Raw Fuck with My Boyfriend’s Dad in the Hidden Gorges

Water’s cold bite hits my skin as we splash around. Paul’s eyes lock on me, hungry since the pool yesterday. Boyfriend’s gone with mom, hunting plants. We’re alone in this rocky hideout, sun blasting down. Heart races—finally, the setup’s real. No screens, no chats, just his 50yo body inches from mine.

We chase each other in the basin, laughing, bodies brushing. His hand grazes my ass underwater. Electric. I feel my bikini bottom soak—not just from the river. We climb out, dripping. Towels down side by side. I grab the sunscreen, voice husky: “Need some on your back?” He nods, lies prone. Straddle him quick. Skin hot under my palms. Rub slow, thumbs digging traps, sliding lower. Nipples harden against his back as I lean in. Smell his musky sweat mixed with faint soap—raw man scent I’ve craved.

The Approach

His breath hitches. Massage turns filthy, hips grinding subtle. Five minutes of torture. “Your turn,” I whisper, flipping to my towel. Untie bikini top, bare back to him. No hiding tits yet. He mounts me, hands slick with lotion. Firm strokes, thumbs circling spine, dipping to ass cheeks. Fingers tease side-boob. I moan soft, arch up. Phone buzzes in my bag—ignored. Urgency builds; days of teasing glances exploding now.

Can’t wait. Prop on elbows, turn, tits full view. Crush lips to his. Tongues battle wet. He growls, “Fuck, Marion.” Hands roam belly to breasts, pinching nipples hard. I fish out his cock—21cm beast, thick, veiny. Stroke slow, then pump. He throbs huge.

The Explosion hits savage. He stands, dick at my face. I suck greedy, slurping deep. Saliva drips. He fists my hair, fucks mouth steady. Gags me good—love it. Eyes water, but pussy clenches. Pop off, lie back offered. He yanks bikini bottom, dives in. Tongue laps clit furious, fingers curl inside. I buck, thighs wide. “Yes, eat me!” Orgasm rips—screaming his name, juices flood.

The Explosion

He climbs, licks trails up. Sucks tits raw, biting. Missionary lock: eyes burn. Nudges fat head in slow. Stretch burns sweet—bigger than boyfriend’s 16cm. Hold still, savor fill. Then pounds build: slow grinds to jackhammer. “Fuck me harder, Paul!” Grips ass, slams. I claw back, legs hook waist. Sweat slicks us. Switch: I ride, impale deep. Tits bounce, his hands maul. Cum shakes me—collapse kissing.

Doggy next. Arse up, he rams pussy brutal. Slaps echo off rocks. Tugs hair, arches me. Eyes meet—dirty nod. Pulls out, spits on hole. Pushes anal slow. Burn to bliss. “Take my ass!” Rails hard, balls slap. Alternates kisses down spine. Tension peaks. Flip missionary final. He dominates, pistons frantic. “Gonna fill you,” he grunts. I clamp, “Cum inside!” We shatter together—hot spurts deep, my walls milk every drop.

The Disappearance: Collapse tangled, whispers soft. “That was insane.” Kiss lazy. Clean up quick, redress. Back to water, hands brush under surface. Innocent splashes when voices near. Boyfriend returns with mom. I fake doze on towel. Drive home normal—Paul chats plants upfront. Backseat, whisper to him: “Loved it. More soon?” He grins. Secrets sealed, craving next hit.