Chapter 167: The Thick Blonde MILF Loves Chocolate

Tiffany and I kept walking away from the group, scanning the beach for an ice cream shop or vendor. The sand was warm under our feet, and the crowd thinned as we moved farther down the shore, the noise of our friends fading behind us.

Once we were out of sight, Tiffany stepped closer, slipped her hand into mine, and laced our fingers together. She squeezed gently, her soft palm warm against mine as we walked side by side.

“I missed you, Alex,” she said, pouting a little. “Last night, when I couldn’t get a room with you on the train, I couldn’t sleep properly.”

“Yeah?” I teased, glancing down at her. “Why did you want to share a room with me?”

“You’re so mean, Alex,” Tiffany said, smiling wide as she bumped her hip playfully against mine. Her tiny white bikini strained against her massive cleavage with every step, her thick curves jiggling softly and drawing eyes from every direction.

Everyone kept looking at us like we were a couple. Some of the same people who’d seen me with Lan earlier now stared openly, confused expressions on their faces, as if wondering, How the hell does this guy have a different hot woman now? They had no idea I had a growing collection of them, each one thicker, sexier, and more eager than the last.

Tiffany noticed the stares and got turned on by the attention. How could she not? She was a walking lust goddess, the way her thick ass and heavy tits jiggled in that tiny bikini could make any man shoot thick ropes endlessly. Heads turned, guys slowed down, women whispered. She soaked it all up, her hips swaying a little more deliberately.

“Alex… everyone’s looking at me,” she said, sliding her arm through mine and pressing her soft boobs tightly against my arm. The warm, heavy flesh squished against me, her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric, her body heat radiating.

“How could they not, baby?” I said, my eyes dropping to her massive melons bouncing with every step, her cleavage deep and inviting. “You’re impossible to ignore.”

She smiled wider and kept walking arm in arm with me, enjoying the attention, and the slow bulge appearing in my shorts. She glanced down at it, biting her lip, then looked back up at me with that playful, knowing look.

“There’s the ice cream shop,” I said, pointing ahead. It was a little far off but impossible to miss. A big plastic ice cream cone spun slowly on top of the small shop, with colorful umbrellas and a line of people already waiting.

“Alex?” Tiffany said, her voice suddenly serious.

“Yeah?” I asked, turning to her. She looked genuinely concerned about something.

“I think Lan’s husband is not straight,” she said quietly, sounding curious and a little puzzled.

“You think?” I asked, playing dumb, as if I had no idea Minh was gay.

“Yeah, I really think so,” Tiffany continued. “I saw the way he looked at that woman, El. I think there’s something going on between them.”

Not just something. There was way too much going on between them, I thought, but I couldn’t tell Tiffany that. I didn’t want to ruin our mood by talking about other people’s drama.

“Let’s leave him be, Tiff,” I said casually, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah… I just feel sad for Lan,” Tiffany said, sighing. “She deserves so much better.”

Lol, she’s getting exactly what she deserves, I thought. The way I ruined her holes and made her uncomfortable to walk was enough for her for now. The rest I could give her later.

Tiffany shook her head like she was trying to let it go, then smiled up at me, squeezing my arm tighter.

We kept heading toward the ice cream stand, the crowd thinning out around us, the sun warm on our skin, waves rolling in steady behind us.

Soon, we reached the ice cream shop. It was a small beachside shop with a big spinning cone on top, easy to spot from a distance. An old man stood behind the counter, scooping from colorful tubs.

“Alex, which flavor do you want?” Tiffany asked, walking up to the counter.

“Umm… I would like one Tiffany flavor,” I said, teasing her.

“Alex,” she said, smiling wider, her cheeks turning a little pink.

“Triple chocolate would be fine,” I added.

“Wow, triple,” she said. “Same for me.”

She handed some money to the old man, who scooped two big cones of rich chocolate ice cream and handed them over with a nod.

“What about the others?” I asked.

“Let’s eat ours before going back,” she said, looking at me playfully, like she wanted some alone time with me. “We can take theirs later.”

She came closer, handed me my ice cream, slipped her hand into mine, laced her fingers tightly with mine, and led me away from the stand. We walked slowly along the quieter part of the beach, away from the crowd, her thick hips swaying beside me.

“Alex… my husband’s coming back on Monday,” Tiffany said quietly. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure how I’d react.

“Yeah… good for you, I guess,” I said, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. But Tiffany didn’t laugh. She just gave me a small, sad look, her lips pressing together.

“Hey… come here,” I said, turning her to face me. “It doesn’t matter if he comes back. You’re just mine,” I added possessively, my free hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her thick hip.

She looked up at me and blushed. The sun was hot, and her ice cream was starting to melt fast. A thick drip of chocolate slid down the cone, ran over her fingers, and spilled onto her cleavage. It smeared across the tops of her boobs, trailing slowly over her milky skin.

“Ohh…” she said softly, glancing down at the messy chocolate coating her fingers and cleavage.

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