My Sexy babe legs are apart in a wanton invitation, and I can barely contain the fire that rages within me. I recall the first time I laid eyes on him – a chiseled craftsman in his late 30s, with strong hands, a commanding presence, and a hunger that matched my own. From the moment he entered my boudoir, the air was electric with tension. He ripped off all his clothes, exposing his massive hard-on.
As he knelt before me, his lips brushing against the soft flesh of my thighs, his tongue glided up and into my dripping pussy. I could feel his desire, hot and urgent. He worshiped my body with his mouth, lavishing attention on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my Sexy breasts until they were stiff and aching. I moaned, arching my back, desperate for more.
That girthy cock stretched me out good, but I needed it deeper. My legs wrap around his waist, pushing him further inside. The penetration was so fucking intense, I almost lost my mind!
Our bodies moved in perfect sync, a sensual dance of lust and need. I could feel him throbbing within me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his climax. And fuck was there a milky explosion inside me like never before.