Yeah, Lan... life is too short to think about all this stuff," I said low, squeezing her hand back. "Just enjoy and live it."
She smiled—small, real, eyes sparkling a little under the sun. "But Alex... why are you so hard for an old lady like ?" she teased, voice playful but curious, glancing down at my bulge obvious in the shorts.
"Lan... I don’t know about your husband, but you can make any young guy hard with just a look," I said smiling, nodding down. "You can see the result right here."
"But Alex... are you wearing sothing to make it look this big?" she asked innocent, putting a hand on her chin like she was genuinely curious, tilting her head. "Is this normal?"
Oh, sweet girl—this woman’s never had a real dick in her life, and her husband probably never even got hard enough. I wouldn’t bet he crossed 3 inches if I had to guess.
"Lan... you haven’t seen a dick properly, have you?" I asked gentle, voice low, thumb brushing her palm.
She got shyer—face flushing deeper, looking down quick then away, lack of experience clearly showing, cute and vulnerable. Wow... and to think her husband got this sexy-ass wife and he didn’t even feel her fully. It’s true, I guess—so n drown while so n die of thirst.
"Minh tried to do his best... but I wouldn’t say it was even close to what I’m seeing," she said quiet, voice small, eyes flicking back to my bulge then up to mine, blush spreading.
"And it’s natural, Lan... do you wanna take a look?" I asked low, reaching for the waistband of my shorts slow, fingers hooking the elastic, ready to pull it down.
"No, Alex... everyone is looking at us," she said scared, eyes darting around quick to the scattered people on the beach—so glancing subtle, others pretending not to, cheeks flushing deeper.
"You sure?" I teased, sliding two fingers under her bikini bottom instead—pushing slow into her wet heat, feeling her walls clench instant around them, juices coating thick.
"Ahh..." she moaned soft, thighs trembling, but she didn’t push away, hips shifting subtle to take more.
"First... let apply sunscreen on you," she said playful, voice breathy, trying to regain control, curious but not wanting to co off desperate. "Then we’ll see..."
"Okay... I’ll lay down here," I said, pulling her up gentle, guiding her to sit as she gestured her hands to —thick body jiggling soft as she moved, tits bouncing heavy in the tiny bikini top.
"Alex... should I cover my nipples?" she asked shy, putting her fingers on the exposed peaks like she wasn’t sure if she should tuck them back in or keep them out for the public, wanting my approval, eyes flicking to needy.
"Let see," I said, pinching both hard nipples with my fingers—twisting slow sharp, tugging gentle, watching them throb darker. "They’re still hard, Lan... you should let them breathe. Keep them out."
She bit her lip—nodding slow, trusting , leaving them bare and hard under the sun.
"Okay... now lay down, and remove your shirt," she said, putting sunscreen in her palms, voice a little bolder, eyes sparkling with excitent.
"Should I remove my shorts too?" I asked teasing, smiling as I lay back on the mat, hands behind my head, bulge straining obvious in the fabric.
She looked at my bulge—eyes widening, biting her lip harder, then up to my eyes, cheeks red but hungry.
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