MILF

She slams the desk in heels that cost more than your rent—tits shoved against silk, thighs flexing under that pencil skirt. You know she fucks like she pays bills: on time, twice, and keeps the receipt. Fingers wrapped around your neck, she drags your mouth straight to her nipple, wet silk slipping down like wet paper. Cock throbbing against her silk-slick panties, you can’t shove in fast enough—her hips snap back, wet cunt swallowing every inch with a filthy pop. She makes you sit still while she rides: slow, deep slams that grind your sac against her slick clit. Nails cut heat across your chest and she laughs when you moan like a bitch boy. Moans pour out every time she clenches: one sticky moment after another, her walls milking your dick raw until she nuts all over your balls, quivering, claiming the couch as hers. She kisses sloppy, biting lip, and slams your head against the pillow so she can squat on your tongue till she creams again.