CHAPTER 127: ....DONE?(1)(R18+)

Steve hadn’t planned on saying anything—his reply came through touch. One hand remained locked around her thigh, holding her steady, but the other slid upward with deliberate intent.

His fingers curved around the fullness of her breast, squeezing gently, feeling the warm weight of her flesh against his palm. Her skin was soft, almost feverish, and as he thrust his cock into her, the motion made her body ripple—her breast bouncing rhythmically with each rise and fall.

She was trembling around him, her breath caught in tiny gasps that broke each time he sank in deeper. His grip tightened.

He had been lifting her effortlessly at first, but now the strain in his arm was starting to burn, muscles tightening beneath the weight of her and the relentless pace he kept. Still, he didn’t stop. He wanted to feel her like this—lifted, opened, taken.

Finally, with a breathless grunt, he eased her down. Her feet touched the floor, knees barely steady beneath her. But he remained buried inside her, thick and pulsing, not letting her go. She whimpered as the shift in position only deepened the sensation. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds escaping her lips.

She pushed back, arching slightly, pressing her ass into him, her pussy walls tightening as if trying to pull his thick throbbing cock even deeper.

Both of his hands slid around her, cupping her breasts from behind. His thumbs teased her nipples, dragging over the stiff peaks while his hips snapped forward again.

He didn’t ease into it. His thrusts were sharp, hungry—driven by the pressure that had built too long inside him. Every time he slammed into her, her body jolted, her breasts shaking in his grip, her moans swallowed into her palm.

"Fuck... yes... ahh..." she whimpered, the words tumbling out without restraint.

Her body melted against him, yielding to every push, every stroke, every inch of him that claimed her.

He growled low in his throat, teeth clenched, hands still gripping her breasts firmly—kneading them, rolling them in his grasp as he moved.

He didn’t bend her over. He kept her upright, her back straight, letting her feel every inch of him as he surged forward again and again.

The motion made her breasts bounce in his hands, their rhythm matching the sway of her hips and the echoing sound of skin meeting skin.

Water sloshed gently around them from their movements—soft splashes against the floor, underscoring the sharp slap of flesh and the rapid cadence of their breath.

Tonya’s voice broke through, muffled but desperate.

"Ahh—oh—oh my god—fuck—yes—yes—ah, f-fuck..."

And still, he moved—fast, relentless, anchored in the tension between their bodies and the electric heat building with every second

’Fuck... fuck... I fucking love MILFs.’ Steve thought through clenched teeth.

’You can’t find sex like this anywhere else.’

He kept thrusting, inch by inch, sinking deeper into her warm pussy. His legs trembled beneath the water, every nerve alight with sensation. She was tight, slick, and had clearly been riding waves of pleasure for some time — he could feel it in the way her body clenched around him.

The pressure in his core was mounting. He felt it building, his climax, creeping up with an unstoppable intensity, but he didn’t care. His rhythm remained relentless, his hips moving in smooth, powerful glides.

One hand slid down to her ass, and he delivered a sharp slap — the sound cracking through the steamy air. The impact made her jolt, her moan muffled by her own hand as she tried to keep quiet. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted with a desperate gasp.

"So big..." she whimpered, voice cracking with lust.

"...So big..."

And still, Steve didn’t stop.

A wicked smile spread across Steve’s face as he kept thrusting, hips moving with firm, relentless rhythm.

His pace didn’t falter — if anything, it deepened with every stroke. Shifting his weight, he leaned forward, one hand sliding around her throat, his grip firm but controlled. The other hand cupped her breast, fingers squeezing gently, possessively.

His breath came in low, guttural grunts as he pounded into her, his cock driving deep into her tight, slick heat. The pleasure was no longer a steady rise — it was surging now, urgent and overwhelming. He could feel the pressure building fast, his climax pushing to the surface with unrelenting force.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, voice trembling.

"You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck... yeah... you’re making me cum..."

"No... oh—oh, no... oh!" Tonya cried out, voice breaking with raw pleasure.

Her words dissolved into breathy gasps, her mind surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation flooding her.

She couldn’t even speak anymore — all control had slipped from her grasp as he kept driving his fat cock into her, deeper, harder, his body demanding more with every thrust.

Steve didn’t stop. He was lost in it now — in her warmth, in her tightness, in the raw heat building inside him like a tidal wave. His hips moved with steady, pounding rhythm, filling her again and again, until suddenly, it hit.

The orgasm surged through him.

He didn’t pull out. He couldn’t. Instead, he kept thrusting, each deep stroke drawing out thick, hot spurts of his release.

He groaned with every shot of cum spilling from him, his voice low, primal, and broken with ecstasy.

"Ah—ah—ah..." he grunted, feeling his climax drain from his core, wave after wave, until the last of it finally left him.

His movements began to slow. His cock, still buried inside her, twitched with the last fading pulses of pleasure.

As his body relaxed, he gave her breasts one final squeeze, savoring the softness, the heat, the connection. Then, with a quiet breath, he leaned forward and rested his head gently against her back, catching what little strength remained in him.

In that moment, he felt done — completely spent, like he could fall asleep right there.

But Tonya wasn’t finished.

As he began to pull away, her hand reached up, wrapping around his, stopping him. She shifted her hips with care, coaxing the last of his length from her body with a reluctant, slow slide. The release made her shudder, but there was no sense of completion in her eyes.

No.

Her gaze didn’t hold satisfaction.

It burned with more....desire.