Chapter 105: Breeding the Unexpected MILF

In this standing position, I kept thrusting up hard—her ass cheeks jiggled heavy with every slam, thick flesh rippling wild against my hips, her pussy crying with pleasure, leaking thick juices down her thighs in streams, soaking us both.

She’d held her orgasm for so long—body forgotten how to cum from all the years of not being made to orgasm proper—and I was making sure she got what she deserved, pounding deep and rough, hitting spots that made her tremble violent.

She glanced back to look at the beast I was—eyes wide and dark, turned on bad by how I took her—and kissed me deeply, tongue hungry and messy as I fucked her mature thick body like there was no tomorrow, hands clutching my neck desperate.

She moaned into my mouth—loud and broken, voice muffled against my lips, her pretty face twisted into a filthy cheating slut, brows furrowed, eyes half-closed in pure surrender, shame completely gone, just raw, animal need taking over every feature.

It made me want to cum deep that instant—balls tightening, dick throbbing wild inside her—but I held back hard, gripping her hips tighter with bruising fingers, not letting her go this easy, controlling the pace to make her crave it more.

I stopped my thrusts sudden—holding still buried deep, letting her relax a second, feel the fullness without movement, body trembling needy around me.

She missed the movement instant—pussy clenching empty on my shaft, hips rocking subtle and desperate begging for friction, ass pushing back like she couldn’t bear the pause.

"Alex... please don’t stop..." she cried soft, voice wrecked and pleading, looking back over her shoulder desperate, eyes glassy and wild.

I pulled out my cock slow—she panicked hard, eyes widening huge thinking it was over, body tensing like she’d lost everything—but I was just getting started, grinning dark at her reaction.

I turned her around slow—grabbing her thick body firm from behind, hands full of her soft curves, spinning her to face me, tits bouncing heavy with the motion.

Her boobs came into full view—massive and heaving, swaying with every breath, nipples dark and swollen begging for more abuse, skin flushed red from earlier marks.

I sucked one nipple so hard—mouth latching rough, pulling it deep with strong vacuum, tongue flicking fast over the swollen peak while my teeth grazed sharp along the edge, biting down just enough to sting sweet, tugging hard like it could fall off, making her jolt and cry out.

She loved every second—pulling me in deeper with hands fisting my hair tight, nails scraping my scalp, moaning loud and broken as I sucked rough, body arching to shove her tit harder into my face like she needed the pain, needed me to hurt her perfect.

"Fuck... Alex... you’re so wild..." she gasped, voice shaking bad, trembling from head to toe—she never had any guy fuck her like an animal before, take her body like it needed to be taken rough and owning every thick curve, no gentleness, just raw dominance that made her feel alive for the first time in years.

I switched to the other—biting harder first, teeth sinking deep to leave fresh red marks, sucking deep between bites like I was starving, hands squeezing both tits brutal—fingers digging into the heavy flesh, kneading rough until it overflowed my grip, thumbs rolling and pinching nipples swollen and dark.

She screamed soft—"Aahh... yes... harder..."—body writhing, back bowing, pussy grinding air desperate, juices leaking thick down her thighs from just her tits getting worshipped like this.

I wasn’t stopping—mouth owning them completely, marking them mine with bites and bruises, making her feel desired in ways she’d forgotten, body on fire, trembling bad under the roughness.

Then I looked at her face—grabbed her cheeks firm with one hand, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, tilting her head up to meet my eyes—and kissed her hard, tongue deep and possessive, while my other hand squeezed her boob rough, kneading the heavy weight.

Her one hand dropped to my dick—that was touching her lower stomach, smearing thick precum across her soft skin—and started stroking it slow, getting it ready to take her, fingers wrapping tight, pumping with need.

"You still want it in?" I asked low, voice rough as she stroked my dick and pulled it closer to her pussy, head nudging her swollen lips.

She bit her lip hard—eyes dark and desperate—and pulled me in to kiss her hard again, tongue hungry, moaning into my mouth. This MILF was fucking best—mature, thick, finally unleashed.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her close—so our bodies pressed tight, skin slick with sweat and hot from the heat we’d built, nothing could pass between us, her massive tits crushed soft against my chest, nipples hard and poking my skin, her soft belly molding warm to my abs, curves fitting perfect like she was made for me.

I was taller—she had to look up at me with those needy eyes, dark and desperate, lips parted wet, breath coming quick and shallow against my neck, still holding my dick in her hand tight like she couldn’t let go, fingers wrapped possessive.

I kept grabbing her hips and a little ass from behind—fingers digging deep into the thick, juicy flesh, spreading subtle to feel the give, the warmth radiating, cheeks overflowing my grip as I pulled her even tighter.

"Put it in, Heather," I said low and rough, face to face, eyes locked, my dick closer to her pussy now, thick head brushing her swollen lips, teasing the slick entrance.

She was waiting for my command—eyes locked hungry, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks, body trembling slight in anticipation.

She pulled it in—guiding slow and deliberate, hand stroking once more before lining the head perfect, inserting it careful, stretching her entrance again wide around my thickness, lips parting swollen and pink.

We both moaned deep—raw and relieved—as we felt each other’s wet warmth again, head popping in with that tight grip, her walls clamping fire-hot instant, fluttering wild like they’d been waiting years.