A Sexy Mature MILF Opens Her Tenants Package by Mistake and Finds a Tantaly Sex Doll.

The Mature Minx and Her Mistaken Encounter

Sandra, a voluptuous 50-something MILF, was enjoying the quiet solitude of her afternoon. Her two adult children had moved out, leaving her house to herself and her tenant, a mysterious entrepreneur named John. She hummed softly as she went about her chores, the sun warming her face through the kitchen window.

A knock at the door startled her from her reverie. She opened it to find a deliveryman holding a large, unmarked package. “Sign here, ma’am. It’s for one of your tenants,” he said, shoving a tablet into her hands.

Sandra signed absentmindedly, too distracted by the bulky sender’s address: “Fantasy Dolls Inc.” She clocked John’s apartment number written in blackSharpie on the cardboard. Curious, she carried it inside, placing it on the kitchen counter. The package was too big to be a typical Amazon delivery – it must be something kinky, she thought with a smirk. Probably one of those inflatable dolls.

But one look at the item’s description – “Life-Size Realistic Sex Doll” – and her jaw dropped. A sex doll? What kind of freak was her tenant, anyway? Her piqued curiosity demanded she take the doll out to get a closer look. Tearing into the packaging, she was astonished by what she discovered.

The doll was drop-dead gorgeous, with long, silky blonde hair, full, pouty lips, and a slim, yet curvy figure. But it wasn’t the doll’s beauty that excited Sandra the most; it was the way her body felt when she caressed it. The doll’s flesh was remarkably lifelike, with smooth, silicone skin giving resoundingly when she poked it. So lifelike, in fact, that a tingle of arousal unfurled inside her. Maybe this doll would finally satisfy some of her pent-up desires…

A sudden realization sparked: nobody needed to know what she was up to. There was no way John could know his sex doll was missing! Rangers from her younger days came roaring back at the thought of having forbidden, illicit sex with a realistic lifelike doll. Before she could second guess herself, she carried the doll into the master bedroom and closed the door.

Slowly, methodically, she started to undress the doll – and herself. Clothing fell to the floor as she exposed the doll’s exquisite body. She ran her hands along the contours of its hips and cupped its full, perky breasts. So sinfully sensual, and she only just begun…

Pulling the doll onto the bed with her, Sandra lost herself in forbidden pleasure, touching and teasing herself, both. Her fingers caressed the doll’s lips as she climbed on top, guiding it between her thighs. She had to slow down her breathing to calm racing heart as the tip of the doll’s erection grazed her bare slit. God, how she wanted this!

Slowly, torturously, she sank down onto the thick shaft, engulfing it inside her. A deep, guttural groan erupted from her as its girth stretched her tight walls taut. She started to rock her hips, riding the doll with mounting desire. Lost in a haze of lust, she began to piston herself down onto it feverishly.

“Yes… just like that,” she whispered, sweat beading her skin. The doll hit depths she’d never experienced, making her inner muscles clench and convulse. Her release was building fast. compensating for her abandon with the knowledge that the doll couldn’t satisfy her soul.

She rode the doll faster, harder, ruthlessly seeking her orgasm. Her inner walls started to flutter as an exquisite pressure gathered deep inside her core. Oh God, she was close… So agonizingly close… “Fucking take it!” she growled, slamming herself down onto the doll as she felt herself tightening. “Unnnhh, fuck!” With a strangled cry, she felt her climax hit, her body jerking with the force of it.

Spent, she collapsed forward, the doll still buried inside her. A thrill raced through her from the sinful act. She basked in the afterglow, a naughty grin spreading across her flushed face. Looked like she’d be keeping John’s dolly a little longer, playing with it over and over. Surely he wouldn’t mind…

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open. Sandra froze, still clutching the doll. John stood gaping at the scene before him, his eyes bulging with shock. “Mom?!” he gasped, “What the hell are you doing?!”