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Trevor hated touristy shit like this. Being over charged to go on the Del Porro ferris wheel was not his idea of romantic, but you were desperate to go, so of course he obliged. It was date night of course, it would be rude to tell his lady no. Los Santos was full of freaks, so the age gap between you was nothing people stared at. He may have been older, but his cock still worked just as well.
It was your date night, and you knew just how he liked you: in cute little dress with no bra or panties on underneath. His hands liked to touch you with no barriers. He could slip his hands anywhere and you both didn’t care who saw.
After queuing up, you finally got in your own cabin and ascended into the sky. You loved the lights of the city and the vast dark ocean. As you were looking at the marina, you saw Trevor stand up then kneel in front of you. For a moment, your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him proposing on the ferris wheel. How romantic to be proposed to with the back drop of the city in front of you?But he made no effort to pull out a ring box or hold your hand.
“Do you not wanna see the view?” You asked.
Trevor shook his head. “I’ve seen the city before. I’m more interested in this view right here,” he said before sliding the hem of your dress up to your waist, exposing your pussy.
You stared at him, his eyes transfixed on you. You naturally brought your body to the edge of the seat to give him more access, and he slowly stuck out his tongue to give you a tentative lick. He started low at your entrance, then worked his way up through your slick folds to your clit, circling it.
He grabbed ahold of your white dress again and brought it back down, coving his head in between your legs.
“Gotta look natural darling,” he teased.
It wasn’t your first time doing stuff in public. You both enjoyed the thrill of being watched, whether it was on the porch of Trevor’s trailer, in the back of his truck, or in a booth at the strip club. Trevor loved letting everyone know you were his. You both didn’t care about being seen, but he had set you a challenge now. With the way he suckled on your bud, you knew looking natural would be a challenge. You knew you’d cum, and knew there was no hiding your orgasm face.
He would alternate from sucking, to flicking your clit with his tongue. Your hands pressed on his head over your dress, and his remained holding your thighs, until you felt one of them move. You knew he was going to make you cum hard, but now with two of his fingers entering you, getting you adjusted before hooking them just so, you knew it was game over. He knew your body like it was an extension of his own. He knew that with the angle of his fingers mixed with the pressure on your clit, you’d squirt like a fountain. Once you had both discovered it, he treated it like a magic show.
And for his last trick, Uncle T will make his princess squirt all over the vinyl floor of his trailer.
“No baby, you can’t,” you pleaded. You were wearing a white dress and you knew that if it got wet, the skirt would go see-through. Plus, people would go on the ferris wheel after you and you had no way to clean up after yourselves.
“Yes I can,” he growled before sucking on you again, lapping up all the wetness you were exuding.
You tried to hold yourself together for a little while longer. You gripped on the sides of the cabin and stared out into the distance. But it was no distraction from the explosion that was about to happen.
“Babe, I can’t hold out much longer,” you complained.
“Just soak me already,” he encouraged.
Fuck, you felt the pressure begin to tipple over. You had to pull your dress up over your hips and butt to protect it as best you could before you released. Walls contracting around his steady fingers, body twitching in the plastic seat. You looked down to see his face getting hit with liquid, and heard the noise of the liquid hitting the ground. You were self-conscious of the way you looked when you came, but Trevor loved to look at your pained face. Those sexy expressions, he had done that. In his fifties, he had his young, sexy girl cumming so hard and so openly for him.
As your body started to relax, he gave your overstimulated pussy a final slurp before dragging you over to the other side of the cabin to sit on his lap. He wiped a hand over his face to flick off as much liquid as he could before resting his head on your breasts as you both stared into the distance.
“I love you,” you gushed. You knew he wasn’t a good man, but he was good with you. More gentle and affectionate. You accepted his trauma and flaws, and if he liked to relax by trying to breastfeed off you, as long as he got you off at the same time, you didn’t care.
“I love you more,” he cried, now nuzzling his head in the crevice of your breasts.
“T,” you breathed and lifted his head up. When he caught your gaze, he immediately crashed his lips into yours, easily slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You managed to pull him off you as you neared the end of the ride, you made sure to speed walk away before anyone could ask why the cabin was all wet.
With his hand in yours, you lead the way down on the beach. You wanted to walk along the coast with the love of your life, listening to the waves crashing next to you. But after a few minutes, Trevor took you and sat you both down in the sand. You didn’t mind, you leaned back on him, feeling the wet neckline of his white t-shirt. A small smile appeared on your face knowing you had done that.
As you cuddled there, Trevor’s wandering hands made their way to your breasts, his favourite part of your body. The heft of them in his hands, the way he could squeeze them, the feel of your areolas against his tongue. He pulled down the neckline of your dress and pulled your breasts out. The beach was quiet, but not empty. If people looked over, they would be able to see a half naked woman sitting there. He flicked your nipples with his pointer fingers before moving his body to sit in front of you. He brought his head forward and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it until he pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you. He then went to the other breast, kissing the underneath before latching onto the nipple. His hand went to fiddle with your other nipple.
“You’ve gotta get used to this for when there’s two of us sucking on ‘em,” he declared. When talking about the future, he had made it known that he would love to suck on your tits along side a baby.
From his position, he looked up at you with big eyes and it was as if he really was nursing from you.
Out of nowhere, you felt your clit twitch and a glob of discharge left your body. You didn’t know you were that horny! You thought maybe it was all just coming from the massive orgasm you had five minutes ago, but you pulled out your phone and opened up your period tracker and bam, there it was. You were in the fertile window, and ovulating. No wonder you had been so wet recently.
“Babe, I’m ovulating,” you declared and showed him the phone screen. He withdrew your nipple from your mouth and sat up, taking ahold of your phone to get a closer look. While he stared, you tucked your breasts back into your dress.
Without saying anything, he stood you both up and dragged you away. He contemplated about where to take you. Walking all the way back to the car would be too far, so he dragged you to underneath the pier. He pushed you into one of the wooden supporting beams and kissed you deeply, his hands wrapping around you. He wanted to get you pregnant right there, under the pier.
He lifted you up before gently placing you on the ground. He pushed back your legs and your pussy became exposed to him again.
“Perfect fucking pussy. Want to birth my babies out of it don’t ya?” He teased
“Fuck me pregnant T. Please,” you begged. You had not been taking birth control for a few months and you both couldn’t wait for the day your period was late.
He knelt on top of you and pushed down his grey sweat pants to his knees. He was already hard, and gripped his length in his hand. He bounced his cock against your lips.
“Get it wet for me,” he ordered.
You instantly opened your mouth and started to bob. You needed to get it wet before he pounded you.
You were aware of a presence near you, probably a hobo or something, but it didn’t take away from Trevor above you. You were probably about give this person the first bit of porn they had seen in years.
When Trevor was satisfied with that amount of saliva now coating him, he pulled himself out of your mouth and made his way down your body. Once settled in between your legs, he lined himself up and pushed his cock inside. No matter how many times you fucked him, there was always a stretch to accommodate him. You sat up and looked down to where he was entering you. You both looked down and watched him go in and out of you, the joining of your bodies. You were one, united.
“C’mon T. Pump my tight pussy with your cum,” you moaned, wanting to encourage him.
He collapsed on top of you, his head now in the crook of your neck. You could hear his low grunts so close to you. You wanted him to use your body - fuck your body like he was fucking a fleshlight. It made you feel powerful that he was getting off from your body. He didn’t want any other woman; just you.
You wrapped your legs around his torso to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere but remain inside you.
“Ohhh mootherrrr,” he gasped as his release started.
As you laid on the ground, you tipped your back to see a guy with his cock pulled out of his pants, cum now dripping down from his cock and onto the sand.
You’d made two men cum, and it made you feel like superwoman. You knew you shouldn’t value your self worth of your appearance, but it sure made you feel better about yourself.
Trevor distracted you from your thoughts when he pulled out of you and immediately snaked his hand down your body. You thought he might start fingering you, or try to stop any seed leaking out, but his fingers focused solely on your clit. Rubbing you in little circles, with the pressure building.
“Gimme one more. It’ll help with conception,” he claimed. You were unsure if it was true. Maybe he had done some reading on the topic? Or maybe he was just a menace? Either way, you weren’t going to stop him.
“Cum. Cum,” he chanted.
You were going to follow his demand, and it wasn’t long before his fingers in your sloppy folds made you climax. One of your hands gripped his wrist, begging his hand to keep going and not pull away.
Once you were left with nothing but aftershocks, you sat yourself up and hugged him. To hold him after such an intimate act felt heartwarming. You knew he loved you, but your gentle actions definitely solidified it.
After tucking himself away, he took your hand and helped you stand up. You walked with unsteady legs back to his truck where you dreaded to think of the stain your would leave on his passenger seat once while you made your way back to Sandy Shores.