02E2226-Mature woman having sex with a boy rich in kisse
The salacious tale of a ravishing mature woman and her torrid tryst with a young boy
In the sultry heat of the day, the venerable Mrs. július was afflicted with an unquenchable thirst. Not for water, but for the forbidden fruit of youth. Perched on a bar stool in a dimly lit dive, her ample bosom heaving within the confines of a flimsy sundress, she scanned the room with hooded eyes. It was then that she spied him – young, gifted, and untouched.
With a sensual sway of her hips, she sauntered over to the wide-eyed youth, her crimson lips curling into a wicked grin. He was barely old enough to shave, let alone satisfy a woman of her refined tastes. But there was a certain guileless charm to his boyish features that set her pulse racing.
“Hello there, darling,” she purred, sliding onto the stool beside him. “I’m July, and I can’t help but notice that you’ve been eyeing me all evening.”
The boy gulped, his Adams apple bobbing furiously as he attempted to locate his voice. “I-I, um, n-nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Oh my, aren’t you just precious,” she laughed, her hand finding his thigh beneath the table. “Why don’t we take this up to my room and get a little… acquainted?”
With a nod, he all but leapt from his seat, following her out of the bar like a puppy chasing after its owner. Her heels clicked against the marble floors as they rode the elevator up to her suite, the sexually charged air between them palpable.
No sooner had July shut the door than she had the boy pinned against it, her mouth claiming his in a searing kiss. He responded with all the clumsy eagerness of youth, his hands roaming over her curves as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real. She guided him towards the bed, slipping the straps of her sundress from her shoulders to reveal the ripe bounty of her breasts.
“Now then,” July crooned, pushing him down onto the tousled sheets. “Let’s see what you’re made of, shall we?”
With a wanton moan, she straddled his face, grinding her aching wetness against his inexpert tongue. He lapped at her eagerly, but his tongue lacked the finesse she craved. Impatient, July reached down to unfasten his shorts, freeing his straining erection.
It was uncircumcised and long, but too thin to really do the job. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers. Spitting into her palm, she circled the base with her fingers, pumping him with an expertise he could only dream of attaining.
“Mmm, such a good boy,” she purred, her hips undulating against his mouth. “You’re going to make me feel so good, aren’t you?”
As if in answer, he doubled his efforts, his tongue darting out to tracing the slick folds of her pussy. She was getting close now, her walls clenching around nothing as he pleasured her. Release came swiftly, her body quivering and shaking as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
Impatient now, July climbed off the boy, straddling his hips and rubbing her slick wetness along the length of his cock. He thrust up into her desperately, his hands digging into her generous hips.
“Oh f-fuck,” he gasped as she enveloped him fully, her inner muscles fluttering and squeezing. She moved over him with ruthless abandon, riding him hard and fast, chasing after her next peak.
“Cum for me,” July demanded, her fingers finding her clit, stroking and teasing. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
The boy obeyed, spilling into her with a shout, his thin body jerking and shuddering beneath her. July shuddered through her own release, milking every last drop from him before collapsing beside him, utterly spent.
“That was…wow,” he panted, running a shaky hand through his tousled hair. “I’ve never…”
“I know, darling,” July laughed lowly. “Why do you think I picked you?”
Because youth is fleeting, but a skilled woman’s touch is forever. And July intended to savor the guilty pleasure of debauching yet another impressionable young man for as long as her meetings and circumstance allowed.
