"I dreamed about you today." I sent her the message during the early hours of the morning. Aunt Rose and I only communicated via Telegram, hiding our dangerous romance.

—And how was it? — She replied almost immediately.

"You bounced on my dick until you came." I hadn't dreamed anything, but I always sent provocative messages to that older woman. I never spoke to Aunt Rose without the intention of fucking that huge pussy.

During the time I was involved with Rose, I was always hard. You know what it's like to want to have sex all the time? Just thinking about her, with those big breasts, made my dick hard. I wanted to slick them with my saliva, make her submissive while I pounded deep and hard into that hot MILF. With her huge ass, the smell of her pussy, her little ass... How I wanted to run my tongue over her again.

"Look how I look, auntie." I sent a picture of my cock, all sticky, the head swollen, freshly shaved. "Shall we go to that cheap motel? Agree, go on..." Rose had been refusing to go to the cheap motel, but I'd been insisting for weeks. Sooner or later, that slut would give in. She liked feeling coveted, knowing I wanted to fuck her pussy without mercy.

"We can arrange the same time, same place, next Saturday," Rose replied with a photo of herself wearing only a towel covering her breasts. The smile on her aging face made me incredibly horny.

The cheap motel room was tidier than either of us had imagined. I opened the door and walked to the bed, surveying the room. Rose stood in the doorway.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, Claudio. To you of all people, boy. We have to stop this. I don't know why you're looking for me; you must have several young women after you." While Rose spoke, I took off my shirt and left my car keys on the nightstand. I'd been working out for a while and wanted her to notice my muscles. She went silent as soon as she saw me shirtless.

I looked over my shoulder. Rose was there, in her pink dress, red slippers, and slightly yellowed teeth from smoking too many cigarettes.

“Are you going to stay there?” I asked seriously.

She came closer, hugging me from behind. Her hands roamed my abdomen, my chest. They were soft, agile hands. My cock grew inside my pants with each touch. With my right hand, I held one of her hands, caressing it, and finally answered:

"All I can think about is you, your body, your scent, your affection." She hugged me tighter, making me take a small step back. Then she began unbuckling my belt, opening my pants. I was there, my cock hard beneath my underwear. She grabbed my cock through the fabric and kissed my neck slowly. I was in heaven.

"You're just saying that so I'll keep fucking you, you bastard." Aunt Rose pulled down my underwear. I was on my back, my cock completely wet. She held it and began to masturbate me slowly, spreading her drool along the sides. With her thumb, she pressed the head and then released it.

I moaned softly and held back, letting Rose lead. I knew her experience would make everything happen as she wanted. And that was what I wanted: to please Aunt Rose, to make her feel at ease. With her left hand, she massaged my left nipple, while with her right she continued to stroke me.

"I like that big dick of yours, boy. Ever since you sent me that picture, I've wanted it all to myself." She held it, wrapping her fingers around it, and pressed it back, tilting the head upward. It hurt, but it also made me even more excited. She could do whatever she wanted with my cock. I was all hers.

Rose continued to masturbate me slowly, her expert fingers gliding over my luscious cock, while I felt the heat of her body pressed against my back. My heart pounded, and the arousal only grew with each of her touches. I couldn't stand to be on my back any longer; I needed to see her, feel her face on, look into the eyes of that mature woman who drove me wild. With a gentle but decisive movement, I turned around, my pants and underwear still down, my hard cock sticking out like a spear.

Rose stood there, wearing that clinging pink dress. The thin, almost transparent fabric betrayed everything. She was braless, and the tips of her large, firm breasts strained against the dress as if trying to pierce it. My mouth watered instantly. And further down, my God, I could see the outline of her large pussy, the ample flesh bulging beneath the light fabric, with no panties to hide anything. The sight made me moan softly, almost involuntarily. Rose was a woman of the world, but with a body that seemed to defy time. Her pale, lightly tanned skin glowed in the dim light of the motel room. Her straight blonde hair fell to her shoulders, and her face, with that mischievous smile and teeth yellowed from cigarettes, had a charm that captivated me. The subtle wrinkles around her eyes only made her more attractive, more real.

"Do you like what you see, boy?" she asked huskily, taking a step forward. Before I could answer, Rose hugged me, pressing her body against mine. My sticky cock brushed against her belly, the fabric of her dress rubbing against the swollen head, spreading the drool even further. I felt the softness of her skin through the cloth, the heat of her body enveloping me. She was affectionate, but with that fire I knew would explode at any moment. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and the hard nipples brushed against me, driving me even wilder.

"Fuck, Rose, you're killing me," I murmured, gripping her waist with both hands, squeezing tightly. The dress was so thin I could feel every curve, every inch of her body. She laughed softly, that laugh of someone who knows the power she wields, and slid her hands over my shoulders, down to my chest again, playing with my muscles. The slut was cheating on her husband with the boy she'd watched grow up. She wanted to suck my sticky cock.

"You're the one killing me, Claudio, with that big, sticky dick making me dirty," she said, looking down at where my cock was leaving a damp spot on the belly of her dress. She didn't seem the least bit bothered; on the contrary, her eyes were shining with lust. "You know what? I like leaving you like this, all crazy for me."

She leaned in slightly, still holding me close, and kissed my chest, her tongue slowly trailing down to my neck. I couldn't help it; I pulled her tighter against me, making my cock slide through the fabric of her dress, brushing against that pussy I could see marked there, so close. Rose moaned softly, and I knew she was as turned on as I was. My hands moved down to her ass, squeezing that enormous ass I dreamed of devouring. Without panties, the dress hid nothing, and I felt the ample flesh in my hands, warm, soft, perfect.

"Take off that dress, auntie. I want to see all of you," I asked hoarsely, already imagining what was coming next. Rose smiled, that smile of someone who knows they're in charge, and took a step back, teasing me.

"Easy, boy. All in my own time." She ran her hands over her body, squeezing her breasts through her dress, making her nipples even more prominent. "You want it, right?"

My cock throbbed, still sticky, rubbing against her belly, and the heat in the motel room seemed to increase by the second. I pulled back a little, just to look at her properly, from head to toe, as if I wanted to imprint every detail of that woman on my mind. And, damn, what a sight.

Rose was sweaty, the heat of the moment making her pale skin gleam. Beads of sweat ran down her neck, down the neckline of her dress, marking the thin, already nearly transparent fabric. The sweat traced a slow path, contouring her full breasts, dripping down to the hem of her dress, which clung to her thick thighs. Down below, on her feet, her simple red flip-flops exposed her toes, wet with sweat, pressed together, glistening as if smeared with grease. Sweat also gathered on her forehead, forming small droplets that ran down her temples, framing her lively face, with subtle wrinkles and a mischievous smile that drove me crazy.

Her blonde hair, now a bit messy, stuck to the back of her neck because of the heat, and her eyes, shining with lust, stared at me as if they knew exactly what I wanted.

"Rose, you have no idea... I've never felt so turned on by anyone in my life," I said, my voice hoarse, almost trembling with desire. "I'm crazy about you, every inch of you. Look at you, damn, you're perfect."

She laughed softly, the laugh of someone who loves to be desired, and her eyes followed mine as I devoured her with my gaze. From her sweaty feet in flip-flops, up her thick legs, the curve of her hips, the waist defined by the clinging dress, to her breasts that seemed to want to tear through the fabric. Her hard nipples poked out from under the cloth, so defined I could imagine their texture just by looking. My mouth watered, and my cock jumped, as if responding on its own to the sight.

Rose, without saying anything, reached for the strap of her dress. With a slow, almost theatrical movement, she slid the left strap off her shoulder, letting it fall. The fabric fell slightly, revealing even more of the curve of her breast, and her nipple became even more prominent, almost escaping the dress, her breast covered in sweat. She did the same with the right strap, but more slowly, as if to torture me. The dress slipped a little further, held in place only by the dampness of her sweat and the way it hugged her body. Her nipples now seemed to beg to be touched, large, dark, hard, pressing against the fabric in a way that made me want to rip them off with my teeth.

"Are you enjoying it, boy?" she asked, her voice thick with mischief, as she ran her hands over her body, rubbing her dress against her sweaty skin, making the fabric stick even tighter to her pussy, which stood out there, large, fleshy, with no panties to hide anything. Sweat dripped from her dress onto her flip-flops, forming little puddles around her wet toes, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I cupped her face in both hands, feeling the heat of her skin and the sweat trickling beneath my fingers. “I want you now, I can’t wait any longer.”

She smiled, tilting her head back, exposing her neck, glistening with sweat. "Come on, Claudio. Show Auntie how crazy you are about me." And with a quick movement, she pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts, the hard nipples pointing at me, like an invitation I wasn't going to refuse.

Rose's breasts, now free, dangled before me, glistening with sweat, the hard, dark nipples calling to me like a magnet. The heat of the motel room, mixed with her scent, was driving me crazy. I didn't think twice.

I leaned over, cupping one breast with my right hand, squeezing firmly, as my mouth went straight to the nipple. The salty taste of her sweat exploded on my tongue, mingling with the heat of her skin. I sucked eagerly, pulling the nipple between my lips, nibbling lightly, feeling the texture, hard and soft at the same time. Rose moaned loudly, throwing her head back, her sweaty hair sticking to her neck.

"Fuck, Claudio, that's it... suck it, boy, suck it more!" she said, her voice trembling with lust. I moved to her other breast, licking the sweat that trickled down the curve, tracing my tongue down to the nipple, which was even harder now.

I sucked hard, licking my mouth, while my left hand squeezed her ass beneath her dress, which was still bunched around her waist, wrinkled and wet with sweat. Rose writhed, her moans growing louder, more desperate, and I knew I was driving her wild. My tongue swirled in circles, licking every drop of sweat, every inch of those full breasts, while she gripped my hair, pulling hard.

"You're driving me crazy, you bastard!" she screamed, her eyes half-closed, her face glistening with sweat. My cock was so hard it hurt, dripping wet, rubbing against her thigh. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed her now, needed to go deep inside that crown that was making me lose control.

Without saying anything, I grabbed Rose's waist with both hands, feeling her damp dress stick to my skin. With a jerk, I lifted her onto my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist. She was heavy, but my desire gave me strength.

Her dress, still tied at the waist, swung as I held her, and her big, wet pussy brushed against the head of my cock, which was throbbing with need. Rose looked me in the eye, her naughty smile mixed with a look of surrender, and I didn't wait any longer. I adjusted her on my lap, lined up my cock, and thrust hard, entering her all at once.

"Aaaah, fuck, Claudio!" Rose screamed, her nails digging into my back. The heat of her pussy engulfed me, hot, wet, tight. I began to pound, holding her firmly in the middle of the room, hard, each thrust making her body tremble in my lap. Her dress swished, her sweaty breasts bounced against my chest, and she screamed with each thrust, the sound echoing in the room. "That's it, boy, put it in, put it in hard!"

I was possessed, thrusting hard, feeling her sweat dripping down my body, mixing with mine, her dress brushing against my skin. Her legs tightened around my waist, and I gripped that massive ass with both hands, pulling her against me with each thrust. Her pussy seemed to suck my cock, and the wet sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the room. Rose screamed nonstop, her voice hoarse, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, Rose, you're so fucking hot!" I growled, thrusting deeper, feeling her contract around me. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto my shoulder, and her dress, crumpled at the waist, was soaked and stuck to her skin. She grabbed my neck, kissing my mouth desperately, her tongue dancing with mine, while I kept pumping, holding her as if my life depended on it.

"Don't stop, Claudio, don't stop!" she screamed between moans, her body trembling in my lap, her sweaty breasts brushing against my chest with every movement. I was at my limit, but I wanted to make her come first, I wanted to see that crown come undone with pleasure in my arms.

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