GERMAN SCOUT I SKINNY MILF DEEP ANAL I CHEATING BOYFRIEND AT STREET CASTING
The sun beat down on the quiet, tree-lined street asLena, a statuesque 37-year-old brunette, strolled along the sidewalk. Her figure-hugging white tank top stretched taut across her pert breasts, while a pink miniskirt swished around her trim thighs with each step. Inconspicuous as she made her way through the neighborhood, little did the German MILF know she was about to be approached for something far dirtier than just going for a casual stroll.
Around the corner sauntered a young man in his early twenties, a German scout with a boyish appeal and a roguish glint in his grey eyes. Dressed in a fitted uniform that accentuated his lean physique, he presented a vision of young, rampant virility. Clearly he was on the prowl for something more than just a good conversation.
He paused several paces before Lena, burger clutched in one hand, waiting for just the right moment to make his move. As he took a big bite and gnawed thoughtfully, a lone glob of ketchup dribbled down his chin, giving him the air of a naughty boy who didn’t quite know how to behave himself, especially around older women. Mustering his confidence, he sauntered up to her, slight limp in his step. The German scout spied her struggling with something and acted the part of the gentleman.
“Excuse me, gnädige Frau. Might you require assistance with those heavy packages? They appear rather bulky for one as delightfully slender as yourself.” He flashed her a dazzling, crooked smile. His gaze lingered on her cleavage as she blushed slightly at his forward compliment.
“Why, thank you kindly, young sir,” Lena replied in her intoxicating German accent. “I suppose I could use a bit of help. Perhaps you’d be willing to, um, lend a hand?”
At that, he eagerly took her bags and together they began walking. “Well, I’d certainly be happy to help a gorgeous woman like you any way I can. After all, it’s the German way – we pride ourselves on taking care of our ladies.”
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As they continued walking, the scout, who introduced himself as Maximilian, kept finding ways to innocently ‘accidentally’ brush against Lena’s side, his hand meandering dangerously close to the hem of her short miniskirt. She blushed harder each time his skin met hers, that tingly, forbidden electricity running through her body.
“I have to confess, gnädige Frau…Lena, you’ve got me feeling rather hot under the collar,” Max said boldly. “Perhaps we could cool off somewhere together? Maybe I could wash your back, if you know what I mean.” He winked.
Lena bit her lip, mind awhirl with sinful thoughts. After all, it had been far too long since her husband had satisfied her…and this virile young hunk of a scout was exactly what her naughty mind craved. Wiping the dribble of ketchup from Max’s chin with her thumb, she had a thought.
“Well, you can certainly cool off on my face first, Max,” Lena purred, giving him a filthy look. “Then I’ll show you how this MILF likes her tea made, since you’re so eager to lend a helping hand…”
