“Tá de maldade, safada?” Alonzo’s voice was a low growl, his breath hitching as my lips closed around his nipple, my tongue flicking the hard nub. I just giggled, the sound muffled against his skin, my own pulse already thrumming between my legs. I knew this was his weak spot. I felt the immediate, gratifying stiffness press against my thigh through his swim trunks. He didn’t wait. His hands, strong and possessive, wrapped around my upper arms and he pulled me up, steering me away from the empty stretch of sand toward the dense, green trail that led back to the world. The second we were under the canopy of trees, his mouth crashed down on mine. Oh, fuck. This wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming. His tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting of salt and the cheap cachaça we’d been sipping. I moaned into him, my hands scrambling up his back, feeling the flex of his muscles. My own arousal was a slick, urgent heat, soaking through my tiny bikini bottom. I ground myself against his leg, the rough fabric a delicious friction against my swollen clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, minha gordinha,” he breathed against my lips, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing hard. “Such a good girl. My good, eager little puta.” The praise went straight to my core, making me clench around nothing. I whimpered, my head falling back as his mouth traveled down my neck, sucking marks I knew would bloom later. His fingers hooked into the strings of my bikini top. With a sharp tug, the fabric gave way, and my heavy, pendulous breasts spilled free into the humid air. “Fuck, look at these,” he groaned, his voice full of worship. He palmed one, his thumb rubbing rough circles over my nipple. It peaked instantly, aching and sensitive. “So fucking big. So perfect for me.” He bent his head and took the other into his hot mouth, sucking hard. The pull was electric, a direct line of pleasure to my pussy. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. His other hand didn’t stay idle. It slipped under the waistband of my bikini, his fingers sliding effortlessly through the thick, damp curls and finding my slit. I was drenched. He pushed two fingers inside me without preamble, and my knees almost buckled. “Alonzo… fuck…” “That’s it, baby. Take my fingers. You’re so fucking tight and wet. Made for my cock.” He fucked me with his fingers, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight, insistent circles. The sounds were obscene—the wet squelch of his hand, my ragged moans, the suckling noise of his mouth on my tit. My vision started to blur with pleasure. That’s when I heard it. A rustle. Not the wind. My eyes, half-lidded with lust, flicked over Alonzo’s shoulder. Deeper in the foliage, maybe twenty feet away, a man stood. He was white, tall, heavyset. His swim trunks were pooled around his knees, and his fist was wrapped around a truly enormous, thick cock, stroking himself slowly as he watched us. A jolt of pure, illicit excitement shot through me. I gasped, my pussy clenching violently around Alonzo’s fingers. “Alonzo… there’s… alguém…” He didn’t stop. He lifted his head from my breast, a string of saliva connecting his lip to my glistening nipple. He followed my gaze. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “You see him, baby? See that rand watching my wife? You like that? You like him seeing what a fucking tesuda you are?” I could only nod, a shudder wracking my body. The stranger’s eyes were locked on my bouncing tits. “Let’s give him a real show then, minha putinha. Be a good girl for me.” He pulled his fingers from my sopping cunt with a pop and turned me around roughly, bending me over a fallen log. The moss was cool and damp against my forearms. He yanked my bikini bottom down to my thighs, exposing my full, hairy pussy and my ass to the jungle—and to the stranger. I heard a sharp intake of breath from the trees. Alonzo’s own trunks were down in an instant. I felt the blunt, thick head of his cock nudge against my entrance, already slick with my juices. He didn’t tease. He drove into me with one deep, brutal thrust. “AH! GOD!” The air was punched from my lungs. He filled me so completely, stretching my inner walls. He set a punishing pace immediately, his hips slamming into my ass with loud, wet smacks. Each impact made my entire body jolt, and my breasts swung heavily beneath me, slapping against my own stomach with each powerful drive. “Larga essas tetas caídas!” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “I want to see them swing, minha gordinha! Let that madharchod see how my wife’s tits bounce when she gets fucked!” The degradation, mixed with the praise, was intoxicating. I was so exposed, so used, so seen. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, my moans escalating into shameless, over-the-top screams. “Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop fucking your puta!” I chanced a look back. The stranger was stroking himself faster, his mouth agape, utterly transfixed by the sight of Alonzo pounding into me, by the wild, rhythmic jiggle of my massive breasts. The sight pushed me higher. My climax began to coil, deep and inevitable. “I’m gonna come, Alonzo! I’m gonna come with him watching!” “Come then, sua vadía! Come on my cock for your audience!” His words tipped me over. The orgasm ripped through me, a convulsive, blinding wave. My cunt clamped down on his shaft in rapid, milking pulses. My back arched, a broken scream tearing from my throat as my legs shook violently. I felt my own juices gush out around his pistoning cock. He fucked me through it, his rhythm becoming erratic, frantic. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good… taking my dick like a perfect little chud… gonna fill you up…” With a final, deep grind and a guttural roar, he came. I felt the hot, pulsing flood of his cum painting my inner walls, so much of it that some leaked out around the seal of his cock, dripping down my inner thighs. He collapsed over my back, both of us panting, soaked in sweat and sex. After a moment, he pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, at the feel of his cum beginning to trickle out of me. He turned me around, his eyes dark and satisfied. He looked toward the trees. “Hey! Você! Venha aqui.” My heart hammered against my ribs. The stranger, looking stunned, hastily pulled up his trunks and shuffled out of the foliage. Up close, he was older, with a hungry look in his eyes. He couldn’t stop staring at my chest. Alonzo slid a possessive arm around my shoulders. “You enjoyed the show?” The man nodded, swallowing hard. “Muito. Sua esposa… é incrível.” Alonzo smiled. “She is. Luara, show him your tits. Up close.” A fresh thrill shot through me. Still buzzing from my orgasm, I reached up and pushed my heavy breasts together with my own hands, offering them up. The man’s eyes widened. Alonzo nodded permission. A rough, calloused hand reached out and cupped one, his thumb brushing my nipple. A soft moan escaped me. “You can suck them,” I heard myself say, my voice husky. “If… if my husband says it’s okay.” Alonzo’s grin was feral. “Go on. Taste what you’ve been watching.” The man needed no further invitation. He bent his head and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily. The sensation was different from Alonzo’s—new, strange, incredibly arousing. Alonzo watched for a second, then leaned in and captured my other nipple, sucking in tandem. “Fuck… oh fuck…” I was being devoured between them, my head thrown back, my hands gripping their shoulders. The dual sensation was overwhelming. My hips began to rock again, seeking friction. I was ready to go all over again. Just as the stranger’s hand started to drift lower, toward my sticky, cum-filled pussy, Alonzo pulled away. “That’s enough for today,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. He helped the man stand straight. They exchanged a few quiet words, Alonzo taking the man’s phone number. Before we turned to leave, Alonzo looked at me, his eyes gleaming. “We’ll be back here. Same time tomorrow. You’ll be here?” The stranger nodded, dazed. “Sim. Com certeza.” Alonzo took my hand, leading me back toward the beach, leaving the man staring after us. I was dripping, aching, and so fucking turned on I could barely walk straight.