Chapter 127: Thick Asian MILF Under the Waterfall

My dick jolted hard—throbbing sudden against her belly, the whole length twitching from the gentle contact, precum leaking more through my shorts.

She scoffed playful—muffled little laugh into my chest, body shaking subtle with amusement.

"What?" I said, slapping her ass cheek sharp like I was punishing her for laughing—palm connecting firm, making the thick flesh jiggle wild.

"Nothing..." she said muffled, voice teasing and breathy into my skin, then licked my nipple slow with saliva—tongue flat and wet, swirling deliberate around the hard peak, coating it shiny, soothing the earlier sting while sending fresh sparks down my spine.

Her saliva warm and slick was making me lose control—she knew exactly how to tease me with just my nipples, working her tongue slow and deliberate, flicking the hard peaks, then sucking gentle, the wet heat driving me crazy.

I imagined how hot her mouth would be on my cock—soft lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling, taking me deep, natural and eager.

I put my hand in her hair when she licked and sucked my nipples—fingers threading through the strands, gripping light but firm, guiding her closer. "Aahh... Lan... you know how to tease me good," I said, voice rough, body tensing as she bit down sharp, then soothed with her tongue again.

She kept licking them—slow circles, long flat strokes, tasting my skin like she loved it, biting hard enough to sting sweet, then soothing with saliva, coating them shiny and wet, making them throb more sensitive.

After a while, she came up—looking at me, breath hot on my face, eyes dark and needy. "Is it enough for now?" she asked, voice breathy, seeking my permission, like she’d only stop if I said so.

She looked so hot like that—coming up after licking my nipples, a little saliva still dripping from her full lips, mouth open slight, cheeks flushed, hair messy from my hand, thick body pressed close, tits heaving with every breath.

I put my face closer and kissed her deeply—lips crashing hungry, tongue pushing in, tasting her warmth and the faint salt of my own skin on her mouth. She kissed back harder—tongue meeting mine eager and messy, warm saliva mixing, moaning soft into the kiss, hands clutching my shoulders.

Her mouth was heaven—soft, wet, needy, sucking my tongue, biting my lip gentle, pulling me deeper like she couldn’t get enough.

I kept kissing her lips—slow then rough, hands sliding to her waist, pulling her thick body tighter against me, dick throbbing hard between us.

Then after a while of devouring each other’s lips we stopped—tongues pulling back slow, thin strings of saliva still connecting our mouths for a second before they broke, glistening in the sun.

She smiled shy and put her face in my chest again—not able to meet my eyes yet, pressing her cheek against my skin, breathing heavy. She was so innocent—even after so many years of marriage and not getting what her body deserved, she never cheated. I could see her innocence in her behavior, the way she hid, the blush that wouldn’t fade, the way she trusted me completely despite everything.

"You wanna go deeper in the jungle?" I said, rubbing my hand slow on her back while she hid her face in my chest, fingers tracing her spine gentle.

"Yes," she whispered, voice muffled against me.

"Let’s go, then," I said, taking her hand in mine.

We started walking toward that path—looking at each other, smiling, blushing, hands linked tight. We kept walking on the trail—it had clear terrain, dirt packed down from people walking it all the time, maybe some people like us who came here to do what we were here for, away from prying eyes.

"Alex, look," she said in excitement, pointing as we saw a snake hanging from a tree on the side—long and green, coiled lazy on a branch.

"I wonder what other kind of wild animals live here," I said, teasing a little, voice low.

It made Lan afraid—she clung to me instant, hands gripping my arm tight, body pressing closer, looking around nervous, walking even closer to me.

Soon after a little walking, we came to a clearing—and I could hear water falling, faint at first, then clearer, a steady rush.

"Wait... is that what I think it is?" I said, now hearing the sound clearly, eyes scanning ahead.

"Yeah, Alex... I think so," she said, voice excited, squeezing my hand.

When it fully came into view—we saw it: a huge waterfall, falling from a rocky cliff above, white water crashing down into a clear turquoise pool below, mist rising where it hit, sun sparkling off the spray, surrounded by green trees and vines.

"Wow, Alex... let’s go closer," she said with excitement, eyes wide and sparkling.

I let go of her hand—watching her run a little ahead, thick body jiggling with every step, ass cheeks bouncing wildly in the tiny thong, tits heaving heavy in the small bikini top, nipples still hard and out.

She loved it so much, laughing free and joyful, and I loved it too—it’s not every day you see a majestic waterfall like this living in the city.

I walked slow to it—taking in the view, the roar of the falls, the green trees around, the private feel of the place.

Lan was already closer to where the water hit the pool—kneeling down at the edge, putting her hand in, stirring it playful, fingers trailing through the current.

"Alex... it’s warm," she said, looking back at me smiling, water dripping from her hand.

I got closer—knelt beside her, dipped my hands in too. Yeah, it was—nice and warm, like bathwater, soothing on the skin, perfect for relaxing.

"Alex... let’s bathe in it," she said, looking at me hopeful, eyes bright, cheeks flushed from the run and the excitement.

Of-course, I wanted to.

And it was the perfect place for me and Lan to bond—away from everyone, no husband, no people, just the waterfall, the warm pool, her thick body and my thick dick.