Busty mom Sara Jay gets facialized

Title: “A Naughty Encounter with MILF Sara Jay”

They say that curiosity killed the cat, but in my case, it awakened the beast. I had always been fascinated by Sara Jay, the voluptuous MILF withMommy the biggest, roundest, most mouth-watering tits I had ever seen. My buddy, a film student, had gotten wind of my fascination and offered to set up a shoot, propositioning the buxom beauty to star in an art film he was producing. Little did I know that this ‘art film’ would be a portal to the most erotic encounter of my life.

The day of the shoot arrived like it had been ripped out of my wildest fantasies. There she was, Sara Jay, in all her glory, her massive fake tits threatening to spill out of her tiny, skin-tight dress. Her icy blue eyes met mine, and I nearly gasped at the brief flicker of lust that flashed across her face. She turned to my friend, who was busy setting up the camera, and without so much as a word, unzipped her dress leisurely.

The fabric fell to the floor in a puddle, revealing her spectacular body. There was no bra to contain her enormous breasts, no panties to cover her perfectly shaved pussy. She wiggled her hips slightly, her ass swaying hypnotically as she approached me. Her lips curled into a wicked grin, and without warning, she dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans down with her.

My cock sprang free, hard as steel and dripping with anticipation. Sara looked up at me from beneath her long lashes, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Mmm, looks like you’re ready for me, stud,” she purred, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. I groaned at the sensation, my hands instinctively reaching out to grab her hair.

With a deftness that spoke of experience, Sara wrapped her lips around my shaft, sucking hard and fast. Her hands worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking and squeezing every inch of my throbbing flesh. She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper and deeper into her throat with each pass. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building in my loins, but I didn’t want it to end so quickly.

“Enough,” I growled, pulling her off my cock with a wet pop. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and lust. “I want to fuck you,” I said, my voice raw with need.

Sara stood up, her massive tits swaying with the movement. She turned around and bent over, presentation her round, perfect ass to me. I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped forward, positioning myself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her wet, eager pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out, arching her back and pushing her ass against me. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I started to fuck her hard and fast. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans of pleasure echoing off the walls.

I could feel the heat building in my core, my orgasm approaching faster than I wanted. I pulled out of her pussy, flipping her around so she was facing me. “I’m going to cum,” I grunted, my hand pumping my cock furiously.

Sara fell to her knees in front of me, her tongue lolling out in anticipation. I aimed my cock at her face, ready to unleash my load. With a groan, I exploded, my hot, thick cum shooting out and splattering across her face. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue, while the rest coated her cheeks and forehead.

She licked her lips, savoring the taste of my essence. “Mmm, you came a lot,” she purred, wiping some of the cum from her face and pushing it into her mouth. “I love the taste of a cock that’s been shoved deep inside my pussy.”

My friend cleared his throat, reminding us of his presence. “That was some intense stuff,” he said, looking down at the camera. “I think we got some great footage for the film.”

Sara stood up, completely unabashed by her nudity. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to take a shower now,” she said, turning to walk away. I couldn’t help but watch her ass sway as she left the room.

My buddy turned to me, a grin spreading across his face. “Dude, you just fucked Sara Jay,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. I couldn’t help but laugh, still reeling from the erotic experience.

As I walked out of the studio, my mind replaying the events of the afternoon, I couldn’t help but marvel at the power of curiosity. It had led me to sample the forbidden fruit, to taste the forbidden nectar, and to come away with a newfound appreciation for naughty moms like Sara Jay. I knew that this was an experience that I would cherish forever, a memory that would keep me warm on cold winter nights.

But as I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. That my encounter with Sara Jay was the first of many to come, each one more daring and scandalous than the last. I smiled to myself, wondering what other adventures awaited me on the wild side of life.