She clung harder, body trembling—not just from the cold.
Her soaked tits pressed tighter against my chest, nipples hard points through the thin crop top, and as she shifted closer, seeking warmth, her hips brushed my groin. She froze for a split second—feeling it. The full, thick bulge straining in my boxers, impossible to miss now.
Her breath hitched. Eyes flicked down, then back up, cheeks flushing deeper than the rain could cause. But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she clung harder, arms wrapping tighter around my waist, body molding to mine as arousal sparked in her eyes, chasing away some of the gloom.
I pulled back just enough to look at her—rain streaming down her face, lips parted, eyes dark and needy now.
Our gazes locked.
I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her wet cheek, and leaned in—slow, gentle kiss, lips soft against hers in the pouring rain.
She hesitated for half a heartbeat, then melted, kissing me back just as slow, just as gentle. Her mouth opened, tongue brushing mine tentatively at first, then deeper, tasting, exploring.
We kissed like that—unhurried, tongues sliding together, rain pounding around us, thunder rumbling low like it was approving.
Lightning flashed, illuminating her body pressed to mine—curves glistening, tits heaving with each breath, hips rocking subtly against my hardness.
She moaned softly into my mouth, hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer.
The storm raged on.
But right there, in the rain, everything else faded.
Just us.
Her soaked crop top clung like a second skin, the thin, wet fabric plastered to those massive tits, nipples straining hard and dark through it. They were driving me insane—bouncing slightly with every breath, water streaming down the deep valley between them.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I broke the kiss, hands dropping to grab them—full, heavy handfuls, squeezing hard through the drenched cotton.
She gasped, arching into me as I buried my face between them, mouth open, licking the rain and skin, sucking the wet fabric over one nipple.
"Aaahhh—Alex..." she moaned, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me harder against her chest.
I sucked deeper, teeth grazing the hard peak through the top, then bit down—sharp, possessive. She cried out, body jolting, "Aahh—yes... harder..."
Thunder cracked overhead, lightning flashing again, lighting up the empty rooftop—no one around for miles, just us in the storm.
I squeezed her tits like a maniac—rough, greedy, kneading the soft, full flesh, thumbs digging in as I alternated mouth and teeth, biting and sucking until the fabric was soaked with more than just rain.
She reached down, hand sliding over my boxers, grabbing my cock—feeling how hard I was, stroking slow and desperate through the wet material. "God... you’re so big..." she moaned, rubbing harder, hips grinding against my thigh.
I growled into her chest, one hand dropping behind her to grab her ass—big, juicy cheeks filling my palm, firm and tight, the wet cotton panties wedged deep between them.
I squeezed hard, pulling her cheeks apart, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feeling it jiggle and yield.
Fuck, that ass—I could fuck it for days, pound into it nonstop, watch it bounce and ripple while she screamed.
She pushed back into my grip, moaning louder, hand stroking me faster.
The rain poured harder, thunder rolling, but we were lost—hands everywhere, mouths hungry, bodies grinding in the storm.
No one to see.
No one to stop us.
I was losing control.
Something primal snapped inside me: her husband was gone, and here she was, this perfect, neglected wife, body trembling in the rain, begging to be taken. I was going to fuck her like an animal, right here, right now.
The rain eased to a steady pour, warm and heavy.
I was still devouring her—hands full of those juicy ass cheeks, squeezing hard, spreading them, feeling the soaked cotton panties wedged deep between.
"On your knees," I growled, voice rough with need, guiding her down.
She obeyed instantly—like I was already her master—dropping to her hands and knees on the wet tiles at the pool’s edge, back arching deep, ass lifted high. The position was filthy, perfect.
"Alex... what are you—" she started, voice breathy, curious, hungry.
Then that ass came fully into view.
God. Those white cotton panties were plastered to her, completely soaked, transparent—showing every detail of her fat, juicy cheeks, the deep cleft between them, the shadowed hint of her holes underneath. I wanted to eat it nonstop.
I slapped her ass hard—sharp crack echoing over the rain.
She moaned loud, back arching deeper, pushing it higher for me.
I ripped my boxers off in one motion, tossing them far across the rooftop. Didn’t need them anymore.
My cock sprang free—throbbing, harder than I’d ever been, veins pulsing, head slick and angry. I stepped behind her, gripped her hips, and laid it right on her soaked ass—hot, heavy, dragging slow along the cleft over the thin cotton.
She felt every inch.
"Aaahhh... Alex... it’s so big..." she whimpered, body trembling, ass pushing back instinctively.
I ground against her—slow, deliberate strokes—my cock sliding up and down that perfect ass, pressing the soaked panties into her crack, feeling the heat of her through the fabric. Heaven.
Every ridge of me dragged over her like I was already fucking her.
I grabbed her hips tighter, pulled her back hard, and started grinding like I was buried inside—hips rolling, cock humping her ass over the panties, the friction driving me insane.
She was shaking, moaning nonstop—"Aahh... yes... please..."
That ass was made for my cock.
I wasn’t stopping until I claimed every inch of it.
I was losing control, grinding my cock harder along her ass cleft, the soaked panties dragging with every stroke.
The view—her big, juicy ass cheeks spread in my hands, pussy lips outlined through the wet cotton, everything slick and shining in the rain—was fucking heaven. I could’ve come just like that, painting her back white.
But I wanted more.
I pulled back, gripping her shoulder to guide her up. "On your knees. Face me."
She rose slowly, turning on her knees, water streaming down her body. Those massive tits—still trapped in the soaked crop top—hung heavy and full, jiggling with the movement, nipples hard points begging through the transparent fabric.
God, they looked even bigger up close, soft and ripe. I could milk them for hours, even if I had to breed her first to make it happen.
My cock throbbed in front of her face now—thick, veined, slick from grinding on her ass.