Chapter 335: Thick Saggy MILF is So Wet
"I... I shouldn’t..." she whispered, but her voice cracked, the protest sounding weak even to her own ears.
Tracy’s chest heaved, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly against me. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown with a mixture of shame, fear, and undeniable arousal.
She bit her lower lip, clearly struggling with the words, but her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll against me, her soaked pussy brushing against my thigh.
I tightened my grip on her wrists, pressing my hard cock more firmly against her belly, letting her feel its heat and thickness. "Say it, Tracy. Tell me you want your son’s age-mate to fuck you. Tell me you want this young cock inside you."
Her breathing became ragged. The shame was still there, but the lust was winning. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache between them, and a fresh trickle of her juices ran down her leg.
I leaned in and kissed her like an animal, devouring her mouth with raw hunger. Tracy kissed back, desperate and eager, her lips parting for my tongue as she moaned softly into the kiss.
"Mmm... ahh..." she kept moaning while kissing me, her hips moving on their own, grinding her soft belly against my cock that was hard as steel and ready to enter this warm mother’s pussy.
She was feeling deep shame at being completely naked in front of a young guy who was the same age as her own son, but her body was betraying her completely.
"See this, Tracy? Look how hard your body made me," I said, keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one strong arm. With my free hand, I took my cock and tapped it heavily against her belly, showing her the hardness and the thick girth.
Tracy’s legs spread wider without her even realizing it, her body instinctively opening for me.
I pushed my cock between her juicy thighs and started grinding slowly, letting the swollen head slide back and forth along her wet pussy lips, coating myself in her slick arousal.
"Ahhh, sir... please don’t touch it there," Tracy moaned, her voice shaky and full of conflicted shame, even as her hips rolled forward, chasing the friction.
"Why, Tracy?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as I continued grinding my cockhead against her swollen, dripping pussy lips. "Ahh... it feels so good. Your pussy lips are so slick with your arousal."
"I love my husband, sir... I have never seen another man like this," she said, her voice trembling with shame and arousal as she stood there completely naked in front of me.
I was thoroughly enjoying breaking in this saggy, mature MILF. The way her thick thighs trembled around my cock, the way her heavy breasts heaved with every breath, the way her married pussy leaked fresh juices every time my cockhead nudged her entrance, it was all driving me wild.
Tracy was a loyal wife and a devoted mother, yet here she was, naked in a fitting room, letting a man her son’s age grind his cock against her most intimate place.
Her face was flushed with deep shame, but her body kept responding, her hips subtly rocking, her pussy lips parting around the head of my cock, her nipples rock-hard and begging to be touched again. She was losing the battle between her morals and her long-neglected desires.
I kept grinding slowly, letting the thick head of my cock slide up and down her slit, teasing her clit and entrance without pushing inside yet. Every pass made her moan louder, her legs spreading a little wider as her body begged for more even while her mind tried to resist.
"Sir... this is wrong... I’m married... I have a son..." she whimpered, but her voice lacked conviction, and her pussy kept leaking more arousal onto my cock with every slow grind.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Then why is your pussy so wet for me, Tracy? Why are you spreading your legs for a man your son’s age?"
Tracy let out another soft, broken moan, her head falling back against the wall as the shame and pleasure warred inside her. Her thick, saggy body trembled in my grasp, completely at my mercy in the small fitting room.
I leaned down to her breasts and took one of her saggy, heavy tits into my mouth, sucking it gently at first, my lips closing around the soft flesh, drawing the warm, full weight between my teeth.
Then I bit down on her nipple, not too hard but firm enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure-pain through her body.
She was breaking slowly, her resistance crumbling under the intensity of being worshipped like this.
Her saggy, mature curves, the heavy breasts, soft belly, and thick thighs, were being adored by a man her son’s age, and despite the deep shame burning in her chest, her body was responding with undeniable hunger.
Her pussy left no room for doubt, it was dripping profusely, the slick juices running down her inner thighs in shiny trails, her swollen lips parting slightly as her arousal betrayed her completely.
"I... I want it, sir," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible, eyes dropping in embarrassment even as her body arched toward me. "I want your young cock... but please be gentle with me."
The admission hung in the air between us, making my cock twitch hard against her dripping pussy lips.
Tracy’s face burned with shame, but her nipples were rock-hard against my chest, and her pussy was leaking even more fresh arousal, coating the head of my cock as it rested against her entrance.
"Take it in, Tracy," I said, pulling my mouth back from her nipples and releasing one of her hands from my grasp so she could guide my cock into her faithful pussy.
She grabbed my cock gently, her fingers wrapping around the thick, throbbing shaft with a mix of nervousness and desire.
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