Chapter 84: MILF was Still too Tight

Damn, the look of her—big tits spilling, tiny waist cinched, flaring out into those wide hips and that tight ass in the panty, cheeks peeking out the sides. Pure filth.

She reached down—hand wrapping my cock, stroking slow and firm, wanting me fully in, ready to stretch her holes wider than ever.

She kept staring at it—how big it was, veins pulsing, head leaking precum. Her mouth watered, lips parting.

I turned her around sudden—slapped her tight ass hard, like an animal claiming territory. The crack echoed sharp—if not for the train noise, the whole compartment would’ve heard. I wasn’t gentle now—her sinful body woke something feral in me, lost all sense.

She cried out—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—arching deeper, pushing back for more.

I slapped again—harder—watching the red bloom, cheeks jiggling perfect.

She leaked more through the panty—wetness trailing down her thighs.

I pressed close—rubbing my cock over her hips, smearing precum while squeezing her ass from the side, mouth on her tits over the vest—biting nipples hard through the fabric.

She screamed soft—"Ahh... Alex... you’re so rough today... ahh... I love it... bite harder!"

She loved the roughness—body trembling, pussy flooding.

I kept squeezing, rubbing my dick on her thighs, her hips—owning every curve.

Damn, her ass was really something else—I’d fucked plenty, but this one? Perfection. Thick, juicy, the way it curved and jiggled under my hands, soft but firm, made for gripping and ruining.

And her face—moaning in that slutty, broken way, eyes half-closed, lips parted, completely lost—drove me insane.

Her thick curves had me crazy—my dick rubbing between them, sliding over the sweat-slick skin, throbbing harder with every grind, begging me to take her ass and make her scream my name until the whole train heard.

She kept stroking my dick—amazed by the size, fingers barely closing around it, eyes wide like she couldn’t believe what would soon stretch her tight holes again.

Our roomette had a small lower bed—we didn’t need the upper bunk. I knew exactly how to use this one.

I guided her onto it—positioning her on her toes, knees bent, body leaned forward balancing on her fingers, ass pushed out high and dripping from that white panty, hanging in the air like an offering.

She held the pose—on edge, trembling, big ass straight in front of me, soft curvy cheeks leaking juices down her thighs.

I rubbed my dick on that thick, sexy ass—up and down slow, head nudging the soaked panty, fabric turning see-through with every pass, clinging to her pussy lips and asshole.

Sometimes I pressed harder—trying to push in over the panty, into her asshole or pussy—but the fabric stopped me, her holes already tighter than sin.

She moaned desperate—"Aahh... Alex... I’m so wet there... please put it in..."

I kept rubbing—teasing, owning—ready to cum just from the friction if I wanted.

Then I lowered her panty just enough—sliding it down her ass and pussy, letting it bunch mid-thigh, not fully off while she stayed on her toes, balancing leaned forward.

Her big ass hung perfect—leaking, soft curvy cheeks spread, holes exposed and begging.

In that position, her pussy was inviting me—swollen lips glistening, leaking thick juices down to her asshole, begging to be filled.

I started rubbing my dick straight over her pussy—long, slow strokes, pushing firm to rub her clit hard, coating myself in her wetness. Sometimes the head bent slightly, nudging her entrance like it wanted to slip in, but I stopped it—kept teasing, pulling back just as she bucked for more.

She moaned desperate—"Aahh... Alex... please..."

Then I aimed higher—pressing the slick head against her asshole, trying to push in slow. It was still damn tight—ring clenching hard, resisting even after everything.

"Lily... you got vaseline?" I asked, smiling dark, remembering how I’d needed it last time just to breach her.

"No... Alex... I didn’t bring any lube..." she whispered, scared but excited, body trembling at what might happen if I forced it raw—but wanting to find out.

I kept trying—pressing steady, head stretching her ring little by little, her moans turning pained but needy.

But it was too tight—hurting my dick more than pleasing. I thought—something else.

I pulled her up sudden—back pressed to my chest, arms wrapped around her tight. Kissed her neck hard—biting deep, marking the soft skin while my cock rubbed around her ass crack, poking, teasing.

She melted into me—moaning soft, body going limp, grinding back desperate.

Then I turned her around—yanked her thin vest up and off, tits bouncing free, then dropped her panty all the way down, kicking it aside.

Put her on the small bed’s edge—legs spread wide. I grabbed two cushions, propping them behind her back for support so she could stay right there, pussy at perfect height.

She sat on the edge—toes curled tight into the sheets, facing me, legs spread as I held them open, pussy fully exposed and leaking heavy, face already broken without me even inside.

I got close—rubbing my cock on her pussy slow, facing her—long drags from entrance to clit, up her lower stomach, smearing our mess everywhere.

She kept looking straight in my eyes—biting her lip desperate, hands on my hips for support, pulling me closer.

"Alex... please put it in... I can’t hold myself..." she said sluttily, voice wrecked, body trembling hard against the cushions, pussy clenching on nothing as I teased.

I kept rubbing—slow, torturous—head nudging her entrance but not entering, letting her feel the stretch without giving it.

After teasing her more—watching her hips buck desperate, moans turning to whimpers—I finally pushed my head in.

"Ahh..." she moaned with relief, eyes fluttering, body relaxing for a second as I stretched her open.

She put one hand down to rub her clit frantic—fingers circling fast—while keeping her lust-filled eyes locked on mine.

"Lily," I rasped, thrusting slow, letting her adjust to my size inch by inch. "Your husband know you’re going on this trip?"

She was full of shame, broken with lust—"Yes... Alex..."—moaning deep as I pushed deeper. "Ahh..."

"He’s not back from his trip yet?" I asked, sliding further, feeling her walls grip tight.

"Ahh... no, Alex..." she gasped, back arching, hand rubbing faster. "He never went on trips with us... said it’s boring..."