"Do you think you can satisfy a man like that?" she mocked Lan, her voice smooth and knowing. She wasn’t wrong. Olivia knew exactly how a man was satisfied by a real woman. The way I’d lost myself when she was showing her family photos earlier, then fucked her like an animal, was all because of her thick, mature body, experienced and commanding. She carried that knowledge in every curve, every look.
"Hey, old lady, you think you can just taunt us like that just because you found us like this?" Tiffany yelled at Olivia, finally finding the courage to speak up. Her voice rang out, sharp and defiant, across the steaming pool.
She didn’t care anymore if Olivia reported us to managent; she refused to be looked down on by anyone. Tiffany was confident in her curves, her thick body, her ability to satisfy completely.
But the way Olivia had mocked Lan, calling her out like she wasn’t enough for , felt like an attack on all the won there, and Tiffany wasn’t going to let it slide.
Olivia just smiled, completely unbothered by Tiffany’s anger, and stepped into the pool. Her thick legs slipped into the steaming water first, the towel still clinging to her mature curves, hiding the rest of her body for now as she waded in slowly.
"Hey," I said, stepping forward and turning to face Olivia fully. "You don’t have to attack the experience of these ladies." My voice was firm, protective of my harem of MILFs. As I spoke, I let her see exactly how hard my dick was right now, standing straight up, thick, veiny, slick, and throbbing, the head swollen from Lan’s earlier tit job and the constant teasing.
Olivia’s eyes dropped imdiately to my cock. She stared long, hungry, and unashad, like she was starving for it. She knew exactly how it felt inside her. She’d begged to stay with her the whole night earlier, to fuck her senseless, but I’d had to split my ti with the other ladies too. Now she looked at it like she was rembering every thrust
"You clearly need soone experienced," Olivia said, her voice smooth and dripping with confidence as she stared directly at my throbbing cock. "Soone who knows how to take care of that properly. I don’t think these won are capable of handling a thing like yours." She spoke slowly and deliberately, acting like she didn’t know at all, not letting the other won know how closely we knew each other, her gaze lingering on every thick inch, the swollen head, the pulsing veins, as if she were already imagining it inside her.
"Oh yeah? You think you’re better than these won?" I said, my voice low and challenging, eyes locked on Olivia as I stepped forward in the steaming water.
"I don’t think," Olivia replied smoothly. "I know."
She moved her hands to the edge of her towel and began removing it slowly, deliberately teasing every inch of the reveal. First, the fabric slipped down to expose her mature boobs, heavy and full, sagging just enough to show their natural weight, dark nipples already stiff from the heat and anticipation.
She paused there, letting them hang free for a mont, her breasts swaying gently as she breathed. Then the towel dropped lower, revealing her soft navel and the gentle roundness of her belly, before finally falling away completely to show her wide, perfect-for-breeding hips and thick, powerful thighs that jiggled slightly with each step she took into the pool.
Damn, the way she looked, mature, confident, dripping with experience, made want her so bad that my cock throbbed visibly.
Olivia cupped her own heavy breasts in both hands and started squeezing them slowly, kneading the soft flesh like she was putting on a private show. She lifted them, let them drop, squeezed again, making them bulge and jiggle, nipples rolling between her fingers as she stared straight at .
Every other woman in the pool watched in stunned silence, so biting their lips, so shifting closer, thighs pressing together under the water. The sight of Olivia openly displaying her mature curves, showing exactly how a sexy, experienced woman looked, was making every one of them even more aroused, jealousy and desire mixing in their eyes.
"Young man," Olivia purred, voice thick and commanding as she locked eyes with , "why don’t you try squeezing these?" She pushed her chest forward slightly, offering her heavy breasts like a challenge, daring to compare her to the others lined up around us.
I moved closer, smiling slow and predatory, knowing Olivia was getting insanely turned on right now. The way the other won watched her, hungry and envious, so already touching themselves under the water, only fueled her arousal more. She thrived on the attention, on being the center, on proving she could still command any cock in the room.
I moved more closer to Olivia, closing the small gap between us in the steaming water until my rock-hard cock pressed firmly against her thick, mature thighs. The swollen head nudged into the soft, warm flesh just below her hip, sliding slowly along the plush curve as I ground against her, deliberate, teasing rolls of my hips that let her feel every thick inch, every pulsing vein.
Her skin was hot and slick from the steam, yielding under the pressure of my shaft, the friction sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight through .
It was fucking heaven. Her thighs were thick and powerful, soft enough to envelop , firm enough to push back, the perfect cushion for my cock as I rubbed myself against her.
Each grind dragged my length higher, the head brushing the crease where her thigh t her hip, precum saring across her skin in shiny trails. Olivia’s breath hitched, her wide hips shifting subtly to et my movents, pressing her body forward so my dick nestled deeper into the softness.
"I’m so rough," I said, voice low and warning as I stared Olivia down. "Ask these won, they know."
"Ahh... squeeze them hard," Olivia replied without missing a beat, her tone daring , eyes flashing with challenge and lust. She pushed her chest forward, heavy breasts swaying slightly, already begging for my grip.
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