The Heart System Chapter 784

I pulled out of her, my cock still throbbing and slick. Then I took her hand and helped her up from the couch. Without another word I led her toward the front door. We both stripped the rest of the way as we went, I kicked off my pants and shirt, and Carrie stepped out of the clothes still hanging around her thighs until we were completely naked.

She glanced around the quiet courtyard, half-laughing in disbelief. "This is crazy. Fucking outdoors?"

I just smirked. Then I bent down, hooked my hands under her thick thighs, and lifted her up. Her soft body pressed against mine, her slightly saggy tits flattening against my chest, our faces close. Carrie reached down between us, grabbed my cock, and guided the head back to her entrance as I held her up.

I started walking, carrying her across the courtyard while still half-buried inside her. Every step made her bounce lightly on my cock.

"This is crazy..." Carrie moaned. "But it feels so good."

I smiled. "Oh, I bet. Just enjoy nature... and my dick."

We reached the wooden gazebo, and I set her down on the table in the center of it. The moment her soft ass touched the wood I pushed back in deep and started fucking her properly.

The air was warm, the sky clear, and I had a beautiful, soft milf spread out under me on a gazebo table. This was fucking life.

My cock throbbed harder inside her. I leaned down and kissed her; she kissed me back immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck. My hands moved to her tits, kneading the soft, slightly heavy flesh, feeling them shift and bounce with every thrust.

Her pussy was a little looser than the others, sure, but it still felt incredible, warm, wet, and welcoming. I slid one hand down and squeezed the soft little curve of her tummy.

"So fucking thick," I muttered, thrusting deeper.

Every time I pushed forward her body reacted perfectly. Her saggy tits jiggled and swayed with the force. Soft little waves moved through her belly and hips. She wasn’t fat, just soft and slightly chubby in all the right places, the kind of milf body that felt amazing under my hands. Each thrust made her moan, her thick thighs tensing around my waist as her ass pressed against the wooden table.

"Fuck... look at you," I groaned, gripping her soft hips. "Taking me so well out here in the open. Tits bouncing, that thick little tummy under my hand... you feel so good, Carrie."

She moaned louder, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I kept fucking her on the gazebo table, the warm air brushing over our naked bodies.

I kept fucking her on the gazebo table, settling into a deep, steady rhythm. The warm air wrapped around our naked bodies as Carrie’s soft, slightly chubby milf frame took every thrust. Her heavy tits swayed and jiggled with each impact, the soft flesh rippling. Every time I pushed in, a little wave moved through her tummy and hips. She moaned under me, her thick thighs pressed against my sides, fingers gripping my shoulders.

"Fuck... you feel so good like this," I muttered, squeezing one of her soft tits. "Soft and warm and wet... taking me so well out here in the open."

We stayed like that for a while, lost in the heat of it, the wet sounds of our bodies, her quiet moans, the creak of the wooden table under us. Then the sky began to change. Dark clouds rolled in overhead, thick and heavy. A few scattered drops hit the roof of the gazebo. Within seconds the drizzle turned into a proper rain, the sound of it drumming steadily above us while we stayed dry underneath.

Carrie let out a breathless little chuckle that turned into a moan. "My clothes are all the way over there..."

I glanced back toward the house. Both of our clothes were in a messy pile near the double doors, already getting soaked.

I chuckled and kept thrusting. "It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it."

The rain grew heavier, creating a private curtain of water around the gazebo. I fucked her deeper, hands roaming over her soft body, squeezing her thick hips, gripping her ass, kneading her heavy tits as they bounced. The contrast of the cool rainy air outside and the heat of her body under me made everything feel sharper.

"Look at you," I said, voice low. "Getting fucked out here in the rain like this. You are the fucking best."

Carrie moaned louder, her pussy clenching around me. I kept going, the wet slap of our bodies mixing with the sound of the rain. After a while I pulled out, my cock slick and throbbing.

"Turn around for me," I said. "Bend over the table."

She listened without hesitation, sliding off and turning around. She bent forward over the wooden table, resting on her forearms, her soft ass pushed back toward me. I stepped in behind her, lined up, and slid back into her wet heat in one smooth thrust. Both of us groaned at the new angle.

This position felt cozier somehow, more intimate despite being outside. The rain poured around the gazebo while I held her soft hips and fucked her from behind. Her heavy tits hung and swayed beneath her with every thrust. I reached around and cupped them, squeezing the soft flesh as I drove into her.

"That’s it... just like that," I murmured against her ear. "Soft, perfect milf body bent over for me in the rain. Your ass looks so fucking good like this... thick and warm and taking every inch."

Carrie’s breathing grew heavier. Her pants turned into short, needy moans. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening, her body starting to tremble.

"You’re getting close, aren’t you?" I said, thrusting deeper. "I can feel it. This soft pussy is gripping me so tight... cum for me, Carrie. Let me feel it."

"NNGHH... Fuck..."