سکس با خانوم منشی مطب که کوسش از شهوت و حشریت خیس و ابکی شده – Fucking Horny Milf

Title: Fucking Horny Milf – The Erotic Secrets of the Office Secretary

Starring: Sara Jane, the irresistible secretary, and John Doe, the lucky client.

The office was quiet, as most were out for the day. But not Sara. She couldn’t leave, not with the conference call she had to set up on short notice. It was hard to concentrate, her mind wandering to impure thoughts. Her body thrummed with a need she couldn’t ignore.

Lost in her fantasy, Sara nearly forgot she wasn’t alone. John, the older man who had been waiting for his appointment, was still in the lobby. She had offered him coffee and a magazine while he waited, and he’d politely declined. But now, she thought she heard him stirring.

S organs rose to a peak. Slick heat flooded her panties. She needed a release, and soon. Spotting John’s broad shoulders through the lobby blinds, a wicked idea took hold. Maybe he could help… If he was game.

Sara sauntered into the lobby like a vixen in her tight pencil skirt and white silk blouse. The man looked up, eyes widening as the curvy brunette approached. His gaze drank in her ample cleavage, the swell of her breasts threatening to spill out of the straining fabric.

“Mr. Doe,” she purred in her huskiest voice, “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. Things have been quite… stimulating today, if you know what I mean.” She licked her full lips, eyes smoldering with shameless hunger as they roamed his frame.

John swallowed hard, a slight tremor in his hands as he folded the magazine. He couldn’t seem to look away from the drop-dead gorgeous creature before him. “I-I should hope so,” he managed. “Big day?”

“Oh yes, quite big,” Sara replied, stepping closer. She perched a shapely hip on the arm of his chair, letting her taut thigh brush his hand. “I’ve been waiting for a chance to…release some tension all day. Can you help me with that?”

Sara traced a crimson nail along his jawline, her breast pushing against his arm. She could feel his pulse pounding. John’s hand moved, boldly cupping her ass through the thin wool skirt. Sara shivered, biting back a moan as need flared in her core.

She captured his bruising mouth in a scorching kiss, breasts mashed against his chest as she straddled him. “Take me in the conference room,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

John obeyed in a daze, hands roaming her supple body as he followed her lush ass down the hall. In the conference room, Sara stripped off his suit jacket, buttons and tie, working his belt buckle open. She dropped to her knees, pulling his straining bulge out of his briefs.

Sara licked from base to tip, savoring the salty musk of his thick cock. “Mmm,” she hummed, fair head bobbing as she took him into her hot mouth. “What a big, juicy sausage you have, Mr. Doe,” she cooed as she released him. “I think you need plenty of meat in a sandwich to satisfy my hunger.”

Sara shed her silk blouse, unclasped her lacy black bra and revealed the heavy, creamy globes of her huge tits. “You like what you see?” she said, give her succulent nipples a tease. “Ladies first…”

John reached out, greedy to palm the lush flesh. He ducked his head to lap at a rosy peak, groaning as Sara’s perfume and warmth surrounded him. He sucked one plump nipple into his eager mouth, rolling the bud between his teeth. His fingers found her other breast, churning the soft mounds together.

“Fuck,” Sara panted, squirming as he feasted on her. She slid eager hands through his thinning hair, pushing his face into her cleavage. John redoubled his efforts, lost to her glorious tits.

“Take me,” she growled, pushing him back and undoing her skirt. Sara stepped out of the ruined garment, leaving her in a skimpy thong and heels. John’s hungry gaze devoured her long legs, the roundness of her sumptuous ass.

“Commando,” she said, hooking her thumbs in the flimsy fabric. Sara shimmied the thong over her ass, snaking it between her thick thighs. She kicked it off and bent over the conference table, jutting out her backside. “Now take a bite and spread me open.”

John fumbled with his fly, caffeine hard cock springing out once it was free. He came around behind her, blunt head nudging her slick entrance. Sara rocked back, eyes fluttering as he parted her wet folds. With one stroke, he hilted inside her greedy cunt, balls slapping her clit.

“Harder!” Sara cried, hands flying to the spotless mahogany table as he pumped in and out. The secretary lifted onto tiptoe, breasts bouncing as she fucked him back. “You like my tight milf pussy, don’t you? Stretch me out and fill me up, baby.”

“Oh god,” John grunted, hips pistoning. His heavy sack slapped her ass, his furrows kissing her clit on every thrust. “Take it all, you sexy bitch! Milk my fucking cock!”

Sara tossed her head, fucking herself back on his meaty pole. Her cunt gripped him like a velvet vise, fluttering around his shaft. With lewd, sloppy sounds, she humped his raging dick. Wet flesh smacked meat as shutters burst open and light blinded the room.

“Fuck!” Sara raged, slamming her hips back to meet his thrusts once, twice, again. Her pussy clamped down, fluttering violently as she came with a scream. “Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!”

Squirt gushed from her cunt, drenching his pumping cock as she thrashed on it. John howled, snapping his hips hard and deep. His thick cock erupted, painting her convulsing fuckhole with erupts a huge load of sticky cream. One spurt after another bathed her cunt, filling her to bursting.

“Oh, shit,” John gasped, spent. He collapsed on her back, pushing Sara’s face into the table. Both their bodies quivered, aftershocks sparking. He collapsed beside her, his humming cock flopping from her creamy snatch.

“Best conference call ever,” Sara breathed, rolling onto her side. She kissed his messy cock indulgently. “You sure you don’t need me for anything else… Mr. Doe?”