Milf House Part 3: Destroy Me Completely

The phone screen lit up: "I'll swing by by 6 PM."

Everything in my lower abdomen tightened and broke out in goosebumps, my clitoris tensed, a pulse throbbed in my veins.

How audacious, I thought: he didn't even ask if I want to... or if I have to? 😏

He's only 22 — and what am I even doing? And he's got a 22 cm tool. Coincidence? Hardly: the perfect combo. If anything — it's his own fault 😉

God, who am I kidding — of course I want to. Or have to? 😏 His insolence only sharpened the hunger; I no longer had the strength to stay on the sidelines.

I've wanted it for two days now: in the morning, while the toothbrush glides over my teeth; on the subway, when someone presses against me in the crowd; in the bathroom, in the kitchen

and even at the table during business negotiations — he's infiltrated all my minutes. His image turned my usual day into a taut string: every second stretched like sweet caramel, bringing closer what I was waiting for more and more desperately. I composed bold scenarios and caught myself thinking that my heart was racing ahead of my mind. Do I want to — or have to? — the question dissolved in the viscous anticipation that burned brighter and brighter.

I suddenly realized this was reality. That I have... I HAVE! A double life: I'm cheating on my husband, and lying will become harder and harder. But my blood pounded so insistently that reason gave way to thrill.

To hell with it all — I want, finally, to think with my front, not my head!

I dashed out of the front door in a lace corset the color of ripe cherry and semi-transparent shorts, over which I'd thrown a long black coat — matching the stiletto-heeled shoes. My fingers nervously checked the perfect pedicure: nails painted a deep burgundy, gleaming in the orange streetlight.

A second — and I saw him, sprawled on a velvet-black Harley. The wind played with the ribbons of his jacket, the engine purred softly, and in this scene, the city behind both our backs seemed to cease to exist. My heart pounded, my hands betrayed me by sweating, between my legs grew wet.

— Get on," he barked with a slight smirk, "I want to take you for a ride through the night city, just you, me, and the engine noise." His blue eyes held a challenge and a promise of endless play.

I obeyed. Hugging him just below the waist, I felt his cock respond and pulse under my palm, and an involuntary smile appeared on my lips. The coat flew open; he touched my thigh, then squeezed it tighter and on an exhale said: "Someone's getting fucked tonight!)))"

We sped forward: the wind threw warm streams of gasoline and leather scent into my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling every jolting surge of the engine reach the very core of my sensuality, winding it up to the limit.

Suddenly he slowed down by a narrow alley, whose streetlamp cast a long shadow on the ground.

He killed the engine, turned away, and, without a word, leaned towards my feet. The coat was slightly fastened, and I felt him carefully remove my shoe, exposing my ankle. The cold night air burned my skin, but his lips were a searing spark. He slowly licked my foot, ran his tongue over each toe, along the inner arch, as if drawing an invisible pattern on the velvety curve,

— a hellish cocktail of delight and lust.

— I hope you're naked under the coat..." he whispered, raising his eyes to me.

I nodded, feeling blood spreading through my body, leaving behind a blazing trail of greedy impatience. He pushed the coat aside, and the lace corset revealed the curves of my hips and breasts, my nipples betrayingly erect.

I had just returned from vacation: my whole body was evenly and deeply tanned, but the narrow strip on my labia remained a tender pink, slightly swollen, wet 💦 and shiny.

His hand slid under the fabric, stroked my skin, and slipped towards my pubis. His fingers sank into the wet flesh, I moaned...

<>, he exhaled, "I adore your looks."

— Spread your legs for daddy, be a good girl.

— I spread them )))

With one foot I braced against his chest and whispered: "First — you get undressed for me, baby." In the same instant, the t-shirt slid up over the contours of his abs; where his underwear went, I don't really remember anymore. Before me stood completely naked and beautiful, my Greek god.

In response, he carefully took me by the waist and lifted me over the motorcycle. Slowly hoisting me up with one hand and letting me slide smoothly down onto his erect cock, and simultaneously pulled me gently towards him.

I slid up, and he pulled me down forcefully, driving it deeper — the rhythm became more and more intense, I was dripping wet.

Each movement completed the previous one and picked up the next: I soared — he dragged me down, impaled me on his cock hard and mercilessly. The friction burned and caressed simultaneously, my breath grew ragged, my ears pounded. His hands gripped my luscious ass firmly, his lips whispered inarticulate sounds.

I felt him let go of my pussy and switch to my ass — and that's a completely different penetration. I wasn't ready for that.

Sweet pain and a tremor pierced me; my body arched, unable to accept this new sensation. The tender, juicy, velvety flesh of my butt took him whole, right down to his balls. 🤤

His movements became piston-like — resilient, rhythmic thrusts that vibrated inside me and spread in pulsating waves throughout my body. His stomach was all wet from my slick, it was flowing abundantly from my labia. 💧 Our bodies, sweaty and thoroughly wet, slid against each other faster and faster. My ass shuddered and vibrated in waves.

A bright orgasm washed over me: my ears rang, I went deaf; my body shook, I gasped for air. He pressed me to him, as if soothing: "Easy, little one, easy. Good, so good, you're doing great!))"

The tenderness didn't last long, and I felt myself being literally dragged along his sweaty body and placed on my knees.

<> — he said it a bit roughly and hoarsely; he was shaking. Strong, muscular arms — veins bulging. First he gently pulled my head towards him, then grabbed my hair so hard I knew: there's no escaping, and I submitted.

The huge cock went deep into my throat — I choked, no one asked me. The thrusts became stronger and harder. My whimpering excited him...

He moaned sweetly. 🤤 His body tensed, his back arched, his hips trembled, and on an exhale a hot wave of fluid burned my throat. I swallowed, I choked, I got off on how beautifully and sweetly he came. 🤤

He let me go; he was shaking. He collapsed next to me on the ground. I was covered in spit and fluid. We were both breathing heavily. I remember, for the first time in my life, lying on the ground, I — like a desecrated shrine — felt complete peace and freedom. I no longer cared about my husband, work, routine... I didn't give a damn about anything, except for the tool between that boy's legs. 😏