Finger Fucking This Cute Milf
Casting Couch Nymphos: Finger Fucking This Cute MILF
The casting couch creaked as the busty MILF settled her voluptuous curves onto the floral-print cushions. Her ample cleavage threatened to spill out of the tight white tank top, while her Daisy Dukes barely contained her round, perfect rear. Sapphire eyes sparkled with mischief behind cat-eye glasses as a coy smile played across glossy red lips. She crossed long legs adorned in strappy stilettos, a challenge in the tiny shorts.
“Mmm, this is a comfortable couch,” she purred, voice thick with Southern drawl. “I sure hope the casting call wasn’t just an excuse to get teenage girls like me all alone though…”
Trailing off suggestively, she leaned forward, giving the wary teenage boy a generous view down her shirt at the silky smooth flesh of her heaving tits. Her tongue darted out to wet plump lips.
The shy teen gulped audibly, nearly choking on his own spit. “I- uh- well, y-you know, this is just a casual…m-meeting…” he stammered, fidgeting with the portfolio of slutty selfies in his lap.
“Oh sugar, I didn’t take you for a shy one,” the MILF teased with a husky laugh, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, hiking the Daisy Dukes dangerously high so a peek of bare, creamy thigh was exposed. “Bet you’re real popular with the ladies though, aren’t you boy? With baby blues like those, I bet they’re always throwing themselves at you.”
Her pink manicured fingers walked up her bare arms, her top riding up to reveal a sliver of taut, tanned belly. She stretched languidly. “Heck, I’m thinking about throwing myself at you too,” she winked saucily.
The shy teen blushed bright crimson, desperately trying not to stare at her tiny shorts sliding between her soft thighs. “I…I don’t know what to say, Ms. Jessica…”
“Oh honey, please, call me Jess,” she purred, slowly rolling her tank top straps down her shoulders to reveal creamy bra straps. She uncrossed her long legs and leaned forward again, giving him an eyeful of peekaboo cleavage.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And I think I know what you need to say…” Smirking, she reached over and grabbed his hand, slowly guiding his trembling fingers to land firmly on the tantalizing skin of her outer thigh.
Eyes wide, he shivered at the intimate contact, cool sweat breaking out on his upper lip. As if on their own accord, his fingers began to travel slowly upwards along her silken skin. Her shorts inched higher, revealing an alarming lack of panties underneath.
Jess made a kittenish sound, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers crept upward. “Mmmm yes, that’s it baby…” Her hand covered his, pressing urgently as he moved further between her thighs. “Don’t stop, feels so good…”
The teenage boy’s breathing was ragged now, chest heaving as his hand explored the slick folds of her pussy. She was so wet already – his fingers slid easily between her swollen lips, stroking her aching clit. She gasped and wiggled closer, urging him deeper.
“Ooooh fuuuck yeah, just like that sugar,” she hissed. “Finger fuck me good now, I wanna feel those big boy digits inside me…”
He could feel himself stiffen in his too-tight jeans as he penetrated her tight, soaked hole with two thick fingers. She rolled her hips, riding his hand greedily, moaning and mewling. Her walls clenched around him as he thrust in and out.
“Mmmm fuck yeah, your fingers are so big and hard, bet your cock is even better!” she purred breathlessly. “Oooh sugar I’m getting close, keep going!”
The shy boy was rock hard now, cock throbbing, balls tight and aching. He could feel her tightening around him and quickly added a third finger, plunging in and curling to hit that spongy spot he knew felt amazing. She bucked and cried out, tits bouncing and threatening to spill out of her top completely.
“Ah, fuck, fuck yes right there! Don’t fucking stop!” she screamed, pulsing and spasming around him. Clear fluid gushed out as she came on his hand, soaking her shorts and the couch. She collapsed back, chest heaving.
With a satisfied smirk, Jess grabbed the boy’s hand by the wrist and pulled his drenched fingers to her lips, sucking and licking them clean. She hummed in approval.
“My my, you’ve got a gift sugar!” she purred, licking her lips. “Stick with me and I’ll make sure you use that talented tongue and those magical fingers on lots of tight girls. Yes sirree, you and I could get along real well.”
Reaching out, she placed a manicured hand on his straining erection. He gasped. Winking up at him, the MILF gave his cock a firm squeeze.
“Think you’re man enough to handle me and my gaggle of horny little cheerleaders, boy? Plenty of tight holes to fill with that fat dick of yours…”
He groaned, head lolling back on his shoulders at her dirty talk and bold touch. His hand crept up to spanned her heaving cleavage. Both their eyes were dark with lust now. Perhaps he’d lucked into a hell of a casting call after all…|im_end|>
