Flooding the bed for Arthur An Age Gap Watersports Messy Erotica #4
He felt a profound surge of masculine power roaring through his veins; he was a man in his late sixties, yet this flawless, 21-year-old girl was completely unraveling under his hands.
His own cock was fully, rigidly hard now—a thick, heavy, dark-veined rod of mature meat that pulsed proudly against his stomach, the swollen purple head glistening with a heavy, sticky dollop of clear pre-cum.
"You've been a very patient, very good little girl, Chloe," Arthur rumbled, his gravelly voice dropping an octave, sounding rough and commanding as he shifted his position on the mattress.
"But it's time to see how well you can take care of an old man's needs while I take care of yours. Turn around for me. Put your face between my legs."
The explicit command sent a violent jolt of adrenaline straight to Chloe’s core.
Her mind spun at the sheer taboo of what he was asking.
Oh god, we’re going to do 69, her thoughts screamed, her pulse hammering in her ears as she scrambled to shift her weight on the bed.
I’m going to have his big, mature dick right in my face while he eats me out.
He’s older than my dad, and I’m about to taste him.
It’s so fucking dirty. I want it so bad.
With clumsy, eager haste, Chloe flipped her body, reversing her position on the bed.
She crawled upward, her smooth, pale knees sliding across the sheets until her head was positioned directly between Arthur’s heavy, silver-haired thighs.
At the same time, Arthur shifted his bulk, rising onto his hands and knees to hover directly over her face, his broad, mature torso shielding her from the rest of the room.
The visual contrast of their bodies in the 69 position was stunningly explicit.
Chloe’s hairless, bright pink youthful pussy was lifted straight into the air, positioned perfectly level with Arthur’s lined face and silver beard.
Directly above her mouth, his massive, dark-veined mature cock hung down like a heavy iron rod, throbbing with every beat of his heart, casting a long shadow across her lips.
Without a single word of hesitation, they breached the gap simultaneously.
Arthur lowered his face, burying his nose and lips directly into the soaking-wet valley of her pussy lips. At the exact same moment, Chloe parted her lips, opening her mouth wide, and swallowed the swollen, glistening purple head of his mature shaft.
Slurp... squelch... suck.
The motel room was instantly filled with a loud, incredibly sloppy, explicit symphony of oral worship.
Chloe had never tasted a real man before.
Arthur tasted clean, heavy, and intensely masculine, the sheer thickness of his dark-veined meat stretching her jaw wide open as she slid her lips down his shaft.
She used her hands to grip his heavy thighs, her small fingers digging into his mature muscles as she began to bob her head in a fast, eager rhythm, determined to show him how much she worshiped his experience.
But Arthur was the one in control, and his tongue was a weapon of absolute destruction.
He didn't just lick her politely; he parted her dripping lips with his thumbs and delivered a long, flat, heavy-pressure stroke of his wet tongue directly from the base of her pussy all the way up to her engorged, throbbing clit.
He flattened his tongue against the hyper-sensitive bud, swirling it in tight, fast, punishing circles that sent a blinding jolt of pure, white-hot ecstasy straight to Chloe’s brain.
"Mmph! Ahhh!" Chloe tried to shriek, but the sound was completely muffled, swallowed by the thick length of Arthur’s cock filling her mouth.
Her back arched violently off the mattress, her toes curling into knots as Arthur accelerated the pace.
He was ruthless, using his lips to suck her entire clit into his mouth, creating a tight, vacuum-like seal while his experienced tongue flicked rapidly against the pulsing nerve endings.
The messy, squishing noises of his mouth against her drenched flesh grew louder and louder, his silver beard becoming completely soaked, glistening with a thick, frothy mixture of her overflowing pussy juices and his own saliva.
Arthur’s breathing was completely ragged now, his chest heaving as the intense, slick friction of Chloe’s tight mouth worked wonders on his mature length.
He could feel her internal walls twitching from across the bed, her hips jerking in a series of frantic, involuntary spasms that signaled her total surrender.
She is ready, Arthur thought, his jaw clenching hard as he dug his tongue even deeper into her wet cleft, driving her straight toward a shattering, first-time breakthrough.
She is completely mine now. I'm going to break this little slut wide open.
The frantic, slick friction of the 69 position had pushed Chloe’s 21-year-old body past the absolute point of no return.
The small motel room felt completely claustrophobic, the air heavy, dense, and superheated by the raw, uninhibited lust vibrating between their contrasting bodies.
The only sounds in the dim amber light were the explicit, messy, wet noises of their mutual oral worship—the rhythmic slurp-squelch of Chloe’s mouth sliding along Arthur’s thick, mature length, and the heavy, flat, punishing lap of Arthur’s tongue destroying her swollen pussy lips.
Chloe’s mind was entirely fractured. The sheer taboo of tasting a man in his late sixties while he feasted on her hairless, bright pink flesh had short-circuited her nervous system.
She was clutching his heavy, silver-haired thighs so tightly her knuckles were white, her hips jerking upward in a desperate, involuntary rhythm, practically begging his face for more pressure.
Her internal pussy walls were twitching violently, contracting around an unimaginable pressure that was building deep within her lower abdomen—a heavy, fluid tension she had never experienced in her life.
Oh god, what is happening to me? Chloe thought, her eyes rolling back behind her closed lids as her mouth desperately sucked on his throbbing head. It feels too much. It feels like I’m going to pee, but it’s so hot. His tongue is completely ruining me. I’m going to explode. I can't stop it!
Arthur felt the telltale, violent tremors rippling through her youthful thighs.
He knew exactly what that building, frantic pressure meant.
He had decades of experience, and he could feel her pussy lips expanding, hardening, and engorging to an absolute crisis point.
Instead of backing off, the silver-haired older man doubled down on his assault.
He reached up with his large, weathered hands, gripping her hips with a bruising, unyielding hold to pin her pelvis tightly against his face.
He opened his mouth wide, flattening his wet tongue, and delivered three fast, heavy, high-pressure friction-strokes directly across her hyper-sensitive clit.
That was the absolute breaking point. The internal dam inside Chloe’s body completely snapped.
"MMMMPH!!!" Chloe let out a muffled, deafening shriek into the meat of his shaft, her entire body locking up into a rigid, trembling board. Her back arched so violently off the mattress that only her shoulders and heels touched the sheets.
Instantly, her urethra spasmed, and she experienced her very first squirt. A massive, high-velocity torrent of her sweet, clear, pressurized fluids erupted from her center like a fountain, blasting directly into Arthur’s face.
Splush! Squirrrrrt!
The explicit, violent sound of the fluid hitting his face echoed loudly off the quiet motel walls.
The heavy fountain of her release sprayed directly over his nose, his cheeks, and straight into his thick silver beard, completely blinding him.
It didn't stop with just one burst. As Chloe’s clit continued to pulse with a shattering orgasm, her body contracted three more times, sending successive, heavy waves of clear squirt splashing over his forehead and running down his mature, lined neck in a thick, hot deluge.
The sheer volume of her first-time squirt was staggering.
It completely drenched Arthur, soaking through his silver facial hair and dripping off his chin onto his own chest.
The fluid cascaded down her perineum and flooded the mattress, instantly soaking through the white sheets, creating a massive, dark, dripping puddle that ruined the bed beneath them.
Arthur was completely intoxicated by the wet assault.
He let out a low, muffled roar of pure masculine triumph against her lower stomach, entirely unfazed by being covered in her juices.
Instead, he eagerly opened his mouth, lapping up the sweet, hot spray as it poured over his lips, drinking in the explicit evidence of her total, youthful surrender.
Her pussy was still violently twitching against his mouth, leaking a thick, frothy mixture of her natural cream and the remnants of her fountain-like release.
I completely broke her, Arthur thought, his chest heaving as he wiped a sleeve of clear fluid from his eyes, his heart hammering with a savage, youthful vitality. She squirted like a literal fountain for an old man. She’s completely drenched the bed for me. Now, she’s ready for the real claim.
Chloe slowly collapsed back onto the soaked mattress, her mouth sliding off his cock, leaving his dark-veined shaft glistening with her thick saliva.
She lay there panting, her chest heaving violently as she stared up at the ceiling with wide, glazed, entirely ruined eyes.
She could feel the heavy, cold wetness of her own fluids completely covering her lower back and thighs, and when she looked down, she saw the silver fox hovering over her, his face and beard completely dripping wet with her squirt.
"Look what you did, my dirty little slut," Arthur whispered, his rough, gravelly voice thick with absolute pride as he shifted his bulk, moving up the bed to look down into her melted face. "You just soaked this entire bed for me. Are you ready to feel how hard an old man can fuck you now?"
Chloe could only nod weakly, her lips parting in a panting gasp, her body completely primed, dripping, and desperate to finally feel his mature cock deep inside her tight, ruined pussy.