Seaside Surrender: The Widower’s Wild Craving for Petite Temptation
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Chapter 1: Balcony Glance and Brewing Heat
Marcus leaned against the villa’s sun-warmed railing, the salty ocean breeze whipping through his silver-streaked black hair. At sixty-five, the retired shipping exec still cut an imposing figure—six-foot-two, two-twenty pounds of gym-honed muscle under sun-kissed skin, a faint salt-and-pepper shadow on his strong jaw.
He’d come to this tropical beachfront paradise to escape the empty echoes of his Palm Springs mansion, widowed two years now after Elena’s slow fade from heart failure. No kids, fat bank account, but the nights stretched long without touch. Porn helped, sure, but nothing beat real heat.
Below, by the infinity pool’s turquoise shimmer, a girl worked. Not the burly local he’d expected from the rental service. This one—fiery red curls cascading to her mid-back, freckles dusting porcelain skin—bent over scrubbing tiles. Riley, her embroidered tank top read, from Coastal Cleaners. Twenty-three, maybe, but her five-foot-one frame screamed barely legal fantasy, perky B-cups straining the fabric, hips swaying in cutoff denim shorts that hugged her tight little ass.
Her green eyes flicked up, catching his stare. She straightened, wiping sweat from her brow, a playful grin splitting her full lips. The sun glinted off her skin, slick and inviting.
“Hey, mister! Need anything?” Her voice carried light, teasing, laced with that island lilt.
Marcus’s cock twitched in his board shorts. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, come up for a cold drink. It’s brutal out there.”
She bounded up the outdoor stairs, curls bouncing, close enough now he caught her scent—coconut lotion mixed with fresh sweat, mouthwatering. Handshake electric, her small palm lost in his.
“Riley,” she said, eyes sparkling mischief. “You’re the big shot renting the whole villa? Lucky me, drew the short straw.”
They clinked glasses of rum punch on the balcony. Her laugh tinkled like wind chimes as she sipped, thigh brushing his accidentally-on-purpose.
Poolside Spark Ignites
One spill changed it all. She gestured wildly recounting a dumb story, her glass tipping, icy liquid splashing across his lap. “Oh shit! Mr. Marcus, I’m so sorry!”
Her hands flew to his thighs, dabbing with a napkin, fingers grazing the growing bulge. She froze, eyes widening, but didn’t pull away. Instead, her touch lingered, tracing the outline through wet fabric.
“Let me fix this,” she whispered, voice husky. “Please don’t dock my pay. I’ll… make it right. Anything.”
Heat surged in Marcus’s veins. This tiny vixen, offering herself? He gripped her wrist, pulled her closer. Her breath hitched, nipples poking through her tank like diamonds.
“Show me how sorry you are, Riley.” 🔥
Chapter 2: Kneeling Submission and Salty Worship
Down on the balcony tiles, Riley knelt between his spread legs, the ocean roar masking her soft whimpers. Marcus’s board shorts yanked down, his thick seven-inch cock sprang free—veiny, uncut, balls heavy and hairy from neglect.
She stared, licking plump lips glossy with punch residue. “God, it’s huge. Bet it tastes like sin.”
Her tiny hands wrapped the base, barely circling its girth. Tongue flicked the slit, lapping precum like nectar, salty-sweet tang exploding on her tastebuds. Marcus groaned, fingers tangling in her wild red curls, guiding her down.
She engulfed him greedily, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing to take half his length. Gagging wetly, saliva dribbling down his shaft, pooling on his sack. Her green eyes watered up at him, innocent yet feral.
“Fuck my face, old man. Use me like your dirty little slut.”
He did. Hips bucking, he skull-fucked her with raw grunts, the slap of his heavy balls against her chin echoing. She hummed vibrations around him, nails raking his thighs, drawing red lines that stung deliciously.
Scent of her arousal wafted up—musky, drizzling down her shorts. Her free hand dove between her legs, rubbing furiously.
Climax hit like a tidal wave. Marcus roared, flooding her mouth with thick ropes of cum, bitter and creamy. She swallowed most, some spilling out, streaking her freckled chin. Coughing, she milked him dry, tongue bathing every inch, savoring the mess.
“Mmm, daddy’s seed is so thick. More where that came from?” She wiped her mouth, standing, peeling off her soaked tank. Perky tits bounced free, pink nipples hard as pebbles, areolas pebbled with goosebumps.
Marcus pulled her onto his lap, crushing her against his chest. Her skin burned fever-hot, smooth as silk under callused palms.
Teasing Flesh Unveiled
Shorts shimmied off, revealing a bald, puffy pussy—lips swollen, clit peeking like a pearl. No panties. She ground against his thigh, smearing juices, the slick glide intoxicating.
“Taste me now,” she begged, voice breathy whine.
He flipped her onto the lounger, diving in.
Chapter 3: Poolside Plunge into Carnal Depths 💋
The pool water lapped cool against their fevered skin as Marcus carried Riley down, her legs wrapped his waist, nails digging into his broad back. New scene, impulsive—dumping her into the shallow end, her squeal turning to moan as he followed.
Chorine sharpness mixed with her tangy pussy scent. He pinned her against the pool wall, waves sloshing over pert tits. Mouth latched her nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
“Ow, yes! Bite harder, make it hurt good!” Her cries bounced off villa walls, distant waves crashing in rhythm.
His fingers plunged her sopping cunt—two thick digits stretching tight walls, curling to hit that spongy spot. She bucked, water splashing, clit throbbing under his thumb’s rough circles.
“Gonna squirt for me, baby girl? Flood this pool with your girl cum?”
“Fuck yes, stretch my tiny hole!” Orgasm ripped her, pussy clenching vise-like, a gush mixing with chlorine, her screams raw and animal.
He spun her around, ass up on pool step. That peachy globes parted, pink rosebud winking. Tongue delved her crack, rimming the puckered hole, musky earthiness flooding his senses.
“Never… oh god, eat my ass, Marcus!” She pushed back, grinding on his face, juices dripping from pussy to mingle flavors.
Cock rigid again, he mounted her doggy-style in the water, slamming balls-deep. Her walls milked him, velvety heat gripping like a fist. Slaps of wet flesh, her curls plastered wild, freckles flushing red.
“Pound me, daddy! Wreck my cunt!” Each thrust bottomed out, cervix kissing his helmet, pain-pleasure blurring.
He pulled her hair, arching her back, railing mercilessly till stars burst. Pulled out, spun her, came across her tits—pearly strands mixing with pool water, her fingers scooping to suck clean.
Watery Afterglow Tease
Floating tangled, breaths syncing with tides. But lust reignited quick. “Bedroom now,” he growled. “Gonna ruin you proper.”
Chapter 4: Bedroom Conquest and Raw Ravaging
Trail of wet footprints to the master suite, king bed draped in white linens reeking of starch and sea air. Marcus tossed Riley down, her body bouncing, red curls fanning like fire.
Naked, he loomed over her—muscular chest heaving, cock angling up angry purple. She spread eagle, pussy gaping slightly, inner pink glistening, scent heady and ripe.
“Devour me whole,” she purred, pinching nipples till they purpled.
He crawled up, kissing salty skin—neck hollow, collarbone. Sucked tits till she arched, then lower. Belly button tongued, hips bucking. Finally, face buried in her mound, nose grinding clit, tongue spearing her hole.
Taste exploded—tart honey, addictive. He slurped obscenely, lips smacking, fingers spreading lips wide for deeper laps. Her thighs quivered around his ears, heels digging shoulders.
“I’m your fucktoy! Lap my sloppy cunt!” Gush after gush, she came twice, flooding his beard.
Rising, he notched his beast at her entrance. One brutal thrust buried him, her scream piercing. “Too big! Splits me open!” But legs locked ankles behind him, urging deeper.
He hammered missionary, bed creaking, sweat-slick bodies sliding. Pussy farted air around his girth, lewd squelches filling room. Grabbed her throat lightly, eyes locking—hers wild, pupils blown.
“Choke me while you breed me, old bull!”
Thrusts piston-like, balls slapping ass. Flipped to cowgirl, her tiny frame impaled, tits jiggling as she rode savage. Reverse, ass cheeks spread, watching his cock disappear.
Climax built. “Cum inside! Fill my womb!” He exploded, jetting deep, overflow creaming out around his shaft. She ground through her peak, milking every drop.
Post-Fuck Glow and New Urges
Collapsed entwined, cum leaking slow. But his cock stirred against her thigh. “Ass next, slut.”
Her eyes lit wicked. 🔥
Chapter 5: Shower Soak and Anal Initiation
En-suite shower steamed, rain heads pounding like tropical storm. New ritual—Marcus soaping her lithe body, hands roaming possessive. Lather foamed over freckles, down to her ass crack.
Finger circled her virgin rosebud, slick with gel. “Relax, gonna claim this too.”
She bent over marble bench, cheeks spread. Tongue first, loosening, then one finger probing tight ring. She moaned, pushing back. “More… make it yours.”
Two fingers scissoring, prostate-milking waves hitting her. Pussy dripped anew, shower water rinsing clean.
Cockhead nudged, popping past sphincter with her yelp. Inch by inch, till balls-deep in vice-grip heat. “Fuuuck, burns so good! Rape my shithole!”
He reamed slow then feral, water sluicing over joined flesh, slaps echoing. Her hand flew to clit, double-penetrating herself with fingers.
“Gape me wide, daddy! Turn me out!” Orgasms chained—hers anal-first, spasming rectum clamping him milk-like. He pulled out, hosing her back with seed, watching it swirl drain-ward.
Toweled roughly, carried to kitchen for next round.
Kitchen Counter Carnage
Night fell, but hunger raged. Marble island, Riley bent over, ass plugged with thumb. New scene—him eating mango slices off her pussy, sticky juice mixing cum remnants.
“Feed me your cock while I munch,” she gasped.
Chapter 6: Dawn Departure and Eternal Crave
Sunrise painted waves gold as they fucked one last time on the beach—sand gritty under skin, salt crusting lips. Marcus prone-boned her, cock churning creamy mess from night-long breedings.
Her cries mixed gull screams. “Never forget this cock owning me!”
Final creampie, pulling her curls, marking territory. They dressed slow, touches lingering. Her uniform tank hung loose, hiding bruises badges of war.
“Come back tomorrow?” he murmured, palm cupping ass.
“Every day till you leave. My pussy’s addicted.” Kiss bruised lips, tasting salt, cum, fruit.
Villa emptied of echoes as she swayed away, hips hypnotic. Marcus watched from balcony, cock stirring anew. Retirement’s best perk: endless petite temptation.
But whispers promised return visits, cravings etched permanent in flesh and soul. 💋
