Now it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I thought, looking at her ripe mature body from bottom to top.
I was thinking how I was going to fill her mature holes with my cum, how I was going to bend her over on the railing of her beach stilt house facing the sea and raw fuck her asshole until she scread my na into the ocean.
She kept looking, glancing at my dick, praying I would say yes to drink with her, her eyes flicking down to my bulge every few seconds, cheeks flushed, thighs pressing together like she was already wet just from the idea.
"If you insist so much, a drink or two won’t hurt," I said, smiling slow and dark.
"Perfect... let’s go then," she said, looking relieved, a small smile breaking through, standing up quick so her boobs jiggled, pieces of the torn cheque falling from her cleavage to the sand.
"Hey Alex, we should go back... it’s so late. Can’t you say no to her?" Brittany said, grabbing my arm tight, looking at with needy eyes like she wanted for herself alone now, body pressing close, tits brushing my side.
Gloria grabbed the other arm. "Yeah, Alex... let’s go. We haven’t even done any beach activity yet—we just took a sunbath waiting for you," she said, showing off her Colombian glowing skin, turning slightly so her ass and thighs flexed, bikini strings digging in deep.
And their efforts to stop weren’t in vain. The way their sweat-glistened thick bodies looked, my dick was telling to take them to so private place on the beach and fill them with so much cum, both of them would have to stop going to the school because they wouldn’t have ti for it while carrying my child.
But these two weren’t going anywhere. I wouldn’t find this GILF later if I didn’t go with her now.
"Hey, Brittany, Gloria... it’s not good manners to refuse soone who is asking so sincerely," I said, telling them what they needed to do now. "So why don’t you two go to our group? Tell them I found you, but I had to do sothing so I’ll be back later. Don’t tell them what happened here, or they’ll be mad at you both."
"Alex, but..." Brittany tried, voice soft, hand squeezing my arm tighter, eyes pleading.
"Just go... I’ll join you guys soon, ok?" I said, squeezing Brittany’s thick waist firmly, making sure she realized what she’d get later if she listened to and let have so ti, fingers digging into the soft flesh, promising more.
"Okay, Alex... if you say so, but please co after a drink," Brittany said, convinced now, and taking Gloria with her. Both glanced back at as they walked away slow, asses swaying, bodies still flushed from earlier.
"Yeah... I’ll be back soon," I said, waving at them as they glanced back.
"These girls really like you," Olivia called from behind , her voice low and amused as I watched them go, a small smile on her face, eyes flicking down to my still-hard bulge in my shorts.
"Yeah... they can be clingy sotis," I said, smiling back, turning to face her fully now.
"Well... let’s go then," she gestured to walk with her, standing tall and elegant, gray hair catching the breeze, thick mature body moving with confidence.
Soon we reached her place—a stilt beach house raised on tall wooden poles, half over the sand and half extending out over the calm sea, waves lapping gently underneath. It was really close to where we were, just a minute walk along the shore, the structure modern and luxurious: dark polished wood, large glass windows open to the ocean view, wide balcony with a railing perfect for bending soone over
Wow... it was a really nice place, I thought, admiring the house as we approached.
We reached the stairs to go up, her butler trailing just behind her, silent and professional.
"Hey, you can stay here. I’ll call you if I need anything," she said authoritatively, voice firm and used to being obeyed.
"Yes, ma’am," the butler replied, stopping imdiately, standing straight with hands folded behind his back.
She had many servants scattered around, ready to take her orders at a snap, but this house was her private sanctuary.
Then she gestured to follow her up the stairs to her place. I followed close, watching as she started climbing, each step making her thick ass sway, the tight gray one-piece bikini disappearing deeper between her wide cheeks, the fabric stretched thin, outlining every curve perfectly. She glanced back once, catching staring, a small satisfied smile on her lips, making sure I was turned on, hips swaying slower like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Then we reached the door and went inside the place after climbing the stairs, as she closed the door behind her with a soft click.
And it was really nice inside, wooden interior, warm dark tones, spacious open layout, high ceilings with exposed beams, large windows facing the sea letting in golden light, soft rugs underfoot, plush couches in a living area, a sleek kitchen visible through an archway, everything luxurious and expensive, like a high-end resort villa built for one person’s pleasure.
"I used to co to this house many tis a year when I was young like you," she said as I was looking around, "but now I only co when my grandchildren want to visit the beach."
"Why did you send your grandson to the hotel then?" I asked, noticing how she’d clearly called the butler to take him back to the hotel.
"I keep this place only for myself, to relax," she said smiling, "I book hotels for everyone else who cos with ." As she spoke, she reached into her cleavage, pulling out the last few pieces of the torn cheque that had stuck there, flicking them away casually, her heavy boobs jiggling with the motion, nipples hard and visible through the tight gray fabric.
"Yeah... that works," I said, appreciating her way of thinking, how she kept her relaxation above everyone else. And I was gonna relax her in so many ways today, eyes locked on her as she removed the last pieces from her jiggling tits, the bikini straining even more now.
"Here, let show you my family photos," she said, gesturing for to co over where she was standing in front of shelves lined with frad pictures.
I was so lost looking at her mature curves that I didn’t care about any picture—my eyes fixed on the way her tight gray one-piece bikini hugged her thick hips, the fabric stretched thin across her wide ass, disappearing between the cheeks, every shift of her weight making the flesh jiggle subtly.
She started telling , "She’s my granddaughter... this is her husband," pointing to one fra after another, voice calm and proud, like she was sharing sothing normal.
But I was looking at how hot her ass looked from so close—my bulge almost touching her ass cheek, the heat radiating between us. The way this older woman handled herself with such confidence, standing tall, mature body on full display, I was dying to break that confidence with my dick, make her scream in pleasure, shatter her composure until she begged like a needy slut.
Without thinking, as she was telling who the fuck was in what the fuck picture on the shelf, I moved closer—pressed my bulge on her ass cheek from the side, hard cock throbbing through my shorts, nestling into the soft give of her flesh.
She stopped speaking mid-sentence—froze for a second, then looked down at how my bulge was pressing harder into her, the thick outline grinding slow against her cheek, then looked back at with wide eyes, like it was sothing taboo.
"So family pictures don’t excite you, huh?" she asked , voice low and teasing, eyes flicking down to my bulge.
"No," I said dark, stepping closer, "but I know what does."
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