Chapter 140: Breaking the Rich GILF

She kept looking at me, watching how my bulge was grinding against her ass cheek in that tiny gray bikini. The fabric stretched thin and wedged deep between her thick cheeks, my hardness pressing firm into the soft flesh, throbbing with every subtle shift.

I put my left hand on her waist and pressed my bulge firmer to her right ass cheek. The thick shaft dug in harder, heat radiating through my shorts and her bikini, making her gasp softly.

“What are you doing?” she asked, acting like she didn’t know what her body was making me do. “It’s inappropriate,” she added, catching her breath quickly, voice shaky but needy, her body betraying her words as she leaned back subtly into the grind.

“Yeah, it’s all your fault then,” I said, grinding my bulge harder on her ass cheeks while squeezing her hip from the left. My fingers dug into the soft curve, pulling her closer so she felt every inch slide along her cheek.

“Ahh… but I’m so much older than you,” she moaned, the touch of a young guy making her lose control. Her voice broke as her thighs rubbed together, pussy leaking fresh under the tight bikini bottom.

I didn’t say anything but turned her around fully and pressed my dick hard on her ass, grabbing her by the wide child-bearing hips. My fingers sank deep into the wide, fertile flesh, pulling her back so my bulge nestled between her massive cheeks.

She melted into my touch and started leaning back into my body, grinding her ass slow on my bulge. The thick cheeks swallowed my hardness, rubbing up and down like she couldn’t help it, moaning low.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and started squeezing her soft stomach, fingers kneading the warm give, pulling her tighter against me while I bit her on the right side of her neck. My teeth sank firm, sucking a mark.

“Ahh… please stop,” she said, trying to stop me with her words, but she kept her hand on my arms that wrapped around her waist, pressing them closer, her body leaning heavier into me, encouraging more.

The way her soft body leaned into me drove me crazy—the warmth, the give, the way her mature curves molded perfectly against my hardness. I kept licking both sides of her neck, tongue flat and wet, tasting the salt on her skin, then her shoulders, biting hard so she screamed with pleasure. The sound echoed softly in the room, her body jolting but pushing back for more.

She was losing whatever act she was holding on to now, moaning nonstop, eyes fluttering. I put my hands up and lowered her bikini from her boobs, pulling the tight gray fabric down slowly, revealing her huge mature breasts that were ripe to be sucked endlessly. They were heavy and full, sagging slightly with age but perfect, erect nipples hard and dark, showing her true colors, throbbing with need.

I picked one boob from behind as my bulge ground her ass and shook it to show her, the flesh jiggling wildly in my hand. “Look how hard your nipples are, Olivia.”

“Aah… Alex… please stop,” she said, “you are the same age as my grandson,” while grinding harder into my bulge, ass cheeks clenching around it, her body betraying her completely, hips rolling needy.

I slapped her ass cheek and looked at it jiggling, despite her age, her skin was nice and smooth, still firm with that mature glow. I slapped again, harder, the flesh rippling long across the thick globe, turning redder with every impact, a bright handprint blooming fast.

“Ahh… not that hard please,” she moaned, voice breaking, body jolting forward but pushing back into the next slap like she couldn’t decide between pain and pleasure.

“Yeah… you don’t like it rough?” I whispered in her ear so seductively she almost came, lips brushing the shell, breath hot, words dripping slow and dark.

I could see how her body was grinding against my dick, losing to pleasure, her rich attitude and confidence breaking under my touch, hips rolling needy, ass cheeks clenching around my bulge as she rubbed herself on me without shame.

I turned her around roughly to see how her boobs looked from the front, hands firm on her hips, spinning her until she faced me.

There she was in front of me, face flushed with pleasure, cheeks getting red, gray hair messy and falling loose, and her boobs big and juicy, ready for my mouth, heavy and full, sagging slightly with age but perfect, nipples erect and dark, throbbing visibly.

I cupped one from under and looked at it carefully, studying how her skin looked, how her erect nipples were throbbing, the areola wide and textured, the peak hard and begging.

“Please don’t look at them like that,” she said, dying of shame as she stood naked from the top in front of a young guy, arms twitching like she wanted to cover up but couldn’t, body trembling.

I looked into her eyes and put her boob closer to my face, cupping it from below while still holding her gaze, and licked just a little—tongue flat, slow swipe across the underside, tasting the salt and skin.

She kept looking at me while I licked her boob slowly, tongue flat and deliberate, gliding up the underside in long, wet strokes, tasting the soft skin inch by inch.

I was showing her how a predator tastes his food before devouring it—eyes locked on hers the entire time, letting her see the hunger, the control, the way I savored every curve of her heavy, mature breast like it was something rare and precious.

Then I put her nipple in my mouth—lips sealing around the hard, dark peak, tongue swirling slow circles at first, teasing the tip, flicking it gently before sucking it deeper, drawing the whole areola in with a soft pull. I licked it slowly, coating it with saliva, making it glisten, then bit it hard—teeth sinking firm, tugging the sensitive flesh just enough to sting sweet.

“Ahh…” she moaned, body arching into my face, pushing her tit more into my mouth, hand flying to the back of my head to hold me there, fingers gripping my hair as she surrendered to the sensation.

I bit hard again—not letting her breathe, teeth clamping down longer this time, grinding the nipple between them, the pain blooming into sharp pleasure, her whole body jolting, thighs clenching, pussy leaking fresh down her legs.

She didn’t use her hands to stop me now—she was wrapping her arms around my back, pulling me tighter as I leaned in to worship her boobs, nails digging into my shoulders, body melting against mine, moans turning continuous and desperate.

“Please bite it harder,” she said, looking at me with desperate, lust-filled eyes.

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