Her E cup boobs were a little up tilted but swayed as she moved, her nipples like pink bullets. “I don’t know…sort of.”
“Sort of? Porn sex It had been like any normal March weekend. It felt like a hand and then something else…something velvety, but hot and wet. He was partly stunned, partly terrified, but hugely aroused. Her previous house had been in a quiet cul de sac and faced a derelict field, so it was never an issue. He tried the handle and knocked on the door tentatively. Suddenly he realised he could hear voices on the landing. Her blonde hair was almost to her elbows and had a swishy, fine texture, which moved when she did. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the sensations of a woman’s vagina on his penis. He squirmed with a half strangled sound, muffled by Julie’s quim grinding on his mouth. He could smell her hair; the scent of her scalp in the fibres of the pillow case. He walked, mesmerised as he watched her butt. To say she was a MILF was an understatement. The second voice was in a slightly higher pitch, maybe a younger woman he thought. I can’t see a…”
There was a loud bang as the bedroom door was slammed shut.
