MILF Paradise System-Chapter 214: GILF Was Too Warm

I kept licking her from behind, dragging slow, wet, long strokes of my tongue from her dripping pussy up to her tight asshole and back down again. Each pass was deliberate, flattening my tongue wide to cover as much of her as possible, tasting every inch of her slick folds, circling her swollen clit briefly before sliding up to tease the puckered ring of her ass.

I devoured her like a starving man dying of thirst, lips sealed against her pussy, tongue probing deep, sucking gently on her clit before plunging back inside her entrance.

Slurp. Slurp.

The wet, filthy sounds echoed off the shower tiles, loud and unashamed. Her juices coated my tongue, my lips, my chin, thick, warm, tangy sweetness that dripped from my face in steady drops.

"Ahh... it’s so tasty," I groaned against her pussy, voice muffled as I buried my face deeper between her cheeks. My saliva was everywhere, smeared across her swollen lips, pooling around her clit, dripping down her inner thighs, while fresh juices kept leaking from her pussy, running over my tongue and chin in a constant flow.

Then I shoved my tongue inside Olivia’s warm, mature pussy, pushing as deep as I could, fucking her with slow, steady thrusts of my tongue. Her inner walls were so wet and hot, clenching around me like they wanted to pull me in deeper.

She tasted even sweeter inside, rich, musky, addictive, and I groaned into her as I worked my tongue in circles, stretching her, tasting every fold.

"Fuck... oh God..." Olivia moaned, her voice cracking as she pushed her ass back harder against my face. Her hand flew to the back of my head while she stayed on one hand and knees in doggy position, fingers tangling in my wet hair and pulling me in tighter.

She was going crazy, her body was shaking, her thighs trembling as my tongue fucked her deeply, curling and thrusting, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Her pussy kept clenching around my tongue like it was my dick, spasming with every deep plunge, fresh gushes of wetness flooding my mouth.

I kept her ass cheeks spread wide with both hands, fingers digging firmly into the soft, reddened flesh, holding her open so I could devour her completely.

After tongue-fucking her pussy for a while, I moved higher, pressing my tongue flat against her puckered asshole. I circled the tight ring slowly at first, teasing the sensitive skin, feeling it twitch and relax under my touch, before pushing the tip inside.

I tongue-fucked her asshole with steady, deliberate thrusts, sliding in and out, stretching her gently, loosening the tight hole in preparation for what was coming next.

My cock was painfully throbbing between my legs, thick, veined, head swollen and dripping precum in steady drops onto the wet tile, desperate to shove deep into that same hole, to stretch her wide and fill her completely.

Olivia moaned louder, high, broken sounds that echoed off the shower walls, as my tongue plunged deeper into her ass. Her hips rocked back instinctively, pushing her cheeks harder against my face, trying to take more.

"Ahh... Alex... yes... deeper..." she gasped, her thighs trembling, pussy leaking fresh juices down her inner thighs even as I focused on her asshole.

While I was lost in eating out her ass, tongue buried deep in her tight, twitching hole, swirling and thrusting slowly to loosen her up, someone knocked on the door.

Knock. Knock.

The sound cut through the steam and Olivia’s soft moans. I froze for a second, my tongue still pressed against her asshole, then pulled back reluctantly. My lips and chin were slick with her arousal and the shower water, my face flushed from the heat and the taste of her.

I remembered Tiffany had said earlier that she’d come to my room at night, and we would enjoy ourselves away from everyone. It might be her knocking now.

But I wasn’t satisfied yet. I hadn’t even put my dick in any of Olivia’s holes. Her thick, mature body was trembling under my hands, her ass cheeks still spread wide, her pussy dripping down her thighs, her asshole puckering and begging for my cock.

Sending Tiffany away felt like the only option, I needed an excuse to keep this night just for Olivia.

I pulled my face back and slowly stood up, ready to go and answer the door.

"Alex... where are you going?" Olivia asked, voice panicked and needy. She pushed her ass back toward my face instinctively, like she couldn’t bear to lose my tongue inside her asshole even for a second.

"Let’s take this to bed," I said, standing up fully behind her. "Why don’t you dry off your hair, and yourself?"

Her long gray hair was soaking wet from the shower, clinging to her back and shoulders in dark, heavy strands. I didn’t want our bed getting soaked while we slept connected, my cock buried deep inside her all night.

"Yeah... I’ll be there," Olivia said, voice still shaky with arousal. She stood up carefully, legs trembling a little, and reached for the hair dryer on the bathroom counter. Water droplets ran down her mature curves, over her heavy breasts, down her soft belly, between her thick thighs, as she turned it on, warm air already starting to lift the damp strands.

I grabbed a fresh towel from the rack, wrapped it around my waist to cover my still-hard cock, thick and throbbing, head leaking precum onto the cloth, and headed out of the bathroom. The cool air in the bedroom hit my wet skin, making me shiver slightly as I walked to the door.

As I was walking toward the door, my phone buzzed with a few more notifications in quick succession. I remembered all the MILFs I’d left back in the city, messages piling up from them, probably wondering where I’d disappeared to or sending teasing photos and voice notes to lure me back.

I should make some time to reply to them soon, keep them hooked and eager for when I returned, I thought.

I opened the door.

I was fully expecting Tiffany, but to my surprise it was Brittany and Gloria standing there, both dressed in the tiniest nightwear I’d ever seen.