“Mr. Greg.” Rylee looked back at him and smiled.
“You can touch me if you want.” She bit her lip, eyes begging him.
Looking over his shoulder again he stammered once more.
“Bbbbut your husband?” His breath was labored.
“Don’t worry about him. He knows I’m a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”
Gregg didn’t quite understand it, young people these days were nothing like the ones in his day. But he also didn’t need to be encouraged further. His previously existing lust for Rylee was on fire with her wonton display. The intoxicating view of her ass and sex was at eye level with him, and he was hungry.
Coming close to where she hung, he grasped a cheek with his hand and squeezed it. His eyes met hers for approval, Rylee cooing to confirm. Both hands wasted no time grabbing either cheek, kneading her rump as he stared into her pussy. It had a bit of stubble around the edges and a MILFy glow to its lips. Her folds opened and closed as he manipulated her ass. He grinned as he noticed her pink hole was moist with more than just pool water.
“Oh my god.” That is all he would say before diving in. Rylee gave a surprised yelp as his mouth, tongue, nose, and surprising spirit met her sex. He sloppily moved around her, his tongue lapping at every part of her womanhood that he could. His nose buried itself into her hole while his lips kissed her clit and sent shivers down her body.
Rylee moaned loudly as she grasped the wet pool deck. Her body pressed against the coping as she braced her legs around his sides.
“Oh ohhhhhhh Gregg Oh my god.” She was astonished at his vigor in the act. Luckily they were secluded as she didn’t hold a single moan, whimper, or whine back.
Half expecting a weary old man that would pump and dump her, a surprised Rylee enjoyed the fire burning between her thighs. His tongue was driving her crazy as it moved around her entirety like a little appendage. Vulva, clit, labia, and vagina, nothing escaped its wet tickles as she sang his praises loudly.
He was a curious old man, not content to stay on one part of her too long. He gave attention to every bit, his lips pulling at her labia playfully before finding her ass cheek and giving it a hearty bite.
“Ahhh!” Rylee was surprised by the sharp gnash of his teeth. He even followed it through with a swat to her opposite cheek with his hand, leaving a red mark.
Rylee’s moans were half whoreish trumpeting and half surprised yelps. So much so that she noticed on her phone Owen checking in on her.
(Owen) are you still ok?
She was too far from her phone and far too involved to respond, so instead, she decided to sing Mr. Gregg’s praises to Owen.
“Oh my god! Yesss! Yesss!” She squealed as he enveloped her clit with his mouth and dug two fingers between her lips. He finger fucked her in an intense and ungentle way. Not that the grown woman wanted it gentle by any means.
(Owen) Good girl.
“Are you alright Mrs. Rylee?” Greg came up for air for the first time as his employee’s wife still lay face down against the pool deck.