Busty British MILF Lily May swallowing HUGE cum load
In the quaint, picturesque village of Badminton-on-the-Green, nestled amidst rolling emerald hills and babbling brooks, there resides an insatiable, ravenous British MILF by the identify of Lily May. This 45-year-old, sun-kissed, freckled-faced minx is the final word embodiment of the time period “English Rose,” however do not let her angelic facade idiot you. Behind these piercing blue eyes and plump, rosebud lips lurks a wicked, cock-hungry nymphomaniac who’s at all times on the prowl for her subsequent sufferer.
Lily May’s motherly qualities begin and finish together with her capacity to nurture throbbing erections. With her sensual curves and spectacular 32G H-cup tits, she could possibly be the spitting picture of Nigella Lawson’s unhinged, sex-depraved sister. Her voluptuous determine is a testomony to the splendors of motherhood, a chiseled murals that boasts huge childbearing hips, a spherical, pillowy ass, and a “mommy girlfriend” ass that might make any grown man weep with pleasure.
As a self-proclaimed “Sex Therapist,” Lily May has made it her private mission to unfold sexual therapeutic (and stamens from her freshly shaved backyard) throughout the size and breadth of Blighty. And boy, does she take her job severely! Armed together with her trusty “wanker warmer” vibrator (aptly named “The Con-Diddler”) and a collection of dildos that may put a bondage retailer to disgrace, she embarks on a journey of sexual discovery, one creampie at a time.
In the thick of a sweltering British summer season, Lily May invited her BBC giganOAP (that is British for gigantic, older African prince) over for a rousing sport of “Hide the Sausage” and a few dynamite-MILF motion. As her visitor shuffled in, shirtsleeves straining over his biceps, Lily May’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She threw apart her flimsy negligee – the right disguise for an exhibitionist – to disclose the corset-cinched pink tapestry of the English flag painted throughout her monumental, perspiration-laced breasts. The veins on the enormous, throbbing, ebony python that sprung from her visitor’s trousers have been as distinguished because the UK’s financial woes.
As Lily May sank her tooth into his frankfurter, reminiscences of his youthful vitality got here flooding again. He watched in awe as a cumshot’s value of saliva dribbled from the corners of her full, lustrous lips. Mixed together with her rose-tinted gloss, it fashioned an aphrodisiacal elixir that may make the Kama Sutra appear like a coloring e-book. The approach she bobbed her head on his cock, mixed with the vibrations from her Con-Diddler, despatched fireworks exploding in his thoughts. It was pleasure so intense that he swore he noticed the Queen waving from his tooth.
But Lily May wasn’t completed taking part in. She moved to the kitchen, the place she grabbed an array of home implements: a rolling pin, a wood spoon, and her husband’s downward-looking face (how that man’s options remained unbruised in spite of everything these years is a thriller). With an animalistic grace, she impaled herself on her visitor’s monumental manhood, the juices from her dripping snatch forming a cum-streaked Union Jack on his abdomen. Meanwhile, her husband, a blubbering wreck, tried to fix his erection along with his fingers, a quivering mess of hangdog obedience and wilted willpower.
With a last, raucous howl – one which echoed by means of the streets of Badminton just like the cries of Winston Churchill throughout his VS nights – Lily May achieved her final objective: guzzling a gallon of thick, sticky jizz straight from the supply. Her visitor, a panting, hollow-eyed husk, may solely muster a weak gasp because the final vestiges of his virility disappeared down her throat, leaving him as happy as a politician after a very thorny negotiation.
As the subsequent day’s hangover set in, Lily May sat on the sting of her marital mattress, surveying the struggle zone of cum-stained sheets and spent condoms. With a mischievous grin and a understanding wink (to whom, one may solely guess), she silently vowed to proceed her reign of rampant, cum-loving hedonism. After all, in a world stuffed with heartache and woe, there was nothing fairly as refreshing as an excellent, old school, Bronze Age Days-style orgy. The adventurous spirit of eccentricity would ceaselessly be the star-spangled banner of this wondrous empire known as Britain. God save the Queen, certainly.
