Lonely MILF fucks a Table until she Orgasms
Title: A Lonely MILF’s Frisky Tableside Adventure
It was a quiet afternoon in the Johnson household. Cheryl, a 42-year-old divorced mother of two, found herself alone in her suburban home, the kids having gone to their father’s for the weekend. As she leisurely welcomed the solitude, Cheryl’s mind started to wander, drifting off to those naughty thoughts she couldn’t help but entertain during her fleeting moments of solitude. She had always been a relatively shy woman, especially when it came to her sexual urges. Yet, deep down, Cheryl yearned for a little excitement, especially since her dry spell had lasted for way too long.
Cheryl decided she needed a change of scenery. She went to her home office and grabbed her trusty laptop, hoping to work on her novel, a erotic thriller she had started writing a year ago as an outlet for her pent-up desires. Maybe, the sensual tension brewing in the pages would be enough to satiate her lonely heart. She then moved to the living room, settling on her favorite armchair.
But before she could start typing away, Cheryl caught a glimpse of the writing desk in the corner of the room. It was the one her husband had given her during their engagement, an expensive rosewood piece, his way of showing respect for her dreams of being a writer. It was the exact desk where she sat night after night, working on her first book – a book that never saw the light of day. Those were wonderful times, and Cheryl couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nostalgia wash over her as she remembered those nuzzled moments.
As she continued to stare at the grand piece of furniture, an idea popped into her mind. Maybe, she shouldn’t bother with the erotic series for now. Maybe, she should focus on her other fantasy, the one where she cavorts with every possible thing in her home. And so, like a woman possessed by lust, Cheryl gathered her courage, pooled the strength of her desires, and made for the desk, for it was the only an object in the room that seemed to beckon.
Once in front of the desk, Cheryl’s mind played out a multitude of scenarios. Should she use her sex toys, or should she go for something more… attuned to her part? She decided on the latter, for she felt a certain pull – that distinct rush that comes with an impending climax.
Cheryl, feeling her heart pound in her chest, gracefully lifted her skirt. She then pulled her black, lacy panties to the side and promptly positioned herself under her desk. As soon as she did, Cheryl felt a surge of relief, like her body was finally at peace, at home. Her wet and gruff pussy quivered in anticipation as she felt the desk across her inner thighs and abdomen.
With the illusion of anonymity and solitude, Cheryl was finally ready to act out her fantasy. Like a woman deranged, she started to rub her clit on the edges of the desk, her swollen nipples grazing the polished furniture. The desk’s smooth exterior provided a unique sensation to her sensitive parts, and soon, Cheryl found her body succumbing to its allure. She moved faster and faster, spreading her legs wider to accommodate her rapidly increasing desires.
Cheryl kept voicing her satisfaction, and soon, her breathing grew shallower and more pronounced. She knew she was close, perhaps too close, but still, Cheryl wouldn’t stop. She continued to get lost in the rush of the moment until the waves of pleasure finally crashed onto her, making her shudder and sweat. Through the rush of orgasm, Cheryl convulsed, breathing heavily as she rode out her high.
Finally, Cheryl cooled down and caught her breath. She rose, still half-pleasured and slightly disoriented, and started to walk to her bedroom like she needed to shower in the cool, quiet room – in her own private space where no one would find out about her secret fantasy. A Assign she sprayed her desk with her cum, but her real fantasy remained stuck in her mind.
And so, like a woman possessed, Cheryl continued to indulge in her little fantasy, at first, just the desk. But soon, almost too soon, the coffee table, the bed, and even the kitchen table became the objects of her hurried advances. And on a day like that, when she had no one, Cheryl found herself a new lover: anything that would help her reach a new high. And soon, almost too soon, Cheryl found herself alone, waiting for her next retreat from loneliness.
