"Hey, Alex," she said, smiling slow, eyes dropping to my bare chest for a second. "You busy?"

My cock twitched already.

"Not at all," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "What's up, Autumn?"

Although I already knew what was up—in my shorts.

"You know about the building trip, right?" she asked, stepping closer, voice a little nervous but excited. She wanted me there—badly.

"Oh yeah, Lily told me about it," I said, eyes drifting to her boobs again, sweat trailing down into that deep cleavage.

"You're coming with us, right?" she asked, swiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, biting her lip like my answer mattered more than it should.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I said, grinning.

She smiled wide—relief and heat mixing. "Perfect."

"I came yesterday to tell you about it," she added, shifting her weight, ass flexing in those tights. "But you weren't home."

"Oh yeah, I was out doing some college stuff," I said. Damn—every MILF in the building had come looking for me yesterday, dying to get my dick in them.

"And we haven't exchanged numbers yet," she said, pulling out her phone.

We swapped quick—fingers brushing, lingering.

"God, I'm so sweaty," she laughed, fanning herself, but the way she said it—looking at me like that—made me think about licking every drop off her body, tasting the salt on her skin.

"Today's Friday," I said, noticing she wasn't in her usual office clothes. "You didn't go to work?"

"Oh, I took leave," she said, eyes sparkling. "Had to prepare for the trip… and hit the gym to burn off some calories. You know—get in shape for bikini season at the beach."

She said it casual, but her look was pure lust—imagining me seeing her in a bikini, all these MILFs competing to show off for me on the trip, probably fantasizing about getting fucked right there on the sand.

"You look amazing, Autumn," I said, pulling her closer—right inside the doorframe, shielding her from the hallway view—hand sliding down to grab her tight ass cheek, firmer from the gym, squeezing hard.

"Aah—Alex… not here," she whispered, grabbing my wrist but not stopping me, just guiding my grip tighter. "People might be watching…"

I turned her slightly—so I could see her ass properly—and slapped it sharp.

The tight fabric made it jiggle perfectly—cheeks bouncing and rippling under my palm, firm from the gym but still soft enough to wobble for seconds after.

She gasped—"Aahh… Alex!"—pushing back into my hand, eyes flashing with that mix of surprise and heat.

"People might see…" she whispered again, but her body arched more, ass popping out for another.

I slapped the other cheek—harder this time—watching the pink bloom through the thin material.

She moaned low, thighs pressing together.

Damn, Autumn was looking hella sexy in those tights—all that sweat making her skin shine, curves popping like crazy. No way I could let this opportunity go to waste. I wanted her bad—every sweaty inch.

I pulled her inside fully, shutting the door hard behind us.

Then I kissed her rough—hands grabbing her ass from behind, squeezing those firm cheeks tight, making her moan into my mouth. She couldn't say no—gave in instant, kissing back deep, tongue hungry and wet.

I licked her face, her neck—tasting the salty sweat, hot and fresh from the gym. God, she was so hot like this.

"Alex… I have to shower… I'm so sweaty," she gasped between kisses, but her body pressed harder against me.

"Sweat's making you even hotter, Autumn," I rasped, yanking her cropped vest up and off—her long hair falling loose, big tits bouncing free, firm and tight from her workout, glistening with sweat.

I dove in—licking them fully, tongue dragging over every side, then circling her hard nipples before sucking rough.

"Aaahh… Alex… harder, please…" she begged, arching into my mouth.

Tiffany and Brittany had left sudden—I wasn't done with them yet—and now all that pent-up lust poured into Autumn.

I bit her nipples hard—she cried out, body jolting, hands clutching my hair.

I took her to the bathroom—kissing sloppy, squeezing her ass the whole way—ripping off her tights and my shorts and shirt, leaving us both naked.

In the shower, I saw her fully—sweaty body glistening top to bottom, curves pumped from the gym, skin flushed and shining, every inch screaming fresh, hard work and raw sex appeal.

I pinned her arms above her head against the cool tile—one hand holding both wrists tight—eyes locked on hers, her chest heaving, waiting.

"Alex… I'm so sweaty… I feel disgusting," she whispered, voice shaky, cheeks redder than the workout flush.

"You don't need a shower, babe," I growled low, leaning in close. "I'm gonna lick you clean."

Her face turned lustier—eyes wide, lips parted, not sure what was coming next but wanting it bad, body already trembling under my grip.

I started with her neck—tongue flat and slow, licking up the salty sweat in long drags, tasting her heat, her effort, the pure essence of her workout. She moaned soft, head tilting back, skin so sensitive every lick made her shiver.

"Aaahhh… Alex…"

Then I looked at her armpits—fully exposed with her arms pinned high, smooth and clean-shaven, glistening with fresh sweat. I dove in—no hesitation—tongue lapping deep, sucking every inch, biting lightly at the tender skin.

She squirmed—"Ahh… Alex… not that hard, please…"—body twisting, trying to stay still but losing it, grip slipping in my hold as pleasure hit her hard.

I went in like a starving man—licking her sweaty armpits thorough, inhaling that fresh, musky workout scent mixed with her natural heat, tongue swirling, sucking the salt off her skin until she was gasping, thighs rubbing together desperate.

Every lick made her weaker—moaning louder, body arching, completely surrendered.

She was mine to clean.

And I wasn't stopping until I tasted every drop.

Man, her body like that—pinned helpless, sweaty with those fuller curves on full display—was dangerous. I wanted to fuck her all night just like this, keep her glistening and trembling, never let her clean up.

My dick rubbed against her lower stomach—smearing precum in sticky trails as I stayed focused on her armpits, tongue swirling deeper, sucking the salt off her skin, inhaling that fresh, musky workout scent mixed with her natural heat until she was gasping, thighs rubbing together desperate.

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