0008-BST-028-6-ero.mp4
Title: “A Private Affair: Mrs. Li’s Indiscretion”
Deep in the heart of Hong Kong, within the luxurious confines of a high rise penthouse, Mrs. Li stood before the full-length mirror admiring her figure. Her silk robe, the color of finest jade, hugged her voluptuous curves like a second skin. She was a picture-perfect specimen of a modern Asian Meredith, her alabaster skin glistening under the soft bedroom lights.
At 43, Mrs. Li was still a striking beauty, boasting of a luscious pair of DD-cups that managed to stay perky throughout the years. The years of being married to Mr. Li, one of the wealthiest men in Hong Kong, had been kind to her, aging her gracefully like fine wine. Her long raven tresses cascaded down her back like an onyx Waterfall. She was a cougar in every sense o the term, exuding enigmatic charm and raw sensuality.
The click-clack of her stiletto heels echoed through the sprawling bedroom as she sauntered towards the bed where her lover lay sprawled, bare-chested and waiting for her. A sly smile crept across her cherry blossom lips as she beheld the sight before her. At 28, he was a mere boy compared to her, a younger colleague from work who had caught her eye with his boyish charm and rock-hard physique. She fancied forbidden liaisons, the thrill of the impending danger was intoxicating.
“Saving yourself for me?” she purred, eyeing his imposing manhood that seemed to reach higher than imaginable. He smirked in response, hands behind his head, enjoying the control he had over the situation.
“Mrs. Li, you know I’m always ready for you,” he replied, his voice dripping with lust.
She untied her robe, letting the fabric pool onto the floor like puddle of molten silver. His eyes widened, devouring every inch of her naked form. She strutted towards him and straddled his waist, feeling his hard muscle against her soft curves. A throaty moan escaped her lips as she felt his erection press against her wet entrance. He matched her moan, his hands finding home on her waist.
They rocked against each other, hands roaming and exploring like teenagers discovering their bodies afresh. His fingers dug into the pliant flesh of her hips as she gyrated above him, taking him in deep. Her hands threaded through his hair, guiding him to suckle on her engorged nipples. He obliged, switching between breasts with abandon, worshipping her tits like a reverent supplicant.
“Fuck me hard, make me scream,” she hissed, yearning to be filled by his thick throbbing cock. “I want your cum dripping out of me.”
She threw her head back in a guttural moan as he flipped their positions, slamming into her at a furious pace. His pubic bone hit her G-spot dead-on, the pleasure unbearable. Her walls clenched tightly around him, milking his shaft as he continued his relentless pounding. Drool licked the corner of her mouth, inhibitions forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned, feeling his balls tighten with impending release. Her screams grew louder, a cacophony of lewd moans and encouragements. When the moment arrived, he buried his cock deep inside her and painted her walls white with his seed. His cock throbbed as it pumped rope after rope of hot jizz inside her willing body.
She climaxed a moment later, her pussy gushing and squelching lewdly as orgasm rippled through her. Her voice echoed through the penthouse, ‘Fuck, ng oi, ng oi!’ He collapsed on top of her as they catch their breaths, slowly coming down from their high.
As cliche as it sounded, mixing business with pleasure never felt so good. She planned to indulge her urges more often, aged wine loved being kept company by a prime vintage. After all, age is just a number.
