Chapter 100: Unexpected MILF Made me Lose Myself

She kept her hands on my thighs—fingers digging soft into the muscle, holding steady while her tongue worked magic, warm heaven licking slow every sensitive inch—under the head, along the veins, circling the ridge where it made me twitch hardest.

I let her tease—no giving it fully yet, just resting the head on her tongue, letting her swirl and lap, building it slow.

"Ahh... Heather... you’re good at this," I groaned, voice rough, hips rocking subtle.

She took more—mouth sliding further down the shaft, lips stretching wide around my thickness, hands still on my thighs but inching closer to my balls, squeezing the muscle hard, making me hornier, her soft mature hands knowing exactly how to touch.

She licked it so good—then used her mouth full, sucking like it was the best lollipop she’d ever had, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing under as she bobbed slow.

Slurp... slurp... slurp—the wet sounds filled the room, her spit thick and messy, dripping down the shaft.

She liked every second—eyes locked up at me, worshipping, returning the favor for all the needs I was fulfilling in her body today, pleasuring me in her mature, experienced ways.

Her mouth was heaven—technique perfect from years, warm and wet, sucking deep with just the right pressure, tongue swirling nonstop.

I was losing it—put my hands on her head gentle, letting her do all the work, fingers tangling in her ponytail loose now.

She kept one hand on my thigh—other sliding to my balls, squeezing hard, rolling them firm like she wanted to drain my cum fast, pleasure mixed with pain that made me throb harder.

"Heather... you’re so rough with my balls..." I moaned, thrusting subtle into her mouth.

She kept looking into my eyes—sucking deeper, squeezing my balls harder, making sure I was drained completely, eyes dark with filthy need.

Thick spit and juices from her chin dripped heavy to her tits—long strings falling slow, landing wet on the soft flesh, making them shine slick and messy, juicy boobs looking even juicier with our mixed cum and saliva, bouncing soft and heavy with every bob of her head, nipples hard and red from my earlier bites, throbbing visible.

I let myself enjoy the view—a thick mature MILF who’s a mother and wife, kneeling in front of me naked from the top, taking my cock like I’m her lord, worshipping me like my personal slave.

She put my cock in one hand—other squeezing my balls firm, rolling them slow and deliberate, fingers pressing just enough to make me throb harder—and tapped the head teasing on her tongue, trying to squeeze the cum out, eyes locked deep on mine, full of challenge and heat.

"You aren’t even close to cumming, Alex..." she said breathy, stroking slow and tight while looking straight in my eyes, impressed by how I held out, lips curved in that knowing mature smile.

"Do you think I’ll cum with just head, Heather?" I asked, smiling dark, voice rough from the tease.

She smiled back wider—licked the tip slow, tongue swirling the sensitive underside, circling the ridge like she knew every spot. "Am I doing it bad?"

"No, no... you’re great at this," I groaned, hand tangling gentle in her loose ponytail. "But I don’t bust from head, baby."

"Oh yeah?" she teased, pulling my foreskin really far back—pain mixing pleasure rough, making me hiss but I liked the roughness, dick throbbing harder. "What would make you bust?"

"I’ll show you what would make me shoot ropes," I growled, putting my hands out and gesturing for her to take them so she could stand up.

She smiled wide—eyes sparkling filthy—took my hands, stood slow and deliberate, letting me stop her stroking and licking, body rising like she knew the show was hers.

Her mature thick body jiggled as she rose—massive tits bouncing heavy and free, pants so tight from her aroused curves they looked ready to rip at the seams, ass cheeks straining the fabric, thighs thick and powerful.

As soon as she stood full, she pulled me in close—arms wrapping tight around my neck, body pressing full—and kissed me hard, tongue deep and hungry, moaning into my mouth like a really horny slut who’d been holding back for years, finally broken free by someone who knew how to take her.

She was wild—tongue pushing dominant, biting my lip sharp, hands clutching my back like she couldn’t get close enough.

I squeezed her boobs while kissing—juicy as fuck, man, her boobs were the best, heavy and soft in my hands, overflowing my grip, nipples rolling hard under my thumbs as I pinched rough.

Then I slapped her ass hard—sharp crack ringing, letting her know who owned her now, cheeks jiggling wild under the tight pants, ripple going long.

She moaned into the kiss louder—grinding her hips against my cock, pussy heat radiating through the fabric.

After kissing a while—tongues messy and wet, breaths hot and ragged—I turned her around slow, hands firm on her hips guiding her, feeling the soft give of her curves under my fingers.

Her back came into view—god, that thick ass, juicy body with perfect thickness everywhere, wide hips flaring out, soft rolls and dimples begging to be grabbed, mature and real in a way that made my dick throb harder.

I pulled her close—chest to her back, dick grinding hot between her cheeks again through the pants, turned on bad by the back view alone, the way her ass pressed back needy.

Kissed her shoulders from behind—slow at first, lips soft on the warm skin, then biting deep to mark her mature motherly body, teeth sinking into the soft flesh, sucking hard bruises that would last days, dark and obvious under her uniform later.

She moaned—"Aahh... Alex..."—arching back into me, pushing her ass harder against my cock, body trembling from every bite.

I licked the marks—tongue soothing the sting, then biting again lower, down her spine, tasting the sweat, the heat of her.

Hands roaming her sides—squeezing the love handles firm, then the soft belly from behind, pulling her tighter against me, feeling the warm give of her mature curves under my palms.

I was making sure I gave love to every inch of that thick body—letting her know how worth it she was, how perfect, biting everywhere I could reach: neck, shoulders, back, sinking teeth deep enough to mark but not break skin, sucking bruises that made her cry out in pleasure-pain.

She arched hard—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—body jolting with every bite, moaning nonstop, pushing back desperate for more.

I wasn’t gentle—wanted her to feel owned, worshipped rough, every soft roll and curve celebrated with my mouth, my hands, my teeth.

She could see how lustful I was for her body—how my mouth devoured every thick curve, how my dick throbbed and leaked against her ass, reacting to her mature heat like it had a mind of its own.

I was losing myself completely—pleasuring her with pain, bites and slaps that made her cry out but beg for more, something dark coming over me. This MILF was something else—real, thick, experienced in ways the young girls weren’t, body built for rough worship.

"You’re really horny for an older woman, Alex..." she teased breathy, glancing back over her shoulder, body trembling under my hands, voice low and knowing. "Your two girlfriends didn’t satisfy you today?"