Brünette Tittenmilf am Sofa geknattert

Title: “Riding the Milf at the Sofa”

The sun had barely begun to set as the brunette milf settled herself onto the plush leather sofa in her living room. Her violet eyes, a testament to the make-up she wore, glistened in the fading light. Her ample breasts, barely contained by the sinfully low-cut, red silk dress that hugged her curves, heaved with each breath. She had a thirst, a hunger that needed satisfying – and she had just the man for the job.

The doorbell rang and she knew it was him. Rising, she sauntered to the front door, her hips swaying, power playing each step. Clicking open the door, she greeted the tall, muscular delivery man with a sultry smile. “You must be delivers for me,” she purred, her voice dripping with suggestiveness.

“Yes, ma’am. One package, as ordered,” he replied, winking as his eyes lingered on her voluptuous figure. Handing her the small, innocuous box, he leaned in closer, his breath hot on her exposed neck. “Is there anything else I can do for you… today?”

“Oh, you clever boy,” she said, batting fake lashes as she took the box. “As a matter of fact, I have a delivery of my own…”

She grabbed him by his collar, pulling him inside and slamming the door behind them. Pressing him against the wall, she captured his mouth in a fierce, searing kiss. Her hands roved his body, one sliding down to squeeze his ass, the other palming the growing bulge in his cargo shorts.

He responded in kind, his hands cupping her tits, thumbing her nipples through the flimsy fabric. She moaned into the kiss, grinding herself against him. Breaking away, she took his hand and led him to the sofa, pushing him down.

Straddling his lap, she undulated her hips, rubbing her soaked pussy against his throbbing cock. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her tits fully. Latching onto a nipple, he sucked roughly as he fondled the other. She keened with pleasure, her hands fingers threading through his hair.

Gyrating faster, she felt her orgasm approaching. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she cried out. Removing his mouth from her chest, he caught her nipple between his teeth and bit down hard, sending her hurtling over the edge. Her cunt spasmed as she came hard, her juices soaking his shorts.

Panting, she slid off him. Shoving her dress up around her waist, she removed her black lace panties before freeing his rock hard erection. Dripping with precum, she stroked it languidly. Maintaining eye contact, she put the swollen head to her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick the slit. Swirling her tongue around the crest, she took him fully inside, her lips stretching wide.

Sucking hard, she bobbed up and down, one hand on his shaft, the other toying with his heavy balls. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. Straddling him again, she positioned his cock at her opening. Lowering herself inch by inch, she threw her head back on a long moan as he filled and stretched her.

Bouncing on him wildly, her tits jiggling as the ground down hard on his dick. He gripped her ass, slamming her down, deeper, harder, faster. The slapping of wet flesh and their moans and grunts filled the room.

“Oh fuck, I’m close!” he warned, beads of sweat rolling down his chest. Without warning, she dismounted and scooted down, taking him into her mouth once more. Sucking him viciously, she fondled his sack, coaxing out his explosive orgasm.

With a guttural shout, he came violently, pumping stream after stream of hot, thick cum down her throat. She swallowed it all, licking him clean as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

Climbing off him, she laid on the sofa, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening and swollen. “Fuck me,” she panted. “Fuck me now!”

He moved between her thighs, plunging deep into her plush, wet cunt. Thrusting wildly, he drilled into her and she raised her hips to meet his, the sounds of their coupling rising once more.

“Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!” she shrieked as her cunt tightened around his dick. He felt her stiffen, her fingernails raking his back as she came again, gushing fluid coating his cock and balls.

He didn’t stop, prolonging her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook her.

Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and slick with sweat. After a moment, he rolled off her. She snuggled into his side, one leg draped over his hip, tracing random patterns on his thigh with a fingertip.

“That was amazing,” she murmured, kissing his jaw.

“Definitely the best package delivery ever,” he laughed, squeezing her thigh. She grinned up at him before a wicked glint entered her eyes.

“My, aren’t you the cocky one?” Rolling away, she knelt on the floor between his legs. Stroking his softening cock with both hands, she said, “I think you need some Chinese food, Deliveroo style.”

And that’s exactly what she did.