Chapter 125: Taking the Thick Asian MILF Far Away

A little sand clung to her ass cheeks from the beach mat—grains sticking to the sweat and lotion-making her look even hotter, dirtier, more tempting under the sun.

I just wanted to shove my dick in her asshole right here in public while she leaned forward to admire the jet ski—damn, her juicy ass cheeks pushed out perfect.

I went up to her while she stood there with her hands on the jet ski handles—touching and playing with the accelerator, fingers tracing the grips curious, body leaning forward, ass arched high and inviting.

I grabbed her hips firm—hands full of her wide, fertile curves, fingers digging into the soft flesh—and stood behind her, my hard dick pressing into her ass cheeks, the thick bulge in my shorts grinding slowly against her, head nudging the thong string, feeling the heat between her cheeks.

"You like it, Lan?" I asked low, voice rough, squeezing her hips harder, pulling her back into me so she felt every inch of my hardness.

"Yes, Alex... I love it," she said, glancing back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark and needy, feeling my dick pressing onto her ass, turned on bad, breath hitching as she pushed back subtle.

"Why don’t you drive it and I’ll sit in the back?" I said—because I wanted to feel her ass all the way in this ride, hands free to grab her melons, play with her thick juicy curves, squeeze her tits, pinch her nipples, maybe slide fingers under the thong while we sped across the water.

She put her hands on mine, which were caressing her waist—holding them there, voice lewd and breathy. "But Alex... what if I mess up? I have never done this..."

"It’s easy, Lan," I said, explaining while my dick still pressed tightly against her ass, thick and hard through the shorts, feeling her cheeks clench subtle around the bulge. "See, you just turn on the accelerator to make it go forward, and you press this brake when you want to stop."

"Alex... I feel scared," she said, voice small, wanting to hide in my arms that were wrapped around her, caressing her waist slow, fingers tracing the soft curve of her belly.

I massaged her stomach and waist to console her—palms warm, rubbing gentle circles, feeling her relax into me, breath slowing. "Don’t be scared, Lan. I’ll just be in the back, and I’ll keep my hands on yours and pull the brakes if I think you’re doing something wrong. What do you say?"

"Umm... I can try then," she said, giving in with a shy smile, excitement creeping back in.

"Good girl," I said, slapping her ass cheek sharp to cheer her up—watching it jiggle wild, skin turning pink faint. "Now get on it. Let’s go explore the sea."

I gestured her to get on first.

She put her leg around the jet ski and got up on it, trying to sit down—man, every movement her juicy body did made me lose control more. She spread her legs wide to swing over, then settled in the seat, pushing her ass out in that position that looked so sexy—thick cheeks spreading on the seat, thong string disappearing deeper, ass jiggling as she adjusted, back arched slight, tits bouncing heavy in the tiny top.

"Get on," she said, looking excited but I was even more excited than she was—dick hard and ready.

I got up behind her—pressed tightly to her back, my dick pressing firm against her ass through the shorts, chest flush to her smooth warm back, arms wrapping around her waist, hands resting on her soft belly.

"Let’s go," I said low in her ear, voice rough, breath hot on her neck.

I put my hands ahead on hers—like I was trying to teach her how to ride a bike—fingers covering hers on the handles, guiding gentle but firm, showing her the controls while my body stayed molded to hers, dick throbbing against her ass with every subtle shift.

Then I pushed the accelerator slow at first—jet ski rumbling to life, engine growling low—then twisted harder, and off we went.

The jet ski shot forward fast—cutting through the waves smooth, then faster, wind whipping our hair wild, sea spray hitting us cool and salty, misting our skin.

"Wooo, it’s so fun!" Lan shouted, her voice full of pure joy over the roar of the engine and wind, laughing loud and free as the jet ski bounced over the waves.

"Told you it would be fun!" I shouted back, grinning wide because it really was—rushing at that speed across the open sea on a jet ski with a thick MILF in front of me to grab.

We rushed past everyone—swimmers, other jet skis, people on the shore—going deeper into the sea, water spraying cool and salty in our faces, sun glinting off the waves.

We made circles and sharp turns—leaning the jet ski hard, carving through the water, sending big splashes up, mist hitting us fresh and cold, making Lan squeal and laugh harder, body jiggling against me with every bump and bounce.

I looked back quick—saw we had come far from the beach and people; they looked very tiny now, just dots on the sand, the shore a thin line, the beach house small in the distance.

"We’ve come so far, Lan," I said now, voice raised over the wind and engine hum, looking back at how tiny the beach had become.

"Yeah... we’re too far," she replied, glancing over her shoulder, eyes wide as she saw just open sea in front of us—no shore in sight, only endless blue water sparkling under the sun.

She stopped the jet ski—pulled the brake gentle, engine idling low, waves lapping soft against the hull as it rocked. She started looking around—turning her head, scanning for direction, hair whipping in the breeze—and asked, "Where should we go?"

"Anywhere you wanna go, baby," I said low, putting my hands on her boobs from behind—palms cupping the heavy weight through the tiny bikini top, fingers finding her hard nipples, playing with them.

I rested my chin on her shoulder, feeling comfortable, warm breath on her neck, dick still hard pressing into her lower back.

"I see a small island there... shall we go there?" she said, pointing to a distant speck of green and sand on the horizon that looked small from here, glancing back at me for permission, eyes a little turned on from the way I grabbed her boobs so suddenly, nipples throbbing harder under my fingers.

"Yeah... let’s go," I said, still fondling her boobs—squeezing slow.