She rode me slow and deep, hips rolling in perfect circles, her cum-filled pussy gripping me like it never wanted to let go. The pool water lapped warm around us, rain pouring harder, thunder rumbling like it was cheering us on.

"Alex… you fucked Lily this good?" she whispered against my lips, voice breathy and teasing, but laced with that raw hunger, her walls clenching harder around me as she said it.

I gripped her ass tighter, thrusting up to meet her grind, making her gasp. "I fucked you better, baby," I growled, kissing her deep—tongue claiming her mouth, tasting rain and sex and her surrender.

She moaned into the kiss, nails digging into my shoulders, tits pressed slick against my chest. "Aahh… Alex… you made me so filthy," she panted when we broke for air, eyes dark and wild. "I wish my husband knew… how you made me your slut…"

The words hit like fire. I thrust harder, water splashing around us, one hand tangling in her wet hair to pull her head back so I could bite her neck.

"I'll fuck you in front of him one day," I rasped against her skin, pounding deeper. "Let him watch me breed you, make you scream my name. Then he'll know you were always more than enough—he was just a fucking pussy who couldn't see your value."

She cried out—"Yes… oh god, yes…"—hips slamming down faster, pussy spasming around me, another orgasm building from the filthy promise alone.

We kissed again—deep, desperate, tongues tangling messy in the rain, teeth clashing as she rode me harder. Her legs locked tighter around my waist, heels digging into my back, pulling me impossibly deeper with every grind.

I was in heaven—fucking her raw on this rooftop pool, storm raging, nobody around for miles to see or hear. The city was a blur below, thunder drowning her moans, lightning flashing across her glistening body as she bounced on my cock.

No one was coming up here in this weather. We were alone, free, filthy.

I slapped her ass under the water—sharp crack that made her clench hard. "Ride me harder, Autumn. Show me how much you needed this."

She did—hips grinding frantic, tits bouncing, water splashing with every thrust. "Aahh… Alex… breed me again… make me yours forever…"

I wasn't going to last much longer.

And neither was she.

We both came together in that filthy position—her riding me deep in the warm pool water, legs locked around my waist, tits pressed slick against my chest.

She screamed into my shoulder, biting down hard on my skin—"Aaaahhh—Alex! Yes!"—her pussy spasming wildly around me, clenching in hard waves as she gushed again, soaking us both.

I thrust up one last time, burying deep, and exploded—thick ropes shooting far inside her, flooding her already-full pussy until it spilled out around us into the water. Pulse after pulse, I emptied everything, groaning low against her neck as her walls milked me dry.

We stayed like that, panting, bodies shaking, rain pouring over us like a curtain. Satisfied. Completely spent.

Finally, I lifted her off slow, her pussy giving one last reluctant clench. We climbed out of the pool—naked, dripping, no clothes in sight. We didn't care anymore. The storm was raging; nobody would be out in this weather, nobody could see us from down below.

We grabbed our soaked stuff in one hand and started down the stairs just like that—bare skin glistening, cum and rain trailing down her thighs, my cock swinging heavy and slick between my legs.

Every few steps, I couldn't help it—I'd grab her by the hips, pull her back against me, kiss her deep and messy. She'd giggle, moan softly into my mouth, her hands reaching back to squeeze my ass or stroke me once, teasing.

My dick was uncontrollable today—after fucking her so hard, it still twitched, half-hard, dripping with our juices, like it was ready for round three already.

We laughed quietly, stealing touches, kisses, the thrill of being naked and exposed in the stairwell making it hotter.

At the sixth floor, she stopped, turning to me with that freshly-fucked glow—hair wild, lips swollen, body marked with my handprints and bites.

"What are you doing tonight?" she asked, voice husky, eyes sparkling.

"You," I said simply, pulling her in for one more deep kiss.

She smiled—slow, wicked, satisfied. "I'll be waiting. And… don't let Lily know, okay?"

"Your secret's safe," I murmured, nipping her lip.

She slipped away, hips swaying as she disappeared down the hall, naked and unashamed.

I continued down to my floor, still dripping wet, clothes bundled in one hand, cock flopping heavy with every step, slick with her juices and mine.

I raeched my apartment. The rain had been fun, but now I was cold and needed a hot shower bad. Then I remembered—my fucking shower was still broken. Had been for days.

Why not go like this? I was already naked, clothes a soaked bundle in my hand. Grinning at the absurdity, I walked to her door—dick swinging free, water trailing behind me—and knocked on her door, trying to cover the essentials with the wet clothes bundle just in case.

The hallway was empty, but I chuckled imagining someone stepping out and getting an eyeful.

The door opened.

Not Tiffany.

Brittany.

Her daughter—the one I'd fucked senseless last night, taken her virginity, and slipped out before either woke up.

She froze, eyes wide, taking in my naked, dripping state.

She was wearing gray cargo pants that hugged her ass perfectly—round, firm, the fabric stretching just right—and a black gym vest with thin straps, the kind that showed off her toned shoulders and the deep plunge of her cleavage. No bra; her nipples poked faintly through. She looked fucking edible.

"Alex… why are you naked and soaking wet?" she asked, voice soft but amused. "Quick, come inside."

She stepped aside, caring like her mom, pulling me in by the arm. I dripped all over the entryway as she closed the door fast.

"Jesus," she laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Why were you dancing in the rain? You're a grown-up."

I thought—yeah, and you just lost your virginity to me last night, screaming my name, and now you're lecturing me?

"Heh, I was up at the rooftop pool," I said, playing it off with a grin. "Then the storm hit out of nowhere. Clothes got soaked too."

She glanced at the bundle hiding my cock, then back up, biting her lip.

Then a small, knowing smile curved her lips.

"Can I use your shower?" I asked, still dripping on her floor.

"Yeah, sure," she said, a little confused but nodding toward the hallway. Then she paused, eyes dropping again to the bundle. "Alex… about last night…"

She shifted, cheeks flushing. "I don't know what came over me. I just… touched you without asking, and I didn't even think about how you felt. It was my first time, and I—"

"Hey, Brittany," I cut in gentle, stepping closer. "Don't worry. It's okay. You couldn't think straight—I get it. And trust me, I was into every second."

She looked relieved, smiling shyly.

"Where's your mom?" I asked, glancing around.

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