MatureNL – British Housewife With Amazing Tits Fucked By Her Estate Agent

Mrs. Southampton, a busty British bombshell, was fed up with her leaky roof and decided it was time to call in a professional. Little did she know, her fateful choice of estate agent would lead to a forbidden affair that would rock her marriage to its core.

As the doorbell chimed, Mrs. Southampton, dressed in a silky robe that clung to her ample curves, answered the door. Her jaw dropped as she laid eyes on the young, handsome estate agent standing before her. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes sent shivers down her spine.

“Mrs. Southampton, I presume?” he asked, flashing a disarming smile. “I’m here to assess the damage to your roof.”

“Oh, yes, do come in,” she stammered, leading him up the stairs. As he followed her, his gaze drifted down to her shapely legs and curvaceous rear swaying beneath the thin fabric of her robe. He couldn’t help but imagine what delights lay beneath.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Mrs. Southampton pushed open the door to the damaged room. The estate agent entered, tracing his fingers along the rotted wood as he examined the structural integrity. As he turned back towards her, their eyes locked, and the tension in the air was palpable.

In a moment of weakness, Mrs. Southampton closed the gap between them, pressing her ample bosom against his chest. “Please,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire, “I need you to fix more than just my roof.”

The estate agent’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. His strong hands grasped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Mrs. Southampton moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as she lost herself in the moment.

As they kissed, his hands roamed her body, squeezing her plump ass and kneading her generous breasts through the thin silk of her robe. She gasped as he pinched her sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Emboldened by his touch, Mrs. Southampton untied her robe, allowing it to fall open and reveal her naked flesh. The estate agent’s eyes widen as he took in the sight of her, her large breasts topped with rosy nipples, her curvy hips, and her smooth, shaven pussy.

Without a word, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the nearest bed. He laid her down gently before crawling over her, his body covering hers like a blanket. He trailed hot kisses down her neck to her heaving breasts, lavishing each nipple with attention until she was writhing beneath him.

As he kissed his way down her trembling body, Mrs. Southampton tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him lower. When his mouth reached the apex of her thighs, he looked up at her, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Please,” she whimpered, “I need your tongue.”

He obliged, running his tongue through her wet folds and circling her sensitive clit. She bucked against his mouth, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. He devoured her like a man starved, slipping two fingers inside her tight heat and curling them to hit her G-spot.

“Fuck!” Mrs. Southampton screamed, her body tensing as she came violently against his mouth. He lapped up her essence, not stopping until her tremors subsided.

But Mrs. Southampton wasn’t finished yet. She needed to feel him inside her, stretching her, claiming her. She sat up, pushing him onto his back before straddling his hips. With a wanton moan, she lowered herself onto his hard length, burying him to the hilt inside her silky walls.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him. Her tits bounced with each roll of her hips, and he couldn’t resist reaching up to squeeze them, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

“Yes, just like that,” she panted, grinding against him. She leaned back, changing the angle so he hit that secret spot inside her that made her see stars. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust upwards, meeting her strokes. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their moans of ecstasy. Mrs. Southampton was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body overwhelmed with sensation.

As they approached their peaks, Mrs. Southampton slid off his cock, taking him into her mouth. She sucked him expertly, swirling her tongue around the head and teasing the sensitive underside. He fisted her hair, guiding her movements as she brought him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, his thighs trembling. She doubled her efforts, taking him deeper and hollowing her cheeks. With a shout, he came, his hot seed spurting down her throat.

Mrs. Southampton swallowed every drop, licking him clean as he came down from his high. He pulled her up, capturing her mouth in a filthy kiss, tasting himself on her tongue.

They collapsed together, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. For a long moment, they simply basked in the afterglow, their chests heaving as they caught their breath.

Mrs. Southampton knew it was wrong, knew she should feel guilty for betraying her husband. But in that moment, as she lay in the arms of her handsome estate agent, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She had needed this, needed to be desired and worshipped like the sexual goddess she was.

And as the estate agent’s hand slid down her tingling body, renewing the spark between them, she knew this was far from over. She had a feeling that her days of faithful domesticity were behind her, and a new era of heated, illicit rendezvous was just beginning.