"Okay, I'll be back," I said, slipping out the door quick, closing it behind me.

Tiffany's sigh followed me—already rummaging for the next bikini.

Brittany stood in the hall, arms crossed, pretending innocence—but her eyes were hungry, thighs pressed together.

"Your turn?" I asked low, grinning.

She nodded fast, grabbing my hand, pulling me toward her room—door clicking shut behind us.

"Why did you disturb me and your mom?" I asked, voice rough, stepping close enough to tower over her.

"She was taking too long," she said, pouting a little, but I knew what she really meant—jealous, possessive, wanting me all to herself.

"Okay," I said, smirking. "Let's choose for you."

She opened her drawer quick, rummaging through a pile of swimsuits, pulling out a one-piece first—modest, cute.

I laughed. "You should wear this one. It's the most… less skin-revealing."

She pouted harder, tossing it aside. "No. I want the tiniest one possible."

This girl was in heat—pure fire. She probably got off on the idea of men staring, getting hard looking at her boobs and ass.

No wonder—her body was Tiffany but younger, tighter, everything firmer and perkier. I knew firsthand how thoroughly enjoyable it was.

"You want men to stare at you and get hard?" I asked low, stepping behind her as she bent over the drawer.

"Yeah," she whispered, voice breathy, ass pushing back subtle against me. "I'd love that."

I grabbed her ass cheek over the shorts—hard, possessive—and slapped it sharp, watching the jiggle.

"You're a bad girl," I growled. "Not listening to your mom. You should be punished."

She moaned soft, arching into my hand, searching faster.

Then she pulled one out—a tiny golden bikini, strings and scraps of fabric that matched her blonde hair perfectly. So small it would barely cover her nipples, the bottom just a thin strip over her pussy line.

"Damn," I said, genuinely shocked. "Why do you even have this? It's basically like wearing nothing."

"Yeah," she said, holding it up with a wicked grin. "Even better."

This girl was dangerous—pure trouble, inherited straight from her mom. And I was pretty sure Tiffany was picking something even tinier, with assets that put everyone else to shame.

She didn't try any on yet—just started rummaging through the pile on her bed, bent over in that perfect arch, ass pushed out high, pussy outline teasing through the thin shorts.

The shorts had ridden a little lower from her movement, exposing more of her smooth skin and the faint line between her cheeks. She didn't care I was staring—hell, she knew I was—and her body looked even plumper than before, thicker in all the right places.

Her ass was bigger, rounder, like she'd been gaining just enough weight to make those curves deadly. She knew I loved thick women—knew it turned me on—and whether intentional or not, she was serving it up on a platter.

My dick approved hard—throbbing in my shorts as I climbed onto the bed behind her.

I got close, hands on her hips, and tugged her shorts lower slow—exposing the full cleft, the thin fabric of her thong wedged deep. She kept digging through the bikinis like nothing was happening, but her breathing quickened, thighs parting just a fraction.

I pulled the shorts down her thick thighs, letting them bunch at her knees, and slid my fingers between her legs—finding her pussy already soaked, lips swollen and slick.

She moaned soft, still pretending to focus on the pile, ass pushing back into my hand.

"You can't choose one quickly, huh?" I rasped, slipping two fingers inside her slow—feeling her clench hot and wet around me.

"Aahh… Alex…" she whimpered, finally pausing, hips rocking subtle as I pumped steady, curling to hit that spot.

She was aroused bad—pussy dripping down my fingers, body trembling while she "looked" for the perfect bikini.

I fingered her harder—thumb rubbing her clit rough—watching her ass jiggle with every thrust of my hand.

She was mine to play with.

And she wasn't choosing anything until I let her.

Then Tiffany called from her room—"Alex! Look at me—I chose mine!"

I stopped fingering Brittany, gave her ass one last hard slap that made it jiggle and her yelp, and pulled my fingers out slow—she whined, pussy clenching on nothing.

"Choose one fast," I growled in her ear. "I'm going."

She pouted but nodded, thighs trembling as I left her there—bent over, shorts around her knees, pussy dripping.

I owned this place, man—mother and daughter on this floor, another MILF downstairs, Helen the maintenance goddess. Name it, I'd be there, buried deep.

I went to Tiffany's room, opened the door, and closed it behind me.

And there she was—the perfect MILF body wrapped in just a tiny white bikini.

Holy fuck.

The top was two minuscule triangles—barely covering her hard nipples, the dark edges peeking from the sides, fabric stretched so thin it was basically see-through. Her massive tits spilled out everywhere, deep cleavage on full display, underboob teasing with every breath.

Below, the bottoms were nothing but a thread—thin string riding high on her wide, child-bearing hips, the front panel so narrow it just covered her pussy lips, cameltoe obvious and proud. Her soft belly curve and thick thighs were fully exposed—smooth, golden, begging to be grabbed.

I froze. No way she was wearing this on a public beach. With that body? Police would arrest her for public indecency—every man there would be jerking off in the open.

Then she turned around slow, giving me the back view.

Damn.

Just a single thread disappearing between her huge, perfect cheeks—both full, round globes completely bare, jiggling soft as she shifted weight. Her hourglass figure was lethal—tiny waist cinched dramatic, flaring out into those wide hips and thick thighs, every curve screaming pure sin.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching my reaction—mouth open, cock throbbing hard.

"Like it?" she asked, voice husky, arching her back a little to make her ass pop more.

I stepped close, hands going straight to her hips. "Tiff… you're gonna cause a riot."

She laughed low, pressing back against me, that fat ass grinding slow against my bulge. "Good. Let them look."

Her body was lethal—pure MILF perfection, built to be worshipped.

She thought she'd tease me more—walking slow and deliberate to the bed, hips swaying with every step, that tiny white bikini doing absolutely nothing to hide her curves. Tits bouncing heavy with the movement, ass cheeks jiggling free except for that thin string wedged deep between them.

She climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours over the pile of bikinis like she was seriously searching—arching her back deep, pushing that perfect, thick ass high in the air.

The thin string disappeared completely between those plump cheeks—just a whisper of fabric, her pussy lips peeking from behind, glistening already. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wicked, making sure I got the full view—knowing exactly what she was doing.

I lost it.

No touching until the beach? Fuck that rule.

I climbed onto the bed behind her fast, hands grabbing those cheeks hard—spreading them wide—and buried my face in deep. Tongue shoving the string aside, I licked her heavenly crack from pussy to asshole in one long, hungry stroke—tasting her sweat, her arousal, pure sin.

"Aaahhh—Alex… fuck!" she cried, body jolting forward but ass pushing back harder, grinding against my mouth.

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