Mike grabbed Aunt Marie from behind, yanking her body flush against his chest. Her massive breasts spilled forward, heavy and free, jiggling wildly from the sudden pull. She stiffened for a split second, breath catching, but then went still, like she was forcing herself to submit, shoulders relaxing even as her cheeks burned.
He didn't waste time. His big hands slid up under her arms and claimed both tits at once, fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing flesh. He cupped them firmly, lifting the heavy mounds, then started kneading in slow, deliberate squeezes that changed their perfect round shape in his palms.
Despite how enormous they were, they barely sagged at all. Her big stayed full and firm, bouncing back every time he let go, nipples already dark pink and rock-hard, poking straight out like they were begging for attention.
"Ahn…!" Aunt Marie let out a sharp, shaky cry when his thumbs and forefingers found those stiff peaks and pinched hard enough to make her back arch, but not enough to really hurt. The sound came out needy, almost surprised, like her own body had betrayed her.
She grabbed at his wrists, fingers wrapping around them weakly, trying to pull his hands away. But it was useless. His grip was iron, and the more she struggled, the more her strength seemed to melt. Her arms trembled, then slowly went slack. Whether it was Mike's skilled fingers rolling her nipples or the shameful heat already pooling between her thighs, she couldn't fight it anymore. Her head fell back against his shoulder, lips parting in a soft, helpless pant.
"I've fucked so many women." Mike growled low against her ear, voice thick with satisfaction.
"But none of them had tits this big… this soft… this fucking perfect." He squeezed harder, palms sliding over every inch of her mounds, thumbs flicking the swollen tips in quick, teasing circles. Her breasts overflowed his hands, spilling between his fingers, skin flushed hot and glistening with a thin layer of fresh sweat. Every knead made them jiggle and sway, nipples dragging against his rough palms, sending little jolts through her body that she couldn't hide.
"Nnh…" She bit her lower lip hard, trying to swallow the next moan, but it slipped out anyway, a low, trembling that made Mike chuckle darkly behind her.
Aunt Marie's breathing turned ragged. Her hips twitched forward once.
Mike stopped abruptly, pulling back just enough to leave Aunt Marie gasping. Her chest heaved, a shaky breath escaping her lips as the sudden lack of stimulation hit her like cold water. Relief flickered across her flushed face, but when she glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes widened in surprise at his sudden halt.
"Come here." His voice came low and commanding. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the towel that had been wrapped around his waist aside. It landed in a damp heap on the floor. His cock sprang free thick, veined, and fully erect bobbing heavily in the air, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum.
Aunt Marie's gaze dropped to it instantly. Her cheeks burned darker. She quickly turned her head away, swallowing hard.
Slowly, hesitantly, she shifted on the bed, turning her body around. She crawled forward on her knees, the mattress dipping under her weight, until she reached him.
Mike leaned back against the headrest, legs spread casually, one hand resting on his thigh like he owned the room. He watched her approach with that same smug half-smile, then reached out and grabbed her waist. In one smooth pull, he dragged her onto his lap.
She straddled him facing forward, knees sinking into the sheets on either side of his hips. Her thighs framed his body loosely, but there was no escaping the heat radiating between them. His cock rested upright between their stomachs—hot, hard, and throbbing. Its length pressed right against her slit without entering.
The moment the slick head brushed her sensitive folds, a violent shiver raced up her spine. She whimpered softly and shifted her hips, trying to ease away from the contact, but every tiny movement only dragged her wet lips along his shaft, coating him with more of her arousal.
Mike's hands clamped down on her waist again, fingers digging into soft flesh. He yanked her forward hard, closing the last inch of space. Her heavy breasts smashed against his chest, nipples scraping over his skin. Before she could protest, he captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
His lips were rough, demanding. He tilted her head back with one hand tangled in her white hair and plunged his tongue inside without hesitation. Aunt Marie stiffened at first, a muffled sound caught in her throat, but then her resistance crumbled. Her tongue met his shyly licks turning into slow, swirling strokes as he dominated the kiss.
Saliva mixed, wet and messy, strings of it stretching between their lips every time they parted for air. She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue, her body melting despite herself.
"Such a sweet mouth you've got." Mike broke the kiss with a wet pop, a thin trail of spit connecting their lips for a second before snapping.
He didn't give her time to breathe. His mouth moved to her neck hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing down the sensitive column of her throat. He sucked hard enough to leave faint red marks, teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp and arch. Her head fell back, offering more of her neck without thinking, fingers clutching weakly at his shoulders.
Lower still. His lips brushed the upper swell of her breasts, then closed around one dark pink nipple. He sucked it into his mout hard, tongue flicking the stiff peak in quick, relentless circles. Aunt Marie cried out, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The motion dragged her soaked pussy along his cock again, coating the underside in slick heat.
Her head fell back. Her eyes became hazy with the kiss and all the stimulation from his touch.
His teeth clamped around the swollen nipple, sharp but controlled, tugging just enough to send a jolt of pain-pleasure straight between her legs.
"Ooh... don't bite... mmh." She yelped, back bowing, hands flying to his head like she didn't know whether to push him away or pull him closer. Her thighs trembled around his hips, pussy clenching on nothing, dripping down his shaft in slow, warm stream.
Mike growled against her breast, the vibration humming through her flesh, before switching to the other nipple—sucking, licking, then biting again. Each sharp tug made her cry out louder, hips rocking in tiny, helpless circles, grinding her clit along the thick ridge of his cock without meaning to.
To be continued…
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