Amateur milf lies back to take a hard cock deep missionary

In the sultry confines of her bedroom, the mature woman lay upon her back, hair splayed across the pillow like a wreath of spun gold. Her eyes, hazel and sparkling with mischief, gazed up at the man towering over her, his chiseled physique casting shadows in the dim light. This was no ordinary tryst; this was an America’s MILF in the raw, and she was eager to give her lucky partner a ride he’d never forget.

The voluptuous vixen lounged on the sheets, her curves artfully displayed to intensify the anticipation. She gazed at him, her lips curled in a coquettish smirk, beckoning him closer with a crook of her finger. “Come here, big boy,” she purred, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down his spine. “I thought you wanted to fork a load in Missionary position, like the whimpering bitch I am.”

He growled, a primal sound that rumbled deep in his chest as he crawled onto the bed and covered her supple body with his own. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as his weight pressed her into the mattress. Her legs parted eagerly, an invitation he couldn’t resist.

He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste her sweetness. She moaned, a throaty sound that vibrated against his lips as his hand found her breast and kneaded it roughly. She arched into his touch, her nipple pebbling beneath his palm, begging for more.

He obliged, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down the column of her throat, pausing to lavish attention on the pulse point that fluttered madly beneath her skin. Lower and lower he went, until he reached the valley between her breasts. He laved her skin with his tongue, dipping into her cleavage and relishing her shuddering response.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed to taste all of her, to worship every inch of her gorgeous body. He settled between her legs, pushing them apart to bare her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. She was wet, her arousal coating the delicate folds that bloomed before him, inviting him to feast.

And feast he did. He buried his face in her cunt, lapping at her juices like a man starved. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close as he devoured her. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking the hardened bud until her hips bucked wildly against his mouth.

He drove two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. She came undone, her thighs quaking as she rode his face, her grips on his hair tightening to the point of pain. He didn’t care. Let her use him, let her take her pleasure from him. It was all he wanted, to see this goddess unchained.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. Not by a long shot. He rose over her, his cock standing at attention, weeping from the slit. She licked her lips, eyeing him hungrily as he fisted his shaft and notched the head against her entrance. Slowly, torturously, he inched inside, stretching her, filling her, completing her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper. He obliged, sinking to the hilt, bottoming out against her cervix. She was so tight, gripping him like a velvet vise, milking him with every flick of her inner muscles.

He withdrew, almost all the way, before slamming back inside, setting a punishing pace that had the bed rocking beneath them. Her tits bounced with the force of his thrusts, the jiggle mesmerizing. He reached down to palm them, rolling the nipples between his fingers until she mewled.

Harder, faster, deeper. He fucked her like a man possessed, lost in the drugging rhythm of their bodies coming together. She met him thrust for thrust, taking everything he had to give and demanding more. Sweat slicked their skin, making them glide together with obscene ease. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and moans.

He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm bearing down on him like a freight train. But he held back, refusing to come until she’d found her completion. He changed the angle of his hips, driving into her g-spot with each pass, determined to make her screamed his name.

It worked. Her back bowed, her head thrashing on the pillow as her climax crashed over her. Her cunt rippled around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically as she came hard. The sensation was too much. With a roar, he followed her over the edge, his cock jerking as he spilled inside her, marking her, claiming her.

They collapsed together, limbs entwined, bodies heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing soft kisses to the sweat-dampened skin. She stroked his hair, her touch gentle in the aftermath of their passion.

He’d done it. He’d given this MILF the ride of her life, fucking her deep and hard and perfect in missionary position like she’d begged for. And if her sated, shit-eating grin was anything to go by, she’d be ready for round two soon enough.