MILF Paradise System-Chapter 146: Satisfying the Rich GILF

I wasn’t stopping, I was going to thrust even wilder, hips slamming forward with brutal force, cock driving deep into her mature pussy over and over, the thick shaft stretching her wide with every punishing stroke, balls slapping wet against her ass, the wet squelch of her juices filling the room louder than her moans.

Now she really realized how rough I could get, her eyes wide, mouth open in endless moans, hands clawing my back, nails digging red lines into my skin, legs wrapped tight around my waist pulling me deeper, heels digging into my ass like she needed every brutal inch.

I thrust harder, faster, angling up to hit that spot inside her that made her scream.

"Ahh..." she cried out sharp and long as she came hard, her pussy gushed in hot, thick waves, juices squirting forcefully around my cock, soaking my shaft, dripping down my balls, and flooding the sheets beneath us in a messy, slippery pool. Her inner walls convulsed violently, squeezing me in tight, rhythmic spasms like a fist desperate to milk every last drop, her entire mature body shaking uncontrollably under me.

She was lost completely, eyes rolling back into her head, mouth falling open in a wide, broken moan that turned into shattered, breathless cries. Her gray hair clung wet to her sweaty forehead, strands sticking across her flushed face, while her thick thighs trembled and clamped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming storm. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Her pussy clenched and released in powerful aftershocks, squirting again and again in hot bursts every time I slammed in deep, flooding us both, her mature body surrendering fully to the pleasure she’d never felt before, years of neglect shattering in one explosive release.

Her hips bucked up to meet me involuntarily, pussy spasming and gushing, walls fluttering around my cock as if desperate to keep me buried inside her forever.

I kept fucking her wilder through her orgasm, not giving her a moment to relax, hips slamming forward even faster, cock plunging deep and brutal, angling to hit that sensitive spot inside her over and over.

Fuck, looking at her like this, face twisted in ecstasy, body shaking, pussy squirting and milking me, was making my dick throb even harder, swelling thicker inside her, ready to explode again.

And soon I came hard—"Ahh..." I groaned low and rough, burying myself to the hilt as I shot more thick ropes of cum inside her, pulsing deep into her womb, flooding her warm mature pussy with everything I had left. Pulse after heavy pulse, hot and thick, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft in white, creamy strands, mixing with her juices and dripping down her crack onto the bed.

I fell forward on her, resting my face by her neck, lips brushing her sweaty skin, breathing heavy against her as I kept moving my hips slow, grinding deep, letting the last spurts coat her insides while her pussy fluttered in aftershocks, still clenching weakly around me.

We were both panting, sweat-slick bodies pressed tight, hearts hammering, the room filled with the wet sounds of our breathing and the distant crash of waves below the balcony.

But she was a mess now, she didn’t look like that woman who had just offered me a cheque, who tried to buy me off with money and power. She was broken open, lying on the bed, bred in pleasure, body trembling, pussy leaking my cum, face flushed and wrecked, gray hair tangled, eyes glassy with satisfaction and surrender.

I had made sure to make her realize who I really was, no servant, no boy she could control, just the man who owned her body, who ruined her holes, who made her beg and scream and cum harder than she ever had in her life.

We both kept laying like that, breathing heavy, my dick still inside her pussy, shooting the last drops of cum while her pussy spasmed weakly around me, milking every bit.

I looked at her, she was broken, staring up at me with her mouth open, unable to say a word, eyes glassy and distant, face flushed and wrecked.

She just wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face into her chest, like she wanted to keep me there forever, holding me tight against her warm, soft breasts.

"I never felt this good, Alex," she whispered, still keeping me pressed to her chest, voice hoarse and small.

I just laid on her chest with my eyes closed, feeling her mature warmth, the rise and fall of her breathing, her heartbeat slowing against my cheek.

"Alex... I want you to stay with me today," she said, keeping me in her chest. "I’m going back tomorrow."

"Olivia... you know I have to get back to my group," I said, lifting my head a little. "They would come looking for me if I didn’t come back for so long," my dick still inside her, feeling her warmth.

She put her hands on my face and gently pulled me into a kiss—slow and deep, letting me know what she could offer, tongue soft and needy.

"I can’t stay here... but we can stay in touch," I said, breaking the kiss, looking at her, seeing how desperate she was for my cock, eyes pleading.

"That would be great," she said, looking relieved, a small smile forming as she realized she could meet me later.

I pulled out slow and looked at the mess of her pussy—leaking so much juices and my cum, thick white strands dripping from her swollen lips, pooling on the sheets.

"You came so hard, Olivia," I said, looking at the creamy mess between her thighs.

She just smiled, weak but satisfied, and grabbed her phone from the side desk with a shaky hand.

"Please add your number," she said, handing it to me.

"Here," I said, adding my contact quickly and giving her phone back.

She kept laying there on the bed, thighs trembling, unable to move properly, body spent and glowing.

"You okay?" I asked, as I found my shirt and shorts and started putting them on.

"Yeah... never better," she said, smiling lazy, laying on the bed looking fucking breedable, legs still parted slightly, cum dripping slow from her pussy.

"See you later," I said, leaning down to give her boob one last squueze before heading out the room and down the stairs to the beach.

Her butler was there at the bottom, standing silent, but looking at me with pure jealousy, like I’d gotten what he’d been dreaming of for his entire work life, eyes flicking to my messy clothes, then away quick.

I started walking back the way I had come. My clothes were a mess from throwing them off whenever I had to get naked, my shirt wrinkled, my shorts soaked from how wildly Olivia had sucked me through them earlier, the wet patch obvious and sticky.

"Damn... she made a mess of these," I said to myself, looking down at my shorts.

I should get back to the beach house and change my clothes, they were fucking ruined. And maybe I could have a little chat with Shyla while I was there, I thought, remembering how juicy and full her pregnant boobs looked at the reception.

Anyway, I had to change clothes, so I started walking toward the beach house, leaving the private stilt area behind, sand warm under my feet, ocean breeze cooling my skin.