MYLF – Lusty Cougar Seduces Hot Dude By Toying Herself And Exposing Her Tits For The Stud To See

Title: “The Amorous Antics of Aunt Bryce”

Bryce, the sultry siren, lounged on the plush armchair, her silk robe the only barrier between her tantalizing curves and the world’s hungry eyes. With a shapely leg draped over the chair’s arm, she beckoned to her nephew, Jack, as he innocently entered the room.

“Well hello there, Jack,” she purred, beckoning him closer with a well-manicured finger. “Come join your dear Aunt Bryce, won’t you?” Her eyes twinkled with mischief, the aged fire in her bone structure only amplifying her carnal allure.

Awkwardly setting his textbook aside, Jack stumbled toward her, inexperienced youth warring with burgeoning lust. As he drew nearer, Aunt Bryce slid off her chair to her knees, robe falling open to reveal her braless breasts and lace-covered mounds. She reached out to stroke Jack’s thigh, sending ellipses of pleasure dancing along his skin.

“You’re a man now, Jack,” she whispered, batting her lashes saucily while slowly grasping the zipper of his jeans. “Surely you’ve nothing to hide from your dear Aunt Bryce.” As she peeled open his fly, her fingers dancing against his quickly stiffening member, gasping dramatically. “Oh, Jack! What a magnificent specimen you are!”

Jack stood frozen, but his body betrayed his reactions, cock throbbing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Aunt Bryce leaned forward, inches from its engorged head before she glanced up at him with a wicked grin. And with no further hesitation or preamble, she took him inside her mouth.

Eyes rolling back momentarily, Jack threw his head back in a guttural groan. Aunt Bryce’s pillowy lips engulfed him, smooth tongue swirling along the shaft, as he helplessly thrust in and out. Pleasure filled him, as intoxicating as it was novel. Blowing him was quickly going from a teenage exercise in personal gratification to an act of almost reverence as Aunt Bryce took him deeper, until his tip was kissing the back of her throat. Her moaned vibrations had him seeing stars, tingles racing through his limbs.

“Fuck, Aunt Bryce!” Jack exclaimed, grabbing her hair with both hands. She released him with a parting lick, her mascara running in rivulets down her flushed cheeks, as she looked up at him with a wanton, triumphant gaze. Hissed words of her own dripped with need, “I need to feel you inside me, Jack! I’m burning up for you!”

Hooking a finger in her garter, she snapped the lace as if to stress her full-throated commitment to carnal indulgence. Her handprints marked ass, she beckoned Jack closer again, reversing their positions such that she lay sprawled back against the chair with her legs spread and pussy on glistening display. She crooked a finger at him, eyes scorching with lust.

With flared nostrils, Jack mounted her, plunging his cock into the warm, caressing heat of her drenched pussy. Their groans mingled as his pelvis met hers in a brisk clap. Jack set a relentless rhythm, grunting fiercely, balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her hard and fast. The wet squelch of Aunt Bryce’s soaked cunt filled the room, punctuated by their cries. Her nails raked down his back, pressing him closer, as if she could somehow pull him even deeper into her aching core.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet him every thrust, drawing his cock in even further. Discarding all reason, Jack drove faster, harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he built toward irreversible completion. Aunt Bryce writhed beneath him, keening reach her peak, as his hand found her clit, rubbing fast circles around it. “I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

The relentless friction pushed them both over the edge, Jack crying out as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him. His cock twitched once, twice, before erupting into her, spilling his seed deep within her trembling, satisfied body.

Collapsing against her, Jack greedily inhaled her satiated little squeals and his own harsh breaths. Aunt Bryce held him close and secure in her arms, pressing luxurious kisses to his sweat-sheened brow as if he’d done her a favor and not the other way around. Still, Jack knew that gnawing feeling of guilt might creep in with the next dawn’s light, but for now, he was content in his aunt’s loving embrace.