MILF Paradise System-Chapter 137: Rich GILF Wants My Slutty Girls

"Hey, lady, I don’t know what your deal is here, but I’m taking back my girls," I said, grabbing Brittany and Gloria by their arms, one hand on each.

They rose slowly—boobs bouncing heavily as they stood, sand clinging to their thick asses and thighs from kneeling so long, bikinis still slightly askew, tits half-spilling out with nipples poking through the thin fabric.

I hadn’t been able to look properly before because of everything that had been happening, but now I could.

Brittany wore a thin blue string bikini that perfectly matched her blonde hair, showing off her soft, plump boobs and thick thighs. She’d been gaining weight, and it was obvious she was getting hotter every day—more like her thick mother—curves softer and fuller, ass rounder, skin glowing.

Gloria wore a tiger-skin bikini, looking like a wild cat with sexy abs and thick, muscular thighs, her juicy ass ready to be devoured. Her gymnastics training had given her a toned, powerful body, yet soft in all the right places—ass cheeks firm but jiggling with every movement, all wrapped in sun-kissed Colombian skin that glowed golden under the beach sun.

My dick loved the view—both of these girls were mine, just mine. I was making sure I took them both back, and before returning to the group, I planned to fill them up with my cum. Their sinful bodies—curves barely covered, sand stuck to sweat, tits heaving—had me throbbing hard again.

"Grandma, he’s taking my girls!" the stupid guy shouted, running to the old lady reading her book. He dropped to his knees in the sand in front of her chair, grabbing at her thick thighs like a child begging for help.

"Calm down, Reggie. Let me talk to him," the sexy GILF in the gray bikini said, voice calm and commanding. She patted his head like he was a child while keeping her legs crossed, one thick thigh over the other, bikini straining over her heavy boobs and pussy mound.

So that was her grandson. And she was a granny, huh? I thought, looking at her gray hair, glasses, and the way her one-piece bikini clung to her mature curves—boobs sagging but full, pussy almost peeking from the low cut, legs still toned despite her age.

"Hey, boy," she said, closing her book slowly and looking at me with determined eyes. "A deal is a deal, even if it was just some small bet. The girls stay."

"Hey, who the hell do you think you are?" I said, turning sharply toward her, my voice low and edged with anger. My dick was still bulging in my shorts—thick and obvious, far bigger than her grandson’s pathetic little tent—and she noticed it when she glanced down. Her eyes lingered for a second, widening just a fraction before flicking back up to my face, her lips parting as if she’d been caught off guard.

"Ask the girls," she said calmly, nodding toward Brittany and Gloria like she was ordering me to step aside and accept it.

I looked at them, searching for answers, stepping closer so they were behind me—protected.

They both stared down at the sand, like they couldn’t bring themselves to speak. Their faces were burning red, hands fidgeting on their thighs, bikinis still messy from kneeling in the sand.

"Answer me," I said, my voice harder now as I turned fully toward them.

"Alex... we made a bet with this guy," Brittany said quietly, pointing at the stupid fuck without looking at him, her voice small and guilty. "And we lost."

"A bet? Why would you even talk to a stupid fuck like that?" I snapped, glaring at him as I stepped forward, like I might hit him again.

"Grandma... he’s making fun of me," the guy cried. He grabbed her thick thighs like he was begging her to save him, tears streaming down his red face, hands clutching the lotion-slick skin just above her knees.

"Just stay quiet, Reggie," she said coolly, pushing his head away—gentle but firm—her voice steady, like she was used to handling him. "Go have fun with the girls you brought from the city. They’ve already been paid to entertain you for the day."

What? These girls were paid to be here? To entertain this motherfucker? I thought, looking at the girls forming a circle in tiny bikinis, young and tanned, bodies glistening with oil, all giggling and whispering like they were part of some paid entertainment crew, phones half-raised, recording the drama.

So this guy really was a rich spoiled kid, thinking he could get Brittany and Gloria too, like I would ever let his shitty fingers anywhere near them. He had money, a grandma who backed his every whim, and a group of girls he had paid to play along, to cheer, to record, to make his pathetic bets seem real.

"What did you bet on?" I asked the girls, voice low but sharp, turning fully to Brittany and Gloria.

"Alex, we were just passing by, exploring the beach," Gloria said first, voice shaky, eyes down. "And this guy started teasing us when we passed. He said he wanted to drink milk from our boobs and breed us."

"What the fuck?" I looked at the guy, his smug face still red from the punch, now half-hiding behind his grandma’s chair.

"We just called him a stupid fuck and laughed at him," Brittany added, cheeks burning. "But then he called us over and made us bet that every girl here would say he was sexy and hot. He said that if we lost, we would have to suck his dick right here. We just laughed at him, said that no girl would call him that, and accepted the bet. We didn’t realize all these girls were with him then."

"And then we lost, obviously," Gloria continued, voice small. "Every girl here called him hot except us two. These girls formed a circle and started recording us, not letting us leave unless we sucked his dick."

So this guy thought he could buy any girl he wanted, and his grandma was fully on his side, sitting there calm, legs crossed, thick thighs on display, gray bikini digging in, like she had seen this a hundred times and didn’t care.

"Hey, lady, that’s cheating," I said, looking her dead in the eye, then at the paid girls in the circle. "It’s not fair. My girls had no idea about your grandson’s harem of girls he brought from the city."