The MILF

TROY

Suddenly, something changes, and all my inhibitions leave me. I bury my face in her cleavage, my tongue seeking out each hard nipple as she moans against me. My fingers easily slide into her, and she begins to ride them. Our mouths meet again, and every fantasy I’d ever had about my best friend’s mother came to life.

She is insanely hot. Her chestnut brown hair is wrapped around my fingers as I lift her, guiding my cock into her dripping-wet entrance. I don’t even consider a condom, and neither does she. Her pussy walls clench around me as I quickly lift my shirt off. Kristina runs her hands over my arms appreciatively as she begins to slowly ride me.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as I watch her react to my fingers on her clit. I feel like I’m going to shoot my load instantly, but then, she looks down at me, and I can’t help but take over.

I flip her over so her ass is presented to me, and as I slam my cock back into her wet hole, I imagine what it would be like to fuck her ass.

Her screams and moans are so loud now that I know I’ll have complaints in the morning. But I don’t care. This is all I wanted.

“Harder, Troy, HARDER!”

Her husky voice is only making me harden further as I pound into her relentlessly. My fingers grip her hips so hard that I knew I’ll leave bruises. I don’t care.

Suddenly, it isn’t about who she is or about her pleasure. It’s about mine.

I pull my cock out, wiping her juices over her tight asshole as she stiffens beneath me.

“Hold on, Kristina,” I whisper before slamming my cock into her ass. Her screams are deafening, but they are screams of pleasure. Nevertheless, I wrap one hand around her mouth, pounding into her ass as she shudders beneath me.

“Oh, Troy, oh my God,” she whimpers beneath me until my vision goes dull.

I explode so hard inside her ass that, for a moment, I can’t breathe. When I slide out of her, I can’t help but watch the cum ooze out of her puckered hole.

I’m still hard, but between us, we are sweaty, and the smell of our mixed bodily fluids is filling the air around us.

“Shower?” I suggest, and she nods eagerly.

Our eyes meet in a haze of heated passion.

“Shower.”