Hairy Wife Gianna Jones Masturbates On Desk

Title: Gianna’s Forbidden Desk Delights

The sultry aroma of sex permeated the dimly lit home office as Gianna Jones, a cougar in the prime of her life, slipped off her heels and stepped behind her mahogany desk. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the zipper of her charcoal slacks, her eyes darting nervously towards the door. Lance, her 25-year-old stepson, could return home from college at any minute, but Gianna’s craving had reached a fever pitch. She needed to satisfy her forbidden desire, consequences be damned.

With a deft motion, Gianna slid down her pants, revealing a pair of lacy black panties damp with anticipation. She perched herself on the edge of her desk, planting one stiletto heel on the polished surface. The mature MILF reached down and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties, tugging them teasingly down her toned thighs. They caught for a moment on her neatly waxed bush, before sliding to the floor with a soft rustle.

Gianna leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs wide. The cool metal of the desk against her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. She trailed a single fingertip along the length of her hairy mommy slit, parting the dense thatch of curls to expose the glistening pink folds beneath. A moan of desire escaped her lips as she felt the first cooler air of the room caress her most intimate parts.

“Oh fuck,” Gianna whispered to herself, her voice thick with need. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself.” Her finger dipped lower, spreading her slick arousal along her folds before circling her clit. Gianna gasped, her back arching as electric shocks of pleasure zapped through her body.

ammering her feet against the carpet, Gianna pumped two fingers in and out of her tight channel, groaning like a bitch in heat. Her wet cunt sucked at her digits greedily, hungry for more. The desk creaked under her hips as she rolled them in time with her thrusting fingers, fucking herself with growing desperation.

“Mmmm, Lancey,” Gianna mewled, clenching her eyes shut in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck yes! I’m gonna cum all over your fingers! Fucking pound my pussy, baby!”

Lance’s words echoed in Gianna’s mind, taken from their steamy late-night conversations. His youthful virility drove her wild, stoking the fires of her lust. She wanted nothing more than to feel her stepson inside her, stretching her, dominating her completely. But for now, she’d make do with her own fingers – her own pussy a prickly, pulsating reminder of her forbidden desire.

Gianna slid her soaked hand up to cup her heavy, heaving breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her hard nipples until she cried out in sweet pain. She could feel the first tremors of her orgasm beginning to build, her legs shaking and stomach muscles clenching.

“Oh, fuck, oh god,” Gianna panted, her hair now matted with sweat and coming loose from its bun. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”

With a keening wail and a curdling screech of pleasure, Gianna tumbled over the edge into bliss. Her hips bucked wildly, forcing a third finger into the clenching, spasming walls of her G-spot. Creamy fluid gushed from her slit, drenching her thrusting hand and running in rivulets along her quivering thighs.

At last, she sagged back against the desk, panting and trembling like a rag doll. Gianna’s juices smeared her face and doll-sized tits, the room thick with the heady scent of her arousal. Her nipples remained rigid, darkened purple peaks begging for attention.

In the afterglow, Gianna’s eyes fluttered open, one hand drifting between her legs to cup her heavy pussy, now swollen and sensitive. She pondered her actions, knowing that she had crossed a line of no return. Lance would come home soon, and she would have to act as if nothing had changed… but the feel of her own slippery arousal proved otherwise. She couldn’t turn back now.

Just then, Gianna heard the front door creak open. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.

“Mom? I’m home!” Lance called out, his voice bright and expectant.

Gianna froze, heart pounding wildly in her chest. She cut her eyes towards the door, mind reeling with conflicting desires. A part of her wanted to bolt, to hide herself away and pretend this never happened. But another part, a wicked, wanton part, felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being caught.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying desperately to calm her racing thoughts. “I’m in the office, Lance. Come say hi to Mommy!”

The words left her mouth before she could stop them, her lips twisting into a sly smirk. Gianna knew she was playing with fire, but the danger only made her that much wetter. She spread her legs wider, hands cupping her sopping wet pussy in shameless invitation as the footsteps drew closer. The chase had only just begun.