Hot Milf Monique Alexander takes care of young stud

Title: “A Wicked Afternoon with Monique Alexander”

It was a warm, sultry afternoon when the doorbell rang, disrupting my productive day of work. I sighed, annoyed at the intrusion, but decided to answer it anyway. To my surprise, standing at my door was a striking redhead in a skin-tight black dress, fishnet stockings, and heels that made her legs look like they went on for miles. Her name was Monique Alexander, and she was no ordinary woman.

With a Devilish smile, Monique sauntered into my home, her ample bosom bouncing with each step. As she passed, I couldn’t help but notice her wicked tattoos – snakes slithering up her arms, a provocative heart on her inner thigh. She took a seat on my couch, crossing her long legs, her dress riding up to reveal more of her fishnet-clad thighs.

“Now, listen here, I have a proposition for you,” Monique purred, her voice like honey. “I’ve been watching you around the neighborhood, and I know you’re hungry for something… different. Something a bit naughtier than you let on.”

I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Monique chuckled, a wicked glint in her eye. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean.” With that, she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy red panties.

Before I could react, she was on her knees in front of me, her hands already unbuckling my belt. “Let me take care of you,” she murmured, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

As she freed my hardening cock, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. I’d never done anything like this before, but the way Monique’s tongue swirled around the head of my shaft made me forget all my reservations.

Monique took me deep, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth. She bobbed up and down, her hands massaging my balls, coaxing drops of precum from my slit. I grunted, my hands fisting in her silky red hair, guiding her head as she sucked me off.

Suddenly, Monique pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. “I want you to fuck me,” she growled, standing up and turning around. She bent over the arm of the couch, her ass up in the air, her fishnets a web of black against her creamy skin.

I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I rubbed my cock through her soaked panties. With a roar, I pushed them aside and buried myself in her tight, wet heat. Monique cried out, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

I pounded into her, my hips slapping against her ass, the lewd sound filling the room. Monique matched my thrusts, her back arching, her nails digging into the couch cushions. Sweat beaded on my brow as I fucked her harder, faster, chasing my impending release.

“Come for me,” Monique moaned, pushing back against me. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

With a roar, I obliged, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot, sticky seed. Monique shuddered beneath me, her own orgasm ripping through her, her pussy milking me for every last drop.

Spent, we fell onto the couch together, our limbs entangled, our chests heaving. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but as Monique snuggled into my side, a satisfied smile on her face, I knew I wanted more.

“You’re insatiable,” I laughed, my hand trailing down her side.

“We’re just getting started,” Monique purred, her voice sending shivers through me once again. “There’s so much more I can teach you.”

I grinned, eager to learn my new mistress’s wicked ways. With Monique Alexander, I knew my life would never be boring again.