Arin didn't give her even a heartbeat to recover.
He crushed his mouth against hers, swallowing the last of her breath. Her eyes flew open, wide and stunned, locking onto his without a shred of escape. She tried to pull away; his left hand instantly slid to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, anchoring her exactly where he wanted her.
*slurp—slurp—slurp*
"Mmph—! Mmp…!"
The muffled protests died against his tongue. He gave her no room, no mercy, no voice.
Her lashes trembled. Slowly, those defiant eyes began to squint, heavy with a pleasure she had never known a kiss could give.
'What is happening to me… why am I letting him do this? Gods, my body… it's never felt a kiss like this… her mind screamed, but her lips only parted wider for him'.
Arin's right hand glided over the fevered skin of her bare abdomen. Slow circles at first (teasing, deliberate), then faster, harder, claiming every inch he touched.
*slurp—slurp*
*rub—rub—rub*
Her thighs snapped together. Her knees buckled. Tremors raced up her legs, but her gaze never broke from his. She was caught, utterly, deliciously trapped.
Minutes blurred into eternity.
When he finally tore his mouth away, a single silver strand of saliva stretched between their lips, snapped, and slid down the valley of her chest, glistening like liquid starlight.
She sagged against him, legs trembling so violently she would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding her up, chest heaving with desperate little pants.
"Ahn… harder, Arin… please, rub me harder…" The plea slipped out in a voice so shamelessly slutty it didn't even sound like hers.
He answered with a dark chuckle.
Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers straight into her soaked heat.
"ANHHH~~!"
No permission asked. None needed.
He took her exactly how he wanted (deep, ruthless strokes that curled just right). A third finger joined the assault (index, middle, ring), stretching her, filling her, driving all the way to the knuckles with every thrust.
*shlick—shlick—shlick—shlick*
"Annh~! Annh~!"
Her moans spilled out in perfect rhythm, higher, needier, broken.
The pressure coiled, unbearable, years of pent-up desire detonating all at once. Her mind went blissfully blank.
And then she broke.
*shff-CRACK*
*pssssshlrrrrrrp—sssshhhhhh!*
A hot, violent gush soaked straight through her yoga pants, flooding down her trembling thighs in thick, shimmering pulses.
"ANNHHH~~~ <3<3<3" Her head snapped back, spine arching into a perfect bow. Tongue lolled out, eyes rolled white, face twisted into the most beautifully ruined ahegao (pure, mindless ecstasy carved across every feature).
Arin eased his fingers free with deliberate slowness, letting her slick coat his skin. He lifted his hand and let the glistening strands drip onto her heaving chest, painting her flushed skin until it gleamed like polished pearl under the light.
She stayed there, shaking, dripping, utterly claimed (and still helplessly staring up at him with those rolled-back, love-drunk eyes).
'Did I really break her with just my fingers?' Arin thought, a dark chuckle echoing in his chest. 'Heh… wait till she sees what's next'.
Arin's gaze raked down her already-naked torso, her breasts fully exposed and heaving from the moment he'd started touching her.
*boing-boing*
Her breasts spilled free, impossibly fair against the rest of her flushed skin, faint white tan lines from her bra straps framing the perfect swell. Wide, dusky areolas crowned with stiff, aching nipples that pointed straight at him like accusations. Arin's mouth actually fell open.
While she was still drifting in that dazed, post-orgasm fog, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her soaked yoga pants and ripped them down her thighs in one rough pull, the drenched fabric peeling away from her skin with a wet, obscene sound. Leaving her completely, breathtakingly bare.
He shoved his own pants down just far enough, knelt between her thighs on the bed, and spread her wide. The head of his cock (thick, heavy, veined) dragged slowly up and down her dripping folds.
"H-Huh…?" The sound was faint, confused.
She lifted her head, blinking back to reality, and her gaze locked on the monster in his hand.
"No… Arin, wait, not without a condom," she whispered, voice trembling.
Then her gaze dropped fully onto him.
Her lips parted. A stunned, breathless squeak escaped.
"It's… it's triple my ex-husband's…!"
The words slipped out in pure shock, raw and unfiltered. Her face detonated into scarlet the instant she heard herself say it. She slapped a trembling hand over her mouth, eyes wide with mortified heat, but the confession was already out, hanging heavy in the air like a filthy little secret she never meant to voice.
Arin paused, letting her stare, letting the heat of his cock rest right against her entrance.
"Aunty," he said, voice low and serious, "I swear I'll pull out."
Their eyes met. Something electric passed between them. Her resistance melted like sugar in rain.
"…Okay," she whispered, cheeks burning, chest still heaving. "Just… just this once. Then we forget everything that happened today, okay?"
Arin's smile was soft, almost boyish. "Thank you, Aunty. You're the best. I love you."
Fresh heat flooded her face. She braced her hands behind her on the mattress, arms trembling, eyes glued to the thick, pulsing length now sliding through her folds again.
He leaned forward, guiding himself to her entrance.
'Fuck… so warm. So tight. How is a divorced woman still this tight?'. He thought, breath catching.
The fat head breached her.
"Ahhh~!" Her moan was raw, head falling back instantly.
Arin descended, chest pressing against her bare breasts, nipples dragging deliciously across his skin. She rolled her head forward again, eyes hazy, lips parted. He sealed them with his own.
*mmchu—mmph—shlrrrp*
A wicked, demonic grin flashed across his mind.
He drew his hips back (slow, teasing), then slammed forward in one brutal, buried-to-the-hilt thrust that punched the air from her lungs and lit every nerve in her body on fire.
"MMMPHHH!!"
Her eyes snapped wide, pupils blown, as the devastating jolt of pleasure detonated behind them.
He didn't ease into it. He didn't pretend to be gentle.
Arin pulled back until only the swollen head remained inside her, then slammed home again, balls-deep in one vicious stroke.
*PLAP!*
Her entire body jolted.
He did it again.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
The rhythm turned savage: hard, wet, skin-on-skin impacts that echoed through the room like gunshots soaked in lust. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs and forced another broken moan straight into his mouth.
"Mmph~! Mmph~! Mmph~!". She couldn't speak, couldn't think, could only take it while their tongues tangled and her walls fluttered helplessly around the thick cock splitting her open.
*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!*
The bedframe rattled. Her breasts bounced wildly against his chest. Droplets of her earlier release flicked off their joined bodies with every brutal collision.
'Hehe… just listen to that sound, Aunty', Arin thought, the filthy grin in his mind widening with every wet slap.
'That's the sound of you becoming mine. My perfect, personal MILF slut. And we're only getting started'.