Chapter 78: Sweaty MILF is Licked Clean

Every lick made her weaker—moaning louder, body arching hard against the tile, completely surrendered, wrists straining in my grip but not fighting.

She was losing to it—eyes rolling back, hips bucking subtle like she was already close just from my tongue in her pits.

"Aaahhh... Alex... it’s too much..." she whimpered, but her free leg hooked around my waist, pulling me closer.

I switched sides—devouring the other armpit just as rough, biting the tender skin light, making her cry out.

Then I focused on her humongous boobs—sweaty, glistening, that deep cleavage full of salty drops calling me in.

I released her arms, guiding one massive tit to my mouth with my hand—licking slow and thorough, tasting the salty sweat, boobs so slippery they kept popping from my lips. I buried my face in her cleavage next—tongue dragging deep, cleaning every inch, fuck, she was a goddess moaning like that, getting her sweaty body worshipped.

She grabbed my head, pulling me harder—"Aahhh... yes... lick me clean..."

I knelt lower, hands on her hips, licking her stomach fully—tongue flat over the soft curve, dipping into her navel, swirling and sucking the sweat out. I bit the skin rough—she gasped, thighs trembling.

Her pussy was dripping now—mixed sweat and juices running down. I spread her legs wider while she leaned back against the tile for support.

Looked at the view—wet, pink, begging. I leaned in close, inhaling first—that musky, fresh workout scent mixed with her arousal—then licked slow over her lips, tasting everything.

I was cleaning her top to bottom—no excuse, no rush.

Her thick, juicy thighs were next—soft but firm from the gym. I guided her to turn, get on all fours right there in the shower.

She obeyed fast—arching deep, pushing that majestic ass back, glancing over her shoulder with hungry eyes, wanting to watch me worship her.

The view—ass and pussy exposed, sweaty and glistening—was too much. I grabbed her cheeks, spreading them wide, and buried my face again—inhaling deep that sweet, filthy aroma before licking slow from pussy to asshole, savoring every drop.

I lost to the temptation completely.

I started licking her ass and pussy like a madman—no mercy, no pause—tongue plunging wild and deep, lapping up every trace of sweat and wetness, tasting her raw workout heat mixed with her dripping arousal. My face smeared slick, nose buried in her crack, I devoured her holes like I’d never eat again.

My dick was begging—throbbing hard, leaking precum down my thigh, screaming to stop the lick play and slam into her ass.

I spat thick on her asshole anyway—even though it was already soaked—rubbing it in with my tongue, spreading the mess all over her holes, making her twitch and clench.

"Please... Alex... put it in..." she begged, voice wrecked, hips pushing back desperate, body shaking.

But I wasn’t done eating her out.

I grabbed her hips harder—fingers digging deep into the soft flesh—and shoved my face in deeper, tongue-fucking the life out of her. Pussy first—thrusting fast and rough, then asshole, circling and pushing inside, sucking her clit hard between switches.

It would be a waste not to give this ass the full treatment.

I had a position in mind to properly take it—and make her break from shame.

Autumn was still on all fours, ass eaten raw and trembling. I pulled her up gentle but firm—guiding her to sit back on her folded knees, ass touching the floor lightly, front body lowered on her elbows, back arched deep. Knees spread wide from the front—a filthy twist on frog position, pussy hovering just above the ground, open and dripping, but high enough for me to slide in perfect.

She settled into it—looking like pure filth, body folded and presented, glancing back over her shoulder with excited, broken eyes, waiting for when I’d shove my cock in.

Her pussy leaked heavy—juices dripping slow to the floor in thick strings, asshole twitching from my tongue.

I made my dick see her like that—throbbing harder at the view.

Then I moved close—rubbing my slick head on her asshole first in that frog position, pressing slow, teasing the ring.

She moaned deep—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—pushing back greedy, body begging.

I continued rubbing my dick on her asshole, then up her arched back, sliding over her sweat-slick skin, making her lose control—hips bucking, moans turning desperate as she tried to chase the friction.

But I thought—I’ll fuck her ass on the beach. Her pussy was dripping, begging for attention now.

I slid my dick lower—slow, deliberate—and pushed into her pussy while she held the lewd position. It was so low I had to bend my knees deep to fuck her right, thrusting steady, hitting every sweet spot from that angle.

She trembled hard—sometimes losing the pose from the front, arms shaking, unable to control the pleasure, interrupting my rhythm.

I stood up fast, pulled her up with me, and slammed her against the glass shower wall—boobs squishing flat against the cool surface, legs spread a little, standing full height.

I got behind her, made her squeeze her thighs tight together—so her pussy had just a tiny, tight entrance—and pushed in after spreading her cheeks.

Then I fucked her like that—hard, deep thrusts making her bounce, tits squishing harder against the glass with every slam, ass rippling back into me.

"Ahh... Alex... harder, please..." she begged, voice breaking.

I went harder—losing control, pounding relentless until she shattered—coming hard, no shyness left, squirting hot down her thighs and the floor.

I thrust through it a while longer—then came hard too, pulsing thick ropes deep in her pussy, filling her completely as we both panted heavy.

I pulled out slow—cum leaking down her legs—and pulled her close, kissing her hard, tasting sweat and us.

"You wanna shower with me?" I asked, voice rough.

"Yes, Alex..." she whispered, kissing back hungry.

We turned the water on hot—washing each other slow, hands soapy and roaming. She took extra time on my dick—stroking gentle, cleaning but teasing, eyes saying she wanted it again.