I slapped it against her soaked tits—heavy, wet smacks that made them bounce and ripple under the thin top. She moaned, sensitive, arching into every hit.

"Aahh… Alex…"

"Open your mouth," I ordered, voice rough. "Tongue out. Like a good little slut."

She obeyed instantly—eyes locked on mine, lips parting wide, that pretty pink tongue sliding out, flat and waiting.

I laid my cock on it—heavy, hot—letting her taste the mix of rain and her own arousal. Then I started grinding slow, sliding along her tongue, pushing just inside her mouth before pulling back, giving her the full flavor of me.

She moaned around it, eyes fluttering, saliva building quick.

"Fuck me with those jugs," I growled.

She didn't hesitate. Hands cupping her own massive tits from below, she trapped my cock between them—still through the soaked crop top, the wet fabric adding slick friction.

She started moving—up and down, squeezing tight, grinding her tits along my length.

Fuck. It was perfect—warm, soft, heavy pressure all around me, the cotton dragging just right. Her boobs were so big they swallowed me completely, bouncing with every stroke.

I thrust into the valley, watching her face—eyes up at me, hungry, desperate to please.

This woman's husband was a fool. Saying she wasn't enough? His loss. She was more than enough—built to drain a man dry.

After a while of fucking those humongous tits, I pulled free. "Suck it now. Show me what that mouth can do."

She dove in—wet, sloppy, eager. Lips stretching wide around me, tongue swirling, throat opening as she took me deep. Gagging softly but pushing through, saliva dripping down her chin onto her tits, making everything messier, hotter.

She knew exactly how to make a man lose his mind—sucking hard, humming low, eyes watering but never breaking contact.

I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm, fucking her face slow and deep.

The storm raged on, but we were lost in it—filthy, perfect, unstoppable.

Her tongue technique was flawless—swirling, sucking, deep-throating like she was desperate to prove something. Maybe she'd practiced more since her husband left her, trying to be "enough." I didn't care why.

She was milking my balls dry, throat working me perfectly, saliva dripping everywhere. I was loving every second, hips rocking slow into her mouth, almost ready to explode down her throat.

But I had other plans.

I wanted to breed her. God, I needed to breed this neglected MILF—fill her deep, mark her in a way no one else ever had.

I was lost in ecstasy.

I pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us, her lips swollen and red. She looked up, dazed, hungry.

"Back on your hands and knees," I ordered, voice rough.

She obeyed fast—turning, dropping down, arching her back deep, ass lifted high. The crop top had ridden up higher from all the movement, bunched under her arms, tits hanging free and heavy beneath her. Her panties were still on, stretched tight, the soaked cotton wedged deep between her cheeks.

I knelt behind her again, hands spreading those thick thighs just enough. Her pussy was visible through the transparent fabric—pink, swollen, leaking.

I gripped my cock—harder than ever, throbbing like it had a mind of its own—and pressed the head against her through the panties, trying to push in.

The cotton resisted, stretching but not giving, the head nudging just inside the outer lips before stopping.

"Aaahhh—Alex… yes…" she moaned, pushing back, the friction making her shake harder. It was turning her on even more—teasing, denying, the panty barrier driving us both crazy.

Fuck it.

I growled, "Enough," and hooked my fingers in the waistband, yanking the panties down to her knees in one rough pull. Her thighs pressed together from the fabric binding them, making her ass look even thicker, juicier.

Her pink pussy came fully into view—flushed, dripping, lips parted and glistening, clit swollen. And above it, her asshole twitching, still slick from earlier.

She was completely exposed—crop top bunched high on her chest, panties trapped around her knees, body arched and offered.

I laid my cock along her bare pussy now—hot skin on slick skin. She shivered hard, a full-body tremor, moaning deep as I rubbed slow—head dragging through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, nudging her clit, teasing her entrance.

She leaked more, juices dripping down her thighs, mixing with the rain.

"God, Autumn… you're so ready," I rasped, grinding harder, the length sliding back and forth along her slit.

She pushed back desperately, whimpering—"Please… Alex… inside…"

I wasn't rushing yet.

I wanted her begging louder than the storm first.

Fuck, my dick was ready to devour her pussy—sliding up and down her slick folds, the head teasing her entrance, occasionally nudging higher to brush her twitching asshole.

She was insanely tight everywhere; I swear her husband had never touched that fat, perfect ass, never claimed what was right there. What a waste.

But I was going to.

I lined up, pressing the thick head against her entrance—hot, dripping, clenching already. I pushed slow, little by little, feeling her walls stretch around me, gripping like they'd never been opened this wide.

"Aaahhh—god, Alex… it's so big… I'm gonna die…" she sobbed, body shuddering, ass pushing back instinctively even as she tensed.

"This isn't even half yet, baby," I growled, gripping her hips harder and slamming more in—one firm thrust that buried another few inches deep.

She screamed—"Aaaaaahhhh—fuck!"—back arching sharper, thighs quivering, pussy fluttering wildly around me as I widened her further.

It reached so far, deeper than anything she'd felt, her neglected walls hugging every vein, every ridge like they were starving for it.

I started moving—slow at first, long drags out and deep pushes in, savoring the way she clenched and released, her juices coating me more with every stroke. Hands full of her ass again, squeezing those plump cheeks, spreading them to watch myself disappear into her.

The position was filthy—panties tangled around her knees, crop top bunched high, tits swaying heavy beneath her, rain still drizzling over us.

I took her neglected, tight pussy so good—claiming it, owning it, thrusting deeper until she was moaning nonstop, body rocking back to meet me.

"You're taking it perfect," I rasped, slamming harder, the wet slaps echoing over the rooftop. "This pussy's mine now. All mine."

She was uncontrollable—sobbing yes, pushing back desperate, completely lost in it.

And I wasn't stopping until I bred her full.

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