Chapter 283: MILFs Gang Up On Me

“I feel like you’re losing already, Alex,” Tiffany said, her face so close to mine that her warm breath mingled with my own.

Her heavy breasts were right in my face now, soft, warm pillows of flesh, nipples stiff and dark, clearly visible through the thin black lace of her bra. The bra was struggling to contain her, the cups overflowing slightly, the lace stretched tight over her swollen peaks.

She was trying to tease me to death, pressing her bare stomach flat against my abs, skin on skin, while her thick, round ass rested heavily on my thighs, the tight yoga pants doing nothing to hide how perfectly her cheeks molded around my lap.

“I don’t lose from just a little teasing, ladies,” I said, trying to sound cocky even though my dick was rock-hard and throbbing under pants, ready to shoot cum in these MILFs. The head was already slick with precum, soaking a dark spot through the fabric where it pressed against her ass crack.

“We’ll see about that,” Tiffany whispered, her voice dripping with promise.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer while Lily kept my arms pinned firmly to the chair from behind. Lily’s grip was strong but gentle making sure I couldn’t move or touch, couldn’t grab those curves I so desperately wanted.

The way Tiffany’s soft, heavy ass rested on my dick was torture. Every small shift of her hips made her cheeks spread slightly around my bulge, the tight yoga pants sliding against the pants, friction hot and relentless.

I tried to move my hands, instinctively reaching to grab her waist, her ass, anything, but Lily tightened her hold.

“No touching, Alex,” Tiffany smiled wickedly as she brought her mouth dangerously close to mine. Her warm breath mingled with mine, hot, sweet, laced with the faint taste of vodka and her lip gloss.

She leaned in slowly, lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from mine, close enough that I could feel the soft brush of her lower lip teasing the edge of my own. My body tensed, instinctively leaning forward to close the gap, chasing the kiss I knew was coming.

But she pulled back at the last second, just as our lips were about to touch, leaving me hanging, mouth open, breath ragged. The denial hit like a spark, making my cock throb harder against the sweatpants, the head leaking fresh precum that soaked through the fabric and onto her yoga pants.

“No, that’s too easy,” she whispered, her voice dropping even lower as she moved her lips to my ear. The warmth of her breath sent a shiver straight down my spine, making my nipples harden instantly. “Let me punish you a little more.”

Her fingers found my nipple, soft at first, circling the sensitive peak with feather-light touches that made me hiss through my teeth. Then she pinched it, slowly increasing the pressure, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger until the sting turned into sharp, electric pleasure.

She tugged gently, then harder, twisting just enough to make my hips buck up involuntarily, cock grinding against her ass through the layers of fabric.

“Ahh,” I groaned as Tiffany kept torturing me. She was hard on my nipples, pinching them between her fingers, twisting slowly, then tugging outward until the sting turned into sharp, electric pleasure that shot straight to my cock.

After a few more rough twists, she leaned in closer and started biting them, teeth sinking in just enough to make me hiss, then soothing the bite with slow, wet licks of her tongue.

Fuck. These MILFs were really crazy after alcohol.

They didn’t care about anything anymore, shame, husbands, rules, nothing. They just wanted to team up and drain a young man of his cum. They wanted to feel my warm load deep inside their warm mature pussies. They wanted to make me lose control completely.

I’m gonna cum buckets at this rate, I thought as Tiffany kept pleasuring me roughly, biting one nipple harder now, then switching to the other, her tongue swirling around the swollen bud before sucking it deep into her mouth.

My cock pulsed violently against her ass, the head smearing precum across the tight yoga pants, the wet spot growing larger with every slow grind of her hips.

“Was I too rough, Alex?” Tiffany asked, pulling back just enough to look at me. Her lips were swollen from biting and sucking, eyes glassy with lust. She lifted one hand and slid two fingers into my mouth.

I sucked them slowly, tongue swirling around her fingers, tasting the faint salt of her skin. My eyes stayed locked on hers the whole time.

“You’ll all learn what real roughness feels like tonight,” I said around her fingers, my voice muffled but heavy with promise. Even as they teased me, I was already plotting my revenge, how I’d take each of them in turn, bend them over, and have them trembling beneath me. I’d make them scream my name, make them regret every smirk and taunt, push them until their bodies gave in and they were left breathless and dripping.

They had no idea how relentless I was going to be once I finally got my hands on them.

“Yeah?” Tiffany laughed softly, sliding her fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. “That’s a lot of big talk for someone who can’t even touch us.” She rolled her hips and ground her ass harder against my lap, once, then again, making my cock throb painfully against her.

Lily and Autumn joined in, their laughter low and wicked as they watched me squirm beneath her.

Tiffany was around my mother’s age, and her daughter Brittany was around mine. And here she was, sexually teasing a guy around her daughter’s age like this, topless except for her black lace bra, thick ass grinding on my lap, breasts bouncing in my face, completely shameless.

She was filthy horny. All of them were. The alcohol had stripped away every last inhibition, turning them into needy, desperate sluts who just wanted my cock, my cum, my attention.

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