Chapter 658: Salt-Stained Table (r-18) The Jeep door slammed shut. Sand hissed off our feet in the foyer, salt crusting skin like crystalline lust. The living room opened wide—vaulted ceiling, floor-to-ceiling glass framing the cove, sheer curtains billowing like ghosts in the ocean wind. Sunlight bled gold across the teak floor, glinting off the dining table—dark walnut, already scattered with forgotten sunglasses and a half-empty bottle of rosé, its surface cool and smooth under the dying sun, the wood’s grain deep and inviting, already warm from the day’s heat. Ava didn’t hesitate for a second. Her flip-flops flew off with a careless kick, scattering across the floor. In one fluid motion, she yanked at the bikini strings—snapped them free—and her full, heavy tits spilled out, bouncing wildly. Her nipples were already dark and rigid, stiffened by the ocean wind and the raw heat of her desire, jutting out like aching peaks begging for attention. She hooked her thumbs into the soaked thong next, peeling it down over her sun-warmed ass cheeks. The fabric clung stubbornly to her slick skin before releasing with a wet slap against the floor, a lewd squelch echoing in the room. Now completely naked, she stalked toward the table like a predator in heat. Her ass swayed with deliberate slowness, hypnotic and full, while her tits swung heavier with each step—pendulous, glistening with remnants of saltwater and sweat. Grains of sand trailed down her thighs like golden glitter, clinging to the creamy slickness dripping from between her legs. The sharp, intoxicating scent of her arousal sliced through the salty brine in the air, thick and unmistakable. I stripped off my shorts as I followed, my skin still buzzing from the waves, cock already throbbing hard. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing the silence—broken only by the sharp, wet slap of her bare ass meeting the table’s edge. The wood creaked under her as she hoisted herself up, spreading her legs wide, knees bent high, heels scraping harshly against the surface with a demanding scrape-scrape. Her tits settled heavily on her chest as she leaned back on her elbows, nipples grazing her own forearms teasingly. Her ass perched right on the lip of the table, pussy thrust forward and utterly exposed—swollen lips plump and parted, outer folds flushed deep pink, inner petals slick and shimmering with her juices. Her clit hood had peeled back on its own, revealing the throbbing pearl beneath, pulsing visibly with need. Her tight ass hole clenched hungrily, winking open and closed, as thick strands of arousal dripped slowly onto the walnut surface, pooling in a glistening puddle that caught the fading sunset light like molten ruby. "Sunset bet’s off," she rasped, her voice hoarse from saltwater and earlier screams, breath coming in ragged hitches. "You’ve been teasing me since Miami, Eros—every brush of your fingers, every hungry stare, every goddamn wave crashing over us. I’ve been throbbing for this mouth of yours, soaked and desperate." Her hand slid down between her thighs—fingers delving in to spread herself even wider. Her pussy lips peeled apart with a filthy, wet schlick-schlick sound, exposing her fluttering inner walls, clit pulsing harder, hole gaping greedily as more juices streamed out, streaking glossy trails across the table. "Eat me. Devour this pussy until I drown the whole fucking table in my cum." I dragged the chair closer—the leather creaking deeply as I sat, wheels rumbling smoothly over the teak floor. My hands gripped her thighs firmly—muscles taut and quivering under soft, velvet skin still warm from the sun, crusted with salt. Her thighs trembled under my palms as I pulled her forward slowly, her ass sliding across the wood with a prolonged squeak, tits bouncing wildly from the motion, nipples slicing through the air. Juices smeared everywhere in her wake, leaving slick, shining streaks. Her legs draped heavily over my shoulders—heels digging sharply into my back, calves flexing tight, toes curling in anticipation. Her pussy hovered inches from my face now, radiating intense heat like a furnace, the musky-sweet scent overwhelming—pure sex mixed with salt and sun-baked skin. Her lips quivered, clit throbbed visibly, hole clenched rhythmically, juices dripping faster and pooling beneath her ass. I exhaled deliberately—my hot breath washing over her exposed folds, making her lips flutter and spasm, clit twitch desperately, triggering a fresh gush of slickness that spilled down, pattering wetly onto my chin. "Miami was just the fucking preview, love," I growled, voice deep and rumbling, vibrations traveling up her thighs straight to her core, forcing her pussy to clench hard around nothing. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 "This? This is the feast. Your cunt tastes like pure sin and redemption—sweet as ripe mango, salty as the ocean, with a musk so deep it could ignite wars." My fingers traced her inner lips agonizingly slow—feather-light strokes from her dripping hole up to her swollen clit, spreading her thick juices everywhere, coating my knuckles in glistening sheen under the sunset glow. Her pussy clenched emptily at the tease, begging for more. Then my thumb settled on her clit—circling slowly, deliberately, pressing just enough against the exposed, throbbing pearl. She bucked instantly. "Ahhh—fuck—yes!" she moaned loudly, tits heaving with each gasp, ass grinding frantically against the table in rhythmic squeak-squeak-squeaks. Her juices flooded out in response, splattering wetly across the wood as her body surrendered to the building ecstasy. I leaned in slowly, deliberately, my tongue flattening broad and hot as I dragged it in one long, languid stripe—from her dripping hole all the way up to her swollen clit. The taste exploded across my mouth: salty ocean mixed with her sweet, filthy musk, thick and addictive. Her pussy quivered violently under the contact, lips parting even wider with obscene, wet schlick-schlick sounds as her folds yielded to me. She screamed instantly—"Oh god—Eros—fuck!"—voice cracking raw and desperate. Her heavy tits bounced wildly with the arch of her back, ass lifting clean off the table in a needy thrust, fresh juices flooding my tongue in a hot rush, dripping down my chin in messy squelch-squelch-squelch patters. I lapped again, slower this time, savoring her. The tip of my tongue flicked teasingly over her throbbing clit before circling it with firm, wet spirals. Then I sealed my lips around it, sucking gently but insistently, humming deep in my throat—a low, vibrating rumble that shot straight through her core. Her thighs clamped hard around my head like a vice, calves flexing as her heels dug sharper into my back, toes curling painfully tight. Her pussy gushed in rhythmic pulses, the table growing slicker beneath her ass, wet slaps echoing louder with every deliberate lick—slurp-slurp-schlop-schlop—as I devoured her. I pulled back just long enough to rasp against her soaked folds, voice gravel-rough:—’Eros—don’t stop—please!" My fingers slid inside her then—two thick digits pushing slow and deep into that scorching, velvet heat. Her inner walls clenched greedily around them, sucking me in with hot, rhythmic squeezes. Juices squelched loudly around my knuckles—schlorp-schlop-schlick-schlop—as I curled them upward, stroking that swollen spot inside her that made her pussy milk me in frantic, wet pulse-pulse contractions. My tongue dove deeper, relentless—lapping hungrily at her gaping hole, sucking her plump lips into my mouth, flicking rapid flicks across her clit, even grazing it lightly with my teeth. Her pussy spasmed wildly, flooding my mouth with more of her slick honey, overflowing to drip in heavy puddles onto the table below. The room filled with wet slaps, filthy slurps, and her broken moans—"Nngh~yes—right there—fuck!"—a depraved, echoing chorus that drowned out everything else. I blew a deliberate stream of cool air across her hypersensitive folds. Her pussy quivered uncontrollably, clit twitching hard, triggering another desperate scream. "Fuuuck~Eros!" Her tits heaved frantically, nipples rock-hard and straining, ass bucking upward off the wood. "Miami was nothing compared to this," I growled against her, plunging my tongue deep into her clenching hole while my fingers took over her clit—rubbing firm, slippery circles. Her pussy flooded harder, the table utterly slick beneath her grinding ass, juices pooling thick under her thighs with glistening schlick-schlick-slurp-slurp sounds. "This cunt—tight, drenched, fucking perfect—takes my mouth like it was born for it." Her first orgasm crashed through her without warning—pussy spasming violently around my fingers, clit pulsing wildly under my tongue, thick arcs of her cum squirting out in wet splash-splash-splash bursts that soaked my face and the table alike. Her tits bounced erratically, ass slamming down in heavy thud-thud-thud impacts, her scream ripping through the room—"I’m cumming—oh god—Eros!"—sharp enough to shatter glass, moans rolling like distant waves. I didn’t stop. I kept eating her through it—tongue lapping greedily at every fresh drop, fingers curling deeper inside her milking walls, lips sucking hard on her throbbing clit, drawing out every clench and quiver. Juices flooded my mouth, streamed down my chin, pooled in obscene puddles on the wood with constant wet squelches—slurp-schlop-schlick-schlop—mingling with her endless, pleading moans: "More—fuck—don’t stop—please!" She came again almost immediately—pussy gushing harder, clit throbbing against my tongue, tits heaving in massive waves, ass grinding desperately against the table in frantic squeak-squeak-squeak rhythms. Her scream tore out raw and triumphant—"Eros—yes—fuck—yes!"—as rivers of her cum poured over the edge. Finally, I pulled back, breathless. Her pussy gaped open before me, lips swollen and flushed deep crimson, clit glistening under a thick sheen of her honey, hole winking with aftershocks as juices continued streaming in lazy rivers down the table.