Chapter 190: Slutty GILF Wants To Eat Me Out

Olivia and I stood in the women’s changing room. I was fully naked, slowly drying myself with a clean towel I had found on the shelves. The fabric was soft against my skin as I rubbed my chest, arms, and legs, water droplets still clinging to my body from the hot springs.

My cock was still rock hard despite shooting thick ropes earlier, bobbed slightly with every movement, slick and heavy, refusing to soften at the sight of Olivia.

She was already dressed in a tight white T-shirt with nothing underneath. The thin fabric stretched across her mature breasts, her nipples faintly visible as dark shadows beneath it. Her casual shorts rode up high on her thick thighs, hugging her wide hips and round ass so perfectly that every shift made the material dig deeper into her crack.

She looked so fucking sexy, her mature curves on full display, her skin still flushed and glowing from the steam and the night’s play. My dick throbbed painfully just looking at her sculpted, experienced body.

“Let’s go, Alex,” Olivia said, stepping closer.

All the women in my harem had already left the changing room and were probably heading back to the beach house in the buggies we had come in.

She reached out and started touching my abs, her warm fingers tracing the ridges of muscle and sliding lower until her palm brushed the base of my cock. She looked down at it, her eyes dark and hungry, getting turned on again. She was horny for my dick, already anticipating what we would do once we were alone in my room at the beach house.

“Yeah, Olivia… let me dry a little,” I said, still rubbing the towel over my hair and shoulders. My clothes were in the men’s changing room right next door, but I was not in a rush. I enjoyed the way she watched me, the way her hand lingered, the way her own body reacted, her nipples hardening under her T-shirt and her thighs pressing together subtly.

After drying off completely, I wrapped the towel around my waist and carefully sneaked into the men’s changing room. The corridor was empty, with no one around to see me slip through. I moved fast and threw on my shirt and shorts, the fabric clinging slightly to my still damp skin. My cock was still semi hard, tenting the shorts noticeably.

Olivia waited outside the men’s changing room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed under her heavy breasts, pushing them up even more. She looked me up and down as I stepped out, smiling slowly and filthy.

“Ready?” she asked in a low voice, stepping closer.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I said, giving Olivia a quick nod as we both started moving out of the hot springs area.

The night air hit us immediately, cool and salty after the thick, humid steam inside, making our damp skin prickle. We walked side by side along the stone path, lanterns flickering softly on either side, the distant sound of waves mixing with the quiet crunch of our footsteps.

We reached the point where the buggies waited. One was already idling there from our beach house, the driver leaning against the side and scrolling on his phone. He barely glanced up, just giving a small nod as if this was routine.

We both climbed into the back seat and sat close together, pressed tightly against each other. Olivia’s thick thigh molded against mine instantly, warm, soft, and heavy, the bare skin of her leg sliding against my thigh. The contact sent a fresh pulse straight to my cock, still half hard from everything earlier.

Olivia slid her hand onto my thigh, her fingers splaying wide over the bare skin not hidden by my shorts. She started caressing it slowly, with long, deliberate strokes up and down, her nails grazing lightly and her thumb brushing higher toward the growing bulge with every pass. She looked straight into my eyes the whole time, dark and hungry, her lips slightly parted as if she were already imagining what came next.

I placed my hand over hers, not stopping her, just letting her play. My fingers squeezed hers once, firm and possessive, then relaxed, giving her full permission to keep exploring. My cock twitched under her touch, thickening against the fabric as the buggy bounced along the path.

After a few minutes, we reached the beach house. The driver pulled up silently, engine humming to a stop.

We got off, Olivia’s hand lingering on my thigh until the last second before she let go. We started walking inside together, no words needed, just the soft sound of our footsteps on the path and the distant crash of waves.

The lobby was dim and empty, the lights turned low for the night. Olivia stayed close as we walked, her hip brushing mine with every step, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in my shorts where my hard cock strained against the fabric.

“Where’s your room?” she asked, her voice low and impatient, like she could not wait another second to get inside.

“It’s there,” I said, pointing toward a room on the first floor that could be accessed by the main stairs.

I glanced at the reception desk. Shyla was not there. It was late; she must have already gone to sleep.

Man, I wanted to suck her juicy pregnant boobs so bad, those full, heavy tits straining her sundress, nipples probably dark and leaking under the fabric. I just couldn’t find any chance yet, but I could track Shyla down later. Right now, I had this thick mature lady with me, and I knew how horny she could get.

Olivia wasn’t gonna let me look at other MILFs tonight, she was too possessive, too hungry, already glued to my side like she owned me.

We reached the stairs. “Ladies first,” I said, stepping aside so Olivia could climb ahead of me.

She walked up in front, and the view was amazing, her juicy ass swaying in those tight shorts, her cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the lower curve. I could already imagine burying my face between them and licking her slowly and deeply.

She glanced back over her shoulder, catching me staring, a knowing little smile on her lips as she saw how hard her ass was making me.

We reached my room quickly. I unlocked the door with my key, pushed it open, and we both stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind us, locking out the hallway and the rest of the world.

“We need a shower,” I said, noticing how sweaty and slick we both were, our skin still glistening from the hot springs, her tight T-shirt clinging to her curves and my shorts damp and tented.

“Yeah, we should,” Olivia agreed with a smile, her voice low and warm, clearly liking the idea.

“But first, let’s get something to eat,” I said. “I’m starving. What would you like?”

She stepped closer, pressing her thick body against mine, and slid her hand down to my bulge. Her palm rubbed slow circles over my shorts, feeling how hard I still was, her fingers squeezing gently.

“Hey, you’ll get to eat that later,” I said with a smile as I caught her wrist and pulled her hand away. “But let’s eat something first.”

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