This week had something a little different in store for me - a MILF. Well, she didn’t have kids, so the M- part wasn’t there, but the -ILF part certainly was! I’m guessing she was in her late 30s or early 40s, but she looked at least ten years younger than that. The lady’s stacked like a plate of waffles. I met up with her on Camazon and agreed to stop by her place for lunch while her husband was at work.

I had a sneaking suspicion she had more than lunch in mind for me, so I was already hard with anticipation when I rang her doorbell. She opened the door in an apron and stockings, and that was it. Jackpot! She dragged me into the house, got on her knees and blew me without saying so much as “hello.” Well, I guess that was a hello in and of itself.

Anyway, she honked on Bobo for a hot minute, then she produced some lube, and smeared it generously on my cock. She arched an eyebrow at me, and for some reason I thought she was signaling for anal. Sure enough, I was right. She went down on all fours, I applied a little lube to her ass, and inched my way in. She gasped with pain at first, but it soon turned to moans of pleasure as I pumped her tight asshole like a bellows. Good times!

Oh, and if her husband is reading this, sorry dude. Please don’t track me down and kill me. You couldn’t resist her, so why expect it from me?