Wild Vows Unleashed 🔥
Alex lounged by the infinity pool at the Miami resort, the salty ocean breeze whipping through the palm fronds like a lover’s urgent whisper. Sweat beaded on his tanned chest, trickling down to the waistband of his swim trunks. He sipped a rum punch, eyes scanning the crowd of sun-kissed bodies. That’s when she caught his gaze—Lena, with her wild cascade of sun-bleached curls bouncing as she strutted poolside, bikini barely containing her athletic curves.
She dropped her towel on the chair next to him, smirking. “Mind if I crash your solitude, stranger?” Her voice was husky, laced with that Florida drawl that screamed trouble.
Alex grinned, shifting to make room. “Only if you share what’s in that beach bag. Looks loaded with secrets.”
Lena laughed, a throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to his groin. She was the bride’s daughter, he’d overheard—Vivian’s kid, all fire and no filter. They chatted easy, her tales of surfing rogue waves and backpacking through Europe painting her as untamed, wild in the best way. By the time the sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over the water, she leaned in close. “Mom’s freaking out about her wedding tomorrow. Thinks her old-school bikini line’s gonna peek through this slinky gown Ryan picked. You got steady hands? Bartender said you’re some kinda artist.”
Alex raised a brow, pulse quickening. Artist? Close enough—he sculpted metal back home, precision his trade. “Lead the way, wild child.”
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Chapter 1: Sun-Kissed Sparks 💋
The resort’s air hummed with conch shells and distant salsa beats as Alex trailed Lena up to the penthouse suite. Marble floors gleamed underfoot, cool against his flip-flops. Coconut lotion clung to Lena’s skin, mixing with the faint tang of chlorine from the pool. She punched in the code, the door hissing open like an invitation to sin.
Vivian spun from the vanity mirror, a silk robe hugging her ample hips and full breasts. Mid-forties, but her body screamed ripe confidence—soft thighs, a sway that pulled eyes like gravity. Her auburn waves framed a face flushed with nerves. “Lena, who’s this?”
“Alex, pool god. Fixes bush problems for panicked brides.” Lena winked, tossing her bag on the bed. Inside clinked razors, gels, trimmers—the arsenal for rebellion.
Vivian clutched her robe tighter, but her green eyes flickered with curiosity. Ryan, her fiancé, was downstairs schmoozing investors for his yacht business. Old money met new wildness in their match. “I can’t have… it spilling out. This dress is sheer silk. But strangers? Hours before vows?”
Alex stepped closer, bourbon from his earlier drink still warming his veins. “Think of me as the groom’s gift. No strings, just smooth results.” He caught the scent of her jasmine perfume, earthy and intoxicating.
Lena nudged her mom toward the en-suite spa bath, all steam and mosaic tiles. “Sit. Let the man work his magic. Ryan loves surprises.”
Vivian hesitated, then untied her robe. It pooled at her feet, revealing heavy tits with dark nipples hardening in the AC chill, a thicket of chestnut curls crowning her plump mound. Alex’s cock twitched. She settled on the vanity stool, legs parting shyly as Lena flicked on the trimmer’s buzz.
The vibration hummed through the air, thick with tension. Alex knelt, steady hands parting her thighs wider. Coarse hairs tumbled like dark snow. His knuckles grazed her slick folds accidentally—or not. Vivian gasped, a wet sheen blooming.
Chapter 2: Razor’s Edge Tease
Foam hissed from the can, cool and minty as Alex slathered it over Vivian’s mound. Her breath hitched, chest rising in ragged bursts. The mirror fogged slightly from her heat. “Easy there,” she murmured, but her hips tilted forward, greedy.
Lena hovered, biting her lip, one hand slipping under her bikini top to pinch a nipple. “Make it a wild triangle, Alex. Pointing right to paradise.”
He nodded, razor gliding smooth. Stroke by stroke, stubble vanished, revealing flushed skin. Pinky dipped low, circling her clit. Vivian moaned low, thighs quivering. The room smelled of mint and musk, her arousal sharp like sea salt after a storm.
“Feels… too good,” Vivian whispered, eyes locking on his in the mirror. “Like I’m already breaking vows.”
Alex rinsed the razor under warm water, the splash echoing. He traced the fresh shape—a bold, wild arrow above her slit. “Perfect. Taste it?” He offered a foam-flecked finger from her depths.
She sucked it clean, tongue swirling, groaning at her own tang—sweet, tangy, forbidden.
Lena stripped her bikini bottoms, perching on the tub edge. “My turn to watch up close.” Her fingers danced over her own shaved smoothness, parting lips to mirror her mom’s exposure.
Alex couldn’t resist. Two fingers plunged into Vivian, curling against her G-spot. She bucked, tits jiggling, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck, yes—deeper!” Juices squelched, loud in the tiled space.
He added a thumb to her asshole, pressing. Vivian’s eyes rolled. “Oh shit, that’s wild… don’t stop.” Her walls clenched like a fist.
Lena leaned in, breath hot on his neck. “Taste her, artist. Make her scream.”
Chapter 3: Frozen Flames 🔥
Alex grabbed the chilled prosecco from the ice bucket outside, popping cubes into his mouth. Vivian’s eyes widened, legs splaying impossibly wider. “What’re you—oh God.”
Cold lips met scorching pussy. Ice melted on contact, trickling down her crack. His tongue, numbing frost, speared her hole. Vivian howled, back arching off the stool. “Fuuuuck! It’s burning cold—wild, so fucking wild!”
Taste exploded: her honeyed flood mixing with bourbon hints from his spit. He lapped ravenously, nose buried in her trimmed patch. Hands gripped his hair, yanking him flush.
Lena knelt beside, sucking Vivian’s nipple hard. Mom-daughter moans blended, a symphony of depravity. Vivian shattered, thighs clamping his head, squirting sweet nectar down his chin.
Panting, she slumped. But Lena unzipped Alex’s shorts, his thick shaft springing free—veined, throbbing, pre-cum beading. “Pound her. Fill this bride-to-be.”
Vivian nodded frantically, stool creaking as she spread. Alex gripped her hips, slamming home. Wet heat engulfed him, balls slapping ass. “Tight as a virgin,” he growled.
“Harder! Ruin me for him!” Vivian begged, clawing his back. Her walls milked him, clit grinding his pubes.
Lena fondled his sack, thumb probing his pucker. Pressure built, explosive. “Cum inside—give her your wild seed!”
He roared, flooding her depths. Vivian creamed around him, orgasming in tandem. Cum leaked as he pulled out, strings connecting them.
Lena dove in, tonguing the creampie. Alex fed her mom’s essence from his fingers. Snowball kisses ensued, sloppy and shared, cum bubbling between lips.
They collapsed in giggles, dressing amid afterglow haze. “Best prep ever,” Vivian sighed, robe hiding her glow.
Alex slipped out, cock still half-hard, mind reeling from the wild frenzy.
Chapter 4: Reception Heat
The beach wedding unfolded at sunset, tiki torches flickering against orange skies. Alex watched from the bar, camera in hand—he’d volunteered as unofficial snapper. Vivian glided down the aisle in ivory silk, her new trim invisible but electric underfoot. Ryan beamed, clueless, kissing her with chaste lips.
Reception pulsed with steel drums and grilled lobster scents. Alex danced with Lena under string lights, her body grinding subtle. “Mom’s buzzing. Thinks of your cock non-stop.”
Vivian’s eyes met his across the fire pit, dark with promise. She excused herself midway, texting: Cabana 7. Now. Can’t wait. 🔥
New scene: Alex wandered the moonlit path, waves crashing like applause. Cabana 7 draped in sheer curtains, pillows strewn like a harem den. Vivian waited, dress hiked, thong aside. Sand gritted underfoot, ocean spray misting skin.
No words. She bent over a low table, ass high. Alex freed his dick, rubbing her soaked slit. “Missed this wild pussy?”
“Shut up and fuck your married slut.” She pushed back, impaling herself.
He railed her merciless, hips snapping. Tits swung free from the gown, nipples scraping wood. Her moans mixed with surf—raw, animal. He yanked her hair, arching her back, pounding doggy deep.
“Gonna breed you again?” Sweat slicked their union, balls heavy.
“Yes! Ryan’s in the tent—fill me while he toasts!” Climax hit her like a rogue wave, pussy spasming. Alex unloaded, painting her cervix white.
She straightened, cum trickling down thigh. A quick kiss—possessive, salty—then gone into the night.
Alex lingered, heart pounding, tasting salt and sin on his lips.
Chapter 5: Dawn’s Reckoning 💋
Couldn’t sleep. Alex paced his balcony at 4 AM, moon silvering the sea. Phone buzzed—Lena. “Suite. Mom’s restless. Needs round three. Bring stamina.”
New twist: Threesome dawn raid. He arrived, both naked on the king bed, sheets tangled. Vivian crawled to him, unzipping with teeth. “That cabana load’s still inside. Feel it?”
His fingers delved, scooping creamy mix. They shared it, tongues dueling in a messy three-way kiss.
Lena mounted his face, grinding shaved cunt on his mouth. Sweet, younger tang—muskier, wilder. Vivian straddled his cock, sinking slow. Inch by inch, she rode, tits bouncing hypnotic.
“Ride him wild, Mom,” Lena urged, pinching Vivian’s nipples. Room filled with slurps, slaps, gasps. Air thick with pussy funk and sweat.
Alex thrust up, hands everywhere—ass cheeks spread, clits flicked. Vivian came first, drenching him. Lena squirted next, flooding his beard.
“Switch.” Lena impaled on his dick, Mom sixty-nining atop. Tongues worked overtime—Alex eating Vivian while Lena licked their join.
Build slow, then frenzy. He flipped Lena doggy, Vivian under lapping balls. “Cum on her face!” Vivian begged.
Explosion: ropes across Lena’s cheeks, Vivian slurping clean. They collapsed, bodies entwined, dawn light painting bruises and bliss.
Vivian nuzzled Alex. “Wildest wedding gift. Ryan leaves tomorrow—visit soon?”
He smirked, fingers tracing spent holes. “Count on it.”
Chapter 6: Lingering Flames
Morning brought breakfast buffets and innocent glances. Ryan honeymoon-packed, oblivious. Alex caught Vivian’s hand under the table, thumb circling her palm—a promise.
Lena slipped him her number, whispering, “Next time, no mom. Or with. Your call, artist.”
As he checked out, ocean roaring farewell, Alex felt the pull. Miami’s heat lingered on skin, but the real fire burned deeper—wild desires awakened, vows be damned.
Vivian texted as he drove north: Heart-shaped and hungry. Hurry back. 💋
The road blurred, cock stirring at memories. Some unions shattered glass ceilings. Theirs shattered everything else.
