Bikini Overload

Elias slouches on the couch, bored stiff, zero clue his day’s about to flip. A knock. Door opens to Katie Morgan, the neighbor. Parents are gone, he says. She already knows—they told her to use the pool. He hesitates; this is new. Katie laughs, calls him the man of the house at eighteen. If he’s worried, he can come supervise. The word alone perks him up. He gives in with a crooked grin and lets her in. What he doesn’t see yet: four more MILFs around the corner, heels clicking, tits bouncing, ready to take over his house. Reagan Fox grabs his chin, coos about his new stubble, gives it a pinch. McKenzie Lee grips his shoulders, tells him he’s grown up nice. Charlie Phoenix plants a slow kiss on his cheek, leaving a gloss. Jamie Michelle wraps him up, whispers “handsome,” tits pressed warm against his chest. Door clicks shut, but the show’s already started. By the pool, bikinis tight, lotion slick on every curve. McKenzie asks for a hand, and suddenly Elias is greasing her back, her tits spilling out as he works the oil. One after another they line up, asses pushed out, breasts lifted for his palms. He rubs thighs, cups cheeks, fingers sliding under strings. Five women close in, horny and hungry. Hands tug down his shorts, fingers wrap his cock; they push him to the lounge chair and climb on, hungry mouths first, then slick cunts. They ride him hard—Katie on his face, another grinding his lap, tits smothering his chest, voices taunting, swearing, moaning as they stretch and bounce and soak him in MILF heat until he can barely breathe, let alone stop.