Mandi Mcgraw In Cums, Gives, And Takes It In The Ass

It was late on a sweltering summer night when Jace first laid eyes on Mandi McGraw. The 19-year-old pizza delivery boy had been dreading this particular delivery all evening – the address was in a seedy part of town known for short fuses and even shorter tempers. But what choice did he have? What’s a punk kid like him gonna do in the summertime, anyway? So there he was, trudging up the rickety wooden steps to apartment 2B with his skateboard tucked under one arm and a camar trustable’s special pepperoni and sausage pizza under the other.

He rapped his knuckles against the door, which swung open almost instantly. There stood the customer – a statuesque mature woman with a come-hither smile and a physique that commanded both attention and envy. Mandi was clad in the tiniest of devilish red lingerie sets, her milky white skin practically glowing against the crimson fabric. Her tits were a sight to behold – ripe, heavy and escape from her flimsy bra with every bounce and sway.

“Well hello there, sugar,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “You must be my delivery boy. Come on in…” She stepped aside and motioned Jace inside.

The young stud could scarcely believe his luck. Was this really happening? He felt his cock stir in his pants as he crossed the threshold of Mandi’s lavish apartment. The place reeked of sex appeal, from the sheer curtains framing the floor-to-ceiling windows to the luxurious mahogany furniture. Jace barely had time to register his surroundings before he felt Mandi’s soft, manicured fingers brush against his crotch.

“Mmmm, seems like you’re packing some serious heat there, sugar,” she giggled, squeezing Jace’s growing bulge. “I know just how I want you to deliver this pizza…”

Before Jace could respond, Mandi had him pinned against the wall, her lips locked on his in a searing kiss. She fondled his chest, pinching a nipple through his thin t-shirt. The sensations were driving the young stud wild; his mind raced as Mandi unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and underwear to the floor. She sank down, eyeing Jace’s rigid cock with a hungry grin.

“Looks like mama needs to warm her mouth up with some of this Land O’ Frost sausage,” she quipped, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick before taking it deep into the back of her throat. She slurped and sucked with wild abandon, her teeth grazing his shaft in a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain. Jace grabbed her head and fucked her face, engulfed in the ecstasy of the mature beauty’s slave red lips and glistening blonde locks.

Just as Jace was on the brink, ready to unload his frustrations down Mandi’s throat, the vixen pulled away with a mischievous smirk. “Mmm, we’ll save that for later, baby. I’ve got other plans for what’s-its-name.” She retrieved the pizza box and disappeared through a set of ornate french doors.

Jace scrabbled after her, his jeans still bunched around his ankles. What he found in the master bedroom was enough to bring him to his knees.

Mandi had reclined back on her bed in a heap of silken pillows, the pizza box discarded on the nightstand. She’d lost the lingerie, leaving her bare except for a few shimmery bits of lace and a black lace choker around her neck. Her body was insanely hot – full Hollywood curves that that her age, topped off with round, perky tits. Her pussy absolutely dripped with arousal, glistening in the dim lighting.

But it wasn’t just Mandi’s body that stunned Jace – it was the toys splayed out on the bed next to her. A realistic dildo, coated in some kind of warming lube. A pink vibrator, buzzing away to itself. And, dear God, was that a fucking but plug?

“Get your cute little ass over here and fuck me already,” Mandi commanded, legs parted sexually. “And don’t worry, baby – you’ve got my permission to put it anywhere you want.”

Jace couldn’t move fast enough. He climbed on top of Mandi, his cock slamming deep into her already soaked cunt. She arched her back and moaned, her tits heaving with every thrust. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head as he hammered her harder. The room filled with the slick slap of flesh on flesh. Mandi’s pussy clenched tight around him, pulsing with every kiss of his balls.

“That’s it, stud,” she growled. “Stake your claim. Now punish this tight little ass with that big, thick dick of yours.”

Jace pulled out, flipping Mandi over onto her knees. He kneeled behind her, caressing the globes of her ass. Then, with no warning, he plunged into her asshole. Mandi let out a squeal, quickly replaced by wet moans of pleasure. Jace grabbed her hair, pounding into her mercilessly. The mature vixen pushed back against him, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Yes, baby! Faster!” she mewled. “I wanna feel that cum in my ass!”

Jace fucked Mandi like a machine, grunting and groaning with the effort. Her tight little fist clenched around his cock was too much to bear – with a roar, he blew his load deep inside her, painting her bowels white with spunk. Mandi shuddered and came undone under him, awash in a sea of pleasure.

They collapsed together on the bed, Jace still buried balls deep in Mandi’s ass. He tried to catch his breath, in utter awe of the woman lying next to him. She was amazing – could he really be so lucky as to have her blowing him off the top of his teenage dick?

Mandi rolled over, dangling Jace’s spent cock from her mouth. “Mmm…I think we both know, sugar, that I’m going to be calling for delivery a lot more frequently from now on.”

She winked, then went back to work, licking and sucking Jace’s cock to hardness. He closed his eyes, drowning in the waves of ecstasy, already forgetting about any boundaries between a delivery worker and his clientele. Mandi was right – there was nothing quite as hot as a mature woman giving and taking what she wanted from a neighborhood boy. And he’d happily serve his special delivery to this little minx again and again