Ambar Lapiedra stretched lazily in the morning sun, the steady hum of the lawnmower pulling her from her thoughts. Freddy, her rugged gardener, was hard at work—but the second she strutted out in that barely-there bikini, his focus was fucked. She knew exactly what she was doing, swaying her hips as she dipped into the pool, her fat ass jiggling with every step. Freddy’s grip on the mower tightened, his gaze locked on her like she was the last woman on earth.
“Like the view?” she teased, climbing out and dripping water all over the patio. Before he could stammer a reply, she tossed him the sunscreen. “Help me out, big guy. I need a good rubdown.” Freddy wasn’t about to say no—not when she was sprawled out in front of him, her golden skin begging for his hands. He poured the oil over her legs, working it in with rough palms that made her sigh. But when she flipped onto her back, her tits perked up and that juicy ass barely contained in her bikini bottoms, she upped the ante. “Don’t stop there… get my tits. And my ass—really* get in there.”*
Freddy was only human. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping her ass hard enough to make her moan. The oil made her skin glisten, her body practically begging for more. “Fuck, you’re stacked,” he growled, fingers digging into her curves. Ambar just grinned, arching into his touch. “Then quit teasing and fertilize my ass already,” she purred, reaching back to spread her cheeks.
That was all the invitation he needed.
They barely made it inside before clothes were ripped off, Freddy’s cock already throbbing as he flipped her onto all fours. The oil made everything slick—her tits, her ass, the way his dick slid between her cheeks before pushing deep into her tight hole. Ambar screamed, her back arching as he stretched her open, his grip bruising on her hips. “That’s it—fuck* me like you mean it!”* she panted, her ass clenching around him.
And Freddy? He owned that shit. Every thrust buried him to the hilt, her massive ass jiggling with the force of it. She was made for this—taking dick like a champ, her moans filthy and loud. By the time he came, painting her insides, they were both a sweaty, oil-smeared mess.
Lucky bastard.
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