Halloween with italian milf Priscilla Salerno!
Title: “A Naughty Halloween Night with Italian MILF Priscilla Salerno”
The crisp autumn air nipped at Priscilla’s nose as she strolled down the quiet suburban street, her curvaceous hips swaying seductively with each step. The buxom Italian beauty was clad in a tantalizingly skimpy Halloween costume that left little to the imagination. Her ample bosom threatened to spill out of the too-tight corset, and the short, ruffled skirt barely covered her round ass,, accentuated by fishnet stockings that hugged her long, toned legs. Reaching her destination, Priscilla rang the doorbell and waited, her emerald eyes glittering with mischief and barely concealed lust.
The door swung open to reveal a shocked middle-aged man, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head as they roamed over her scantily-clad form. “Trick or treat,” Priscilla purred, her voice dripping with desire. “I’m new in town… thought I’d come introduce myself.”
“Uh, c’mon in,” he stammered, his gaze locked on her heaving cleavage. As soon as the door closed behind her, Priscilla pushed him against the wall, her hand boldly groping his growing bulge. “I have a little treat in mind,” she whispered huskily, grinding her hips against his.
Without preamble, she tugged down his pants and boxers, freeing his throbbing erection. “Mmm, what a big, juicy cock you have,” she purred approvingly. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her lips around his shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she expertly worked him with her tongue.
“Dirty girl,” he groaned, thrusting into her hot mouth. Priscilla hummed around him, sending vibrations up his length. “So good,” he panted, his fingers tangling in her silky brown hair. “Your mouth… ah… feels so fucking good!”
After a few moments, Priscilla pulled back, licking her lips. “I want your cock buried deep in my wet cunt,” she demanded, guiding him towards the couch. She yanked her skirt up and peeled off her soaked panties before straddling him. “Fuck me,” she ordered, sinking down onto his rock-hard erection with a low moan.
“Yes,” she hissed, beginning to undulate her hips, riding him with abandon. “So big! You’re stretching my tight pussy so good!” He grabbed her jutting ass, kneading the supple flesh as the two lost themselves in primal passion.
Priscilla worked her hips with vigor, her hefty breasts bouncing wildly with each movement. “Touch me,” she commanded, pulling his hands to her chest. He eagerly obliged, massaging her soft mounds and pinching her stiff nipples. “Yes!” she cried out, hammering down onto him.
Continuing her relentless pace, Priscilla brought the hard fucking to a crescendo. “I’m gonna come!” she wailed, trembling and undulating. “Gonna come all over your big dick!”
The pressure built and built before finally exploding, her slick channel spasming around him. “Fuck yes!” she howled, collapsing against him as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, their tongues dueling feverishly.
After a moment to catch her breath, Priscilla climbed off him reluctantly. She turned around, presenting her heart-shaped ass to him. “I want you to fuck my ass,” she purred, reaching back to spread herself open. “Pound my tight little asshole with that huge cock.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Grasping her hips, he stroked himself a few times before pushing inside her hot entrance, inch by inch until he was sheathed completely. “Unngh, fuck!” she groaned, clenching tight around him. “So full!”
Withdrawing almost all the way out, he slammed back in, setting a punishing pace. The obscene squelching sounds of anal sex filled the room. “Yes, yes!” Priscilla cried. “Fuck my ass harder! Ruin my tight little fuckhole!”
Throwing one leg up on the couch, he changed the angle for deeper penetration. “Take it, you dirty slut!” he growled, pistoning into her. “Take my cock!” She came with a strangled scream, her body shaking violently.
moaning echoed through the house as Priscilla’s ass milked his cock. “Gonna come!” he grunted, pounding her through her climax. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, flooding her bowels with his hot seed.
Spent, he collapsed back onto the couch, pulling her into his lap. They kissed languidly, basking in the afterglow. “Mmm, delicious trick,” Priscilla murmured. “Must come back again for the treat.”
She disengaged from his embrace, straightening her costume and smoothing her hair. “Until we meet again,” she said with a wink and a finger wave before sauntering out the door, leaving him slack-jawed and fully satisfied.
