The door was still open, but she stepped close enough that her breasts nearly brushed my chest.
"Alex..." she whispered, her voice low and needy. "You’re really going to let her sleep in your bed tonight?"
Her hand ca up to rest on my chest, fingers tracing lightly over my shirt as she looked up at with those dark, possessive eyes.
The jealousy was clear now, she didn’t like the idea of my thick, older cousin sharing my small apartnt, let alone my bed.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her nipples had hardened under the thin dress.
She was pressing herself against , silently reminding of everything we had done earlier, and everything she still wanted to do.
Outside in the dining room, I could hear the faint sound of conversation continuing, but right here, Tiffany had alone for a mont, and she wasn’t about to waste it.
"Tiff, you know I couldn’t just say no to her," I said, wrapping my arms around Tiffany’s waist and pulling her closer, feeling the soft, warm curves of her thick body mold against mine.
"Ahh, Alex..." she breathed, instantly aroused by the way I pressed her against . Her heavy breasts squished into my chest as she looked up at with needy eyes. "Please do sothing. I want to stay with you tonight."
I reached down with both hands, I couldn’t let this mont go, and started squeezing her ass cheeks over the thin maxi dress. The soft, heavy flesh filled my palms perfectly, and I kneaded it firmly, pulling her even tighter against my hardening cock.
"Wouldn’t your husband mind, Tiff?" I asked, teasing her as I continued to grope her ass.
"I don’t care, Alex," she whispered, pressing her face into my chest, her voice trembling with desire. "He tried to kiss earlier, but I refused him. I just couldn’t look at him the way I look at you."
Her words sent a fresh surge of heat through . I squeezed her ass harder, feeling the way her thick cheeks spilled between my fingers, and ground my hard cock against her belly through the dress.
Tiffany let out a soft, needy moan into my chest, her body lting against mine as the jealousy and possessiveness from earlier turned into pure, desperate want.
I pulled Tiffany into a deep kiss, the thrill of kissing her right here in her own room, while her husband sat eating dinner just outside, making my cock throb even harder against her body.
"Alex... can you stay away from ?" she whispered breathlessly as she pulled back from the kiss, her voice trembling with need rather than conviction.
She tugged the neckline of her white maxi dress lower, letting her heavy breasts spill free. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her full, soft tits bounced out, the pink nipples already rock-hard and begging for attention.
She took my hand and placed it directly on her breast. "Feel them, Alex," she said, her breathing heavier now, cheeks flushed with arousal.
I squeezed her breast firmly, the soft, warm flesh overflowing my palm. It felt incredible, heavy, full, and incredibly inviting.
"Kiss them, Alex," Tiffany moaned, pulling my head down into her chest so I could reach her nipple.
I kissed it softly at first, my lips brushing the stiff peak, then took it into my mouth and sucked gently. Tiffany let out a slow, needy moan, her body arching into as I worshipped her breast.
Suddenly, soone appeared in the doorway. The door had been left half-open.
"Mom" Brittany said, stepping in, but she froze instantly.
She saw everything, how I was holding her mother’s bare breast, my mouth on her nipple, and how closely our bodies were pressed together. Her eyes widened in shock, lips parting as she took in the scene.
"What is it, baby?" Tiffany asked, her voice thick with arousal, not even trying to hide what was happening or cover herself. She stayed pressed against , her nipple still wet from my mouth.
Brittany stood there speechless for a mont, her gaze flicking from her mother’s exposed breasts to my hand still squeezing one of them, then down to the obvious bulge in my shorts.
"Oh, I thought you might need so help carrying the blankets," Brittany said, stepping further into the room.
Her eyes were locked on the way I was still holding her mother’s bare breast, my fingers gently squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. The sight clearly aroused her, her cheeks flushed deeper, and she shifted her weight, pressing her thighs together.
"No, baby, thanks," Tiffany replied, her voice breathy and distracted. "But Alex can carry them."
I didn’t let go. My hand stayed on Tiffany’s breast, fondling it openly, rolling her hard nipple between my fingers while she leaned into my touch.
"Alex, can’t you ask your other cousin to stay with her sister in my room?" Brittany continued, her voice soft but insistent. "I’ll get my dad to give permission. I can stay with you..."
She was practically begging to spend the night with , even while her mother was right there, breasts exposed, moaning softly as I played with her.
"Julie won’t listen to , Brittany," I said, still squeezing Tiffany’s breast firmly, feeling its weight in my palm. "That’s what I was telling your mother."
At that point, Tiffany couldn’t control herself anymore. Her hand slid down my body and started rubbing my bulge through my shorts, her fingers pressing and stroking the hard outline of my cock.
Her breathing was heavy, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she felt how stiff I was for her.
She didn’t stop there. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled them lower. My cock bounced out heavily, thick and hard, springing free between us.
Tiffany dropped to her knees, not caring that the door was still half-open. She looked up at with hungry, desperate eyes, then leaned forward and took my hard cock into her warm, wet mouth.
She started sucking with deep, eager strokes, her lips sliding up and down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head as she moaned softly around my thickness.
"Mom, Dad might co in here," Brittany whispered urgently, her voice shaky as she watched her mother worship my cock.
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