Milf wants it so bad she lets me film us

Ms. days were filled with idle time, after the kids left the nest and her husband passed away. Her confidence took a nosedive, leaving her with not a lot going on in her life except for watching soap operas for hours on end and making small talk with the grocery store cashier. Little did she know that her mundane routine was about to take a wild turn that would leave her red-faced and trembling with desire.

It all started innocently enough when she was surprised by a knock at her front door. Peeking through the peephole, she saw a young man with a video camera, looking like he was on a mission. Curiosity got the better of her, so she cracked open the door. “Can I help you?” she asked cautiously.

“Hi there,” he said with a charming smile. “I’m Travis, a student journalist, and I’m doing a thesis project on real people in their homes. I was wondering if I could come in and interview you for a few minutes? It would really help my research.”

Something about the way he said “real people” made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t been in years. Blushing, she stepped aside to let him in. Travis couldn’t help but notice her plump figure and the way her undergarments showed through her thin housedress. He tried to keep his professional composure but was clearly distracted by the alluring librarian-type before him. Ms. Johnson showed him to the couch and took a seat in the armchair nearby.

“So, tell me a little about yourself,” Travis began, pressing record on the camera