I leaned over her, grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and started thrusting slow — deep, powerful strokes that made her gasp every single time. Her tits bounced with every movement, slick with water, her nipples hard as fuck.
I started kissing her in that position, taking in every moan, swallowing them with my mouth.
Then I went all in— held her legs back and pounded her deeper than before. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the bathroom like thunder. My balls slammed against her ass with every thrust, and her moans turned to screams as she got lost in it again.
Without pulling out, I lifted her.
Carried her to the bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed — ass right at the edge — and went back in, this time with her legs over my shoulders. She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me close like she couldn't get enough.
"You're mine now, Tiffany," I muttered, staring into her dazed, drooling face.
"Yours… all yours…" she whispered, totally gone.
I didn't slow down. I kept fucking her like she was mine—because she was. Her moans turned to cries, her body trembling as I drove into her one last time.
Then I pulled out, laid back on the bed, and told her, "Your turn. Do the heavy lifting now."
She climbed on top, carefully guided my dick back into her soaking pussy, and sat on me. Then she went wild.
Her boobs, her curves — fuck, she looked so goddamn good riding me. She started bouncing like crazy, taking every inch, grinding that delicious ass against my hips like she was trying to break me.
Then suddenly — a phone rang.
It was her phone. Right on the bedside table next to my head.
She leaned over me to check it, her chest pressing tight against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, holding her there like I never wanted to let go.
"Who is it?" I asked, still thrusting up into her.
She froze, eyes wide. "It's my husband," she whispered, alarmed but still stuffed full of my cock.
"Pick it up," I said. I had an idea.
She answered with a shaky voice, still moving on me. "H-Hello, honey…"
I gripped her ass tight, and started thrusting harder from below.
"Aahhh…" she tried to muffle it.
"Darling, are you okay?" her husband's voice crackled from the phone.
"I'm okay, honey," she said, breathy, struggling to hide her moans.
Her tits were right in my face — I bit her nipple.
"Ahhh—!" she whimpered, barely holding it in.
"Honey… did you reach the airport safely?" she asked him, trying to sound normal even as I fucked her deeper.
"Yes, I did. Got stuck in the elevator for a while, but I'm at the airport now. I'll call after my flight lands."
So it was the guy with the suitcase, I thought.
"Darling, are you sure you're okay?" he asked again.
"Yes, honey… I'm perfectly fine," she said, her voice soaked in lust.
Hearing her whisper sweet lies to her husband while riding my cock turned me on even more. Her muffled moans, that breathless excitement — I couldn't take it.
I stretched her wide, plunged into her as deep as I could, her voluptuous body pressed hard against mine.
Fuck, I wanted to cum inside her so bad…
She hung up the phone and started kissing me passionately — like talking to her husband while getting fucked by my dick had made her even hornier.
"You liked getting fucked by me while your husband was on the line?" I asked, still stretching her tight pussy.
"Ahh... Alex... it turned me on so much when you bit my nipple while I was on the phone," she moaned, her voice breathy, raw with lust.
Something had awakened inside her.
She started moving her hips in a perfect rhythm — god, my dick loved every thrust. It was like she became someone else. Wild. Needy. Addicted.
"Yeah?" I grinned. "What if I fucked you in front of your husband?"
I pressed her tits together as I said it, teasing her.
"Don't tease me, Alex... I'm a bad wife... I fuck other guys behind my husband's back..." she whispered through moans, like saying it out loud made her hornier.
Fuck. Just thinking about the fact that I was deep inside that guy's wife made my cock throb even more.
She started kissing and biting my neck like she needed me — like she didn't want to let go. I'd broken something inside her... and now she was all mine.
Then I came. Hard.
Her pussy milked every drop out of me like it belonged to her. We were kissing by now, her soft lips against mine, our bodies stuck together in heat and sweat.
I felt like I was lying in heaven — her soft, voluptuous body wrapped around me, her warm pussy still pulsing around my dick.
She rolled onto her side, pulling me with her, keeping me deep inside. My cock twitched as I released the last slow spurts of cum, each drop sinking deeper while we stayed locked together.
Then she leaned in close, brushing her lips against my ear.
"Alex," she whispered, "my husband's already left on his business trip, and the kids are staying with their grandpa for the whole month. Why don't you... stay with me? I'm all alone at night…"
I paused, thinking.
She smiled and added, "I'll let you use me however you want. Positions you wouldn't even dare ask for."
She was trying to seduce me. Again.
I kissed her slowly.
She giggled softly and wrapped her arms around me tighter.
We went to sleep, still so damn satisfied. My dick was still pulsing inside her, like it didn't want to leave her at all. We were still connected. I fell asleep cuddling her soft, voluptuous body like a baby on a cloud of tits and ass.
When I woke up a few hours later, I had no idea what time it was. She was still sleeping. Her face looked so peaceful, so cute—you wouldn't believe this was the same woman who just let me fuck every hole like a damn pornstar. Just thinking about it made my dick twitch. It had never even left her pussy. Still buried deep in that warm, wet heaven. Smothered in her juices and that soft tightness.
And damn… it got hard again.
My dick just doesn't quit.
She was still asleep, but I could feel her body reacting. Her hips shifted a little. Her nipples slowly started to harden, poking against my chest. Fuck… that turned me on bad.
Then she moaned in her sleep. Soft at first, then deeper. My cock throbbed harder inside her. It was begging for another round. Like it hadn't just kissed every inch of her pussy hours ago.
I gave in just a little. Slow, shallow thrusts. Not enough to wake her, just enough to feed the hunger. My dick was happy with that. Just soaking in the warmth and squeezing tightness again while she moaned softly, totally lost in her dreams.
But… I stopped. Barely. I remembered something.
Lily.
She'd told me I could do anything to her tight little ass. And it had been a few hours. She might be waiting for me right now.
Shit.
With a groan, I slowly pulled out. My cock didn't like that decision. It twitched like it wanted to dive back in and finish the job. But not now. Work left to do, and tight asses to conquer.
I grabbed the towel from her bathroom, wrapped up, and slipped back to my room. My clothes were still in her laundry basket. Whatever. Naked and proud.
I reached for my phone — the one I forgot in the room — and saw 5 missed calls from Michael.
Shit.
He said he might swing by later. Guess he wasn't kidding.
I called him back.
"Where the fuck are you, bro?!" he shouted the second he picked up. "I called like a million times!"
"Chill, dude," I yawned. "I was sleeping."
"Sleeping?! What are you, some old-ass grandpa? Afternoon nap and shit?"
"You wouldn't get it," I smirked. "I'll tell you everything later. You coming over?"
"No, bro. Meet me at college. Something serious happened. Just meet me there. ASAP."
He hung up.
I stared at the screen.
What the fuck happened?
Whatever it was… it couldn't be more important than what I was doing with this voluptuous MILF next door.
Haha. I laughed to myself.
I quickly got ready to meet Michael at college. The elevator was finally fixed and running again, so I took it down to the ground floor.
That's when I saw her.
Lily, walking out of the office room — wearing a tight red crop top and denim shorts that barely covered her hips. My brain stopped working for a second.
Damn… what the fuck, Lily?
She saw me and smiled shyly.
"Hey, Alex," she said, a little nervous. "You didn't come to my room."
"Hey, Lily. Sorry, I had… stuff to do," I said, thinking back to what I had just done. Yeah, that kind of stuff.
"You're looking gorgeous," I added. My dick definitely approved.
"Thanks," she said, brushing a strand of hair back. "Can we meet later? My mom just called, I gotta go see her."
"Yeah, sure," I nodded. "I'm heading to college anyway."
But she didn't walk away. She stood there, still looking at me, her lips parted slightly. There was a need in her eyes. Hunger. She bit her lip like she couldn't help it.
I stepped closer, playing it casual, making small talk. My hand found her tight ass—God, that ass in those shorts—and I gave it a squeeze. She gasped quietly, turning slightly red, but she didn't stop me.
"Lily," I whispered, "why don't we just go to your room and have a little chat?"
My cock was already hard just from looking at her. That ass was a weapon.
"Alex… ahh, you know I want to, but… this—"
She didn't even get to finish.
The office MILF from earlier—the one I'd bumped into that morning—walked in through the main entrance. Right when my hand was still on Lily's ass. I quickly let go and played it cool, but I swear, she definitely saw us.
She looked at us like she had just uncovered a dirty secret.
Lily noticed and waved, trying to break the awkward tension.
"Hey, Autumn! How are you?"
She knew this sexy MILF.
Autumn gave a faint smile, a little hesitant.
"Hi, Lily. Looking good."
"Thanks. Have you met Alex? He's the new tenant," she said, pointing at me.
"Hi, Autumn," I said quickly, trying not to sound like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. My bulge was still very real—and very visible.
She didn't say much. Just nodded with a knowing look… and stepped into the elevator.
I watched her go, heart pounding.
Lily grabbed my hand, and we headed out together.