Chapter 103: Entering the Tight Unexpected MILF

I kept licking her pussy first—tongue flat and deep, lapping every drop her soaked hole threw at me, slurping loud as her juices coated my chin, my mouth, dripping down my neck.

Slurp... slurp... slurp—I was eating the fuck out of her, face buried deep, no mercy, tongue thrusting in and out like a cock, scooping thick sweetness.

I was struggling with her big ass cheeks spread wide—they kept trying to trap me in, soft flesh pressing my face from both sides, warm and heavy, like she wanted to smother me forever.

I took a big inhale deep in them—breathing in all the smell of her juicy ass, musky and thick, pure woman heat mixed with sweat from the long shift.

She realized how big her ass cheeks were—glancing back at me eating her out like I was starving, eyes wide then rolling, moaning louder as she put power in her thick thighs to keep her posture steady, hands reaching behind to spread her own ass cheeks wider for me so I could eat deeper, offering everything.

Below, my dick was so hard it was clinging upward to my stomach—veins pulsing, head leaking heavy, dying to get buried in her juicy ass, but I wasn’t finished eating my dinner yet.

I slurped harder—tongue fucking her pussy deep, fresh juices gushing out hot, flooding my mouth, then moving to her asshole which was tight as fuck, ring clenching but yielding as I circled slow then pushed inside.

"Alex... you like eating me out... ahh?" she asked breathy, getting turned on bad by how I worshipped her body with my tongue, face buried filthy.

"I could eat your ass for days, Heather," I growled between licks, tongue swirling her asshole deep, tasting every inch.

"Ahh... I wish my husband ate me out like that..." she moaned, body trembling harder, pushing back greedy.

"He doesn’t?" I asked, tongue thrusting her pussy again, scooping more juices.

"No... ahhh..." she cried, voice breaking. "He says it’s disgusting..."

"That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing," I rasped, diving back to her asshole—licking rough, tongue pushing deep, sucking the ring like it was candy.

She was losing control—pussy cumming so much just from my tongue, juices thick and endless, soaking my mouth full, tongue drenched, chin dripping, but man, I was loving every drop of her—salty sweet, mature flavor, years of need pouring out.

Her body shook violent—thighs quivering hard, ass clenching tight around my tongue every time I pushed deep, hands spreading herself wider desperate like she couldn’t get me deep enough, fingers digging into her own cheeks to open more.

Her thighs were so thick—if she squeezed me between them I’d die a happy man, soft but powerful, warm skin slick with her juices. I gave them love too—licking the inner thighs slow, tasting the thickness where her juices dripped heaviest, then biting hard into the soft flesh, teeth sinking deep enough to mark.

She lost control more—"Aahhh... Alex... fuck..."—body jolting wild, pussy gushing fresh as the bite stung sweet, thighs clamping then opening wider for me.

Then I stopped—pulled back slow to look at the mess I’d made of her holes: so wet, so slick with thick juices shining everywhere, pussy lips swollen red and parted, asshole twitching open slightly from my tongue, everything glistening filthy under the dim light.

"Wow, Heather... look at these," I said low, spreading her cheeks wider proud of myself for what I’d done. "You are so filthy wet..."

"Don’t look like that, Alex..." she whispered, voice small and shaky, still clinging to that last thread of shame, trying to hide her face in her arm as she felt my eyes on her ruined holes—pussy swollen and leaking thick, asshole slick and twitching from my tongue.

"You are so filthy, Heather," I rasped low, spreading her cheeks wider, fingers digging deep to expose everything. "Your son would be so proud if he saw you like this..."

The words hit her hard—shame flooding her face redder, body tensing violent, eyes squeezing shut like she could block the thought. But it only made her hotter—pussy clenching visible, fresh juices dripping heavy down her thighs, ass pushing back greedy despite the guilt.

"Don’t say that, Alex... please..." she moaned, voice breaking completely, shame twisting with raw need. "Put it in please... I want you in..."

She was losing from the shame—but still wanting my dick bad, body betraying every word, hips rocking subtle, begging silent while her mind screamed no.

I stood up after savoring the view of her exposed filthy slick holes—pussy lips swollen and parted, juices dripping thick down her thighs, asshole twitching open from my tongue, everything shining wet and ruined, making her full of shame as she felt my eyes on her most private places.

She glanced back with those glassy eyes—seeing what was about to come, biting her lip hard, body trembling in anticipation and leftover guilt.

I put her hands on the drawer in front—guiding firm so she could brace and balance. She placed them quick—gripping the edge tight, knuckles white, not wanting to wait more, ass pushing back subtle like her body was screaming for it.

I took my dick in hand—stroked once to feel the slick from her juices—and started rubbing hard on her pussy lips, which were exposed perfect with her back arched deep, lips puffy and begging.

My dick was so hard it felt like a metal rod—throbbing angry, veins pulsing, head flaring thick as I dragged it up and down her slit, teasing her clit rough, coating myself more in her mess.

"Ahh... so hard..." she moaned loud when I touched her sensitive parts—pussy already spasming wild, clenching on nothing, juices gushing fresh as the head nudged her entrance.

I put just the head in a little—stretching her pussy slow, feeling the hot grip pull me greedy, her mature motherly-tight walls neglected from years fluttering desperate around the thickness, clenching like they’d never let go.

She loved it—body jolting hard, moaning deeper and wrecked, pushing back greedy for more, getting panicky as why it was still only the head, hips rocking frantic like she’d die without the full length, ass shaking subtle as she tried to take it herself.

Her shame mixed with need—mind screaming no, body screaming yes harder, pussy flooding fresh juices around my head.

"Relax, baby," I held her hips firm—controlling the pace tight, teasing the stretch, letting her feel every vein on the head as I held still.