The Cruise Ship Hotwife An Age Gap Hotwife Erotica #5
"I can't... oh god, I'm right on the edge! I'm going to cum so hard!"
Lisa shrieked, her voice a breathless, desperate wail that bounced off the cabin walls.
Her fingers clawed deep lines into his weathered shoulders as her tight pussy walls began to twitch and contract in a series of violent, frantic spasms, clamping down on his shaft like a vice.
"Everett... please! I need it! Fuck your dirty little slut!"
Across the room, Matt stood entirely naked at the foot of the bed, his knees shaking as he stroked his own iron-hard length in a frantic, aggressive rhythm.
His chest was heaving violently, his face slick with sweat as he watched the silver-haired musician push his wife's body to its absolute threshold.
He was completely captivated by the raw debauchery, loving how utterly ruined his gorgeous wife looked under the command of a man old enough to be her father.
"Look at how she's taking it, Everett!" Matt groaned out, his voice thick, ragged, and heavy with lust. "She's your dirty little whore tonight! Milk that old cock inside her! Ruin her face!"
The explicit permission from her husband, combined with the crushing, rhythmic pressure of Lisa’s intense climax clamping down around his shaft, blew away the last remaining shred of Everett's restraint.
His internal muscles locked up, his thick abdominal muscles tensing into iron bands as a blinding, burning wave of heat boiled over in his lower abdomen.
The stamina of his late sixties had been pushed to its absolute crisis point, and his body was ready to deliver its massive reservation.
With a low, guttural, animalistic roar that rattled deep in his chest, Everett gripped her waist with a bruising, vise-like hold. He delivered three more brutal, deep, pelvic-shattering thrusts, burying his steel-hard meat to the absolute hilt, before his own stamina completely snapped.
Just as the explosive, hot climax hit his core, Everett hauled his thick, dark-veined shaft completely out of her pulsing, wet pussy with a heavy, wet pop.
He grabbed Lisa by her hair, his long, experienced piano-playing fingers tangling into her messy locks, and pulled her head back to force her face directly beneath his twitching length.
Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!
Everett let out a loud, breathless wheeze as his cock erupted, blasting a heavy, thick wave of burning-hot, white cum directly across her beautiful, flushed face.
The first powerful, high-velocity rope shot straight across her forehead, splashing heavily over her skin before running down her brow in a thick, sticky stream.
He didn't stop pulsing. Everett tensed his thighs, jerking his hips forward as he continued to stroke his rigid length in a fast, heavy-friction rhythm, milking out every single drop of his massive reservation.
The next thick rope of hot semen blasted directly onto her closed eyelids and across her nose, while the following stream caught her right on her open, panting lips.
Lisa eagerly parted her mouth, letting the thick, warm glaze of the older man's cum coat her tongue and coat her chin.
The room was filled with the explicit, messy sounds of his semen colliding with her skin.
Splat, splat. Everett’s hand worked frantically, painting her face in a beautiful, messy tribute that ran down her jawline and dripped onto her bare neck.
The final, thick glob of white cum leaked from the purple slit of his twitching cock, landing right on her cheek, sealing her status as a thoroughly used hotwife.
As the final drop fell, Lisa’s body completely gave out. Her head fell back against the pillows, her face a sticky, ruined masterpiece of his thick cum, her eyes glazed over with absolute, post-coital bliss. She lay there panting, her chest heaving violently, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink.
The silence returned to the luxury cabin, heavy, thick, and deeply satisfied.
Everett stood over her for a long moment, his chest heaving as his breathing slowly began to regulate.
He looked down at the beautiful, messy sight of her face, a slow, proud smirk replacing his dominant expression.
He looked over at Matt, who had finally let out his own explosive release onto the carpet, the two men sharing a silent, knowing nod of total respect.
Lisa turned her head slightly, looking up at Everett through her sticky, tangled bangs. A warm, incredibly slutty smirk spread across her lips as she used her finger to swipe a trail of his cum from her cheek, licking it clean before looking up into his mature eyes.
"That," Lisa whispered, her voice thick and breathless with satisfaction, "was hands down the best performance of the cruise. Thank you, Everett."
Everett grinned, a charming, grandfatherly warmth returning to his mature face as he collapsed onto the mattress right beside her, completely exhausted but deeply fulfilled.
The morning sun would eventually rise over the Atlantic, and he would have to go back to playing jazz melodies for the cruise guests, but as they lay wrapped in the ruined sheets of the luxury suite, they all knew this vacation would never be forgotten.