Milf Craves Monster Cock
“Milf Craves Monster Cock”: A Polish Passion
The sultry music swells as the camera pans over the lavish Polish manor, its centuries-old stone walls and elaborately carved wooden doors whispering secrets of untold lusts and dominations throughout history. Inside, a tired old man, the ancient Count von Wandsworth, lies on his deathbed, his breathing ragged and his flaccid cock dangling limply between his thighs. HisLife depended on it, but the only thing seemingly able to stir his haggard grey matter was the arrival of his exquisitely voluptuous wife, Krystyna, a gorgeous Polish milf of nearly 40 years, a prime and ripe morsel despite her age.
Krystyna, a blonde-haired goddess with a body to rival any lingerie model, stood in the doorway wearing a skin-tight, blood red latex catsuit that emphasized every tantalizing curve of her 38DD bust, slim waist and wide, jiggling hips. Her mile-long legs were sheathed in sheer black nylon, supported by towering, fetish-style vinyl platform stilettos. With wiggle in her step and a hungry gleam in her eye, the seductive Polish milf strode into the Count’s death chamber, her latex-clad ass swaying hypnotically.
“Darling, Daddy,” Krystyna purred, licking her red-glossed lips. “I’ve missed you… and this.” She slid gloved fingers along her marido’s withered cock, making it twitch feebly. “But I think your draining, my love. Like your brokenness needs a certain something to make it overflow. It needs to be filled…to burst…”
The plump Polish milf leaned in, giving the wizened old count a deep, probing tongue kiss, pulling back with a smirk. “What you need is something…thicker. All the way down your throat, stretching you to your limits and pouring pure, molten pleasure down your gullet. You need to be filled, stuffed, and pumped full…until you overflow with thick, creamy seed.”
Krystyna hiked her catsuit up around her heavy tits and unzipped it, baring her bronzed, heaving bosom. She wrapped her huge, gloved hands around her massive milf jugs, flexing and squeezing, tugging on thick, jutting nipples. “Do you remember these, worryably? Your little destructive toy? The way I used to suffocate you in my huge funbags, rub my crotch on your flaring, desperate cock?”
The once-great Count von Wandsworth gasped, fresh blood rushing to his pole. His face reddened as his cock began to swell, thickening and lengthening, surging to full, throbbing hardness between his skinny grey thighs. “I-I remember…” the old man wheezed. “You lurid goddess…my ruin…”
Krystyna purred, tracing the abused, veined head of his cock with a long, gloved fingernail. “That’s right, Daddy. Your cock is coming back to life…all for Mommeh…” She wrapped her hands around his monster tool, giving it slow strokes as she hummed approvingly. She then tore her catsuit to the waist, baring her huge, milky tits. “Mmmn yes…your cock is so much bigger than most…you need my pussy, Daddy…”
The Polish milf gripped the bedpost with her latex-sheathed hands, then stuffed her mouth full of her husband’s massively thick, veiny cock. She horked down the first dozen inches, sucking hard, flexing her tortured throat around the fat cockhead. She pulled back, gasping, spit bubbling on her red lips, then plunged her mouth down as far as she could. Her eyes nearly crossed. She could feel the fat, swollen mushroom pushing against the entrance to her guts, grinding into the back of throat.
“Ooohhh fuckkk yessss!” Krystyna groaned, eye-rolling and drooling as she facefucked herself on her husband’s colossal Polish dick. He moaned and shuddered, his withered body electrified as the milf blew him with reckless abandon. Her tongue lashed his pulsing cockhead as she took him to the root, over and over. She wanked his steely shaft as her tongue traced bulging veins, wanking herself off with her other hand.
Krystyna loved the taste of her husband’s cock in her mouth. It tasted of ancient lords, of European royalty, of power and decadence. It tasted of cumlplays and reparations, of blank checks and account transfers to exotic foreign bank accounts. The milf swallowed every drop of the Count’s giant load, nearly drowning herself on the monstrous cumdump.
Exhausted, Count zu Wandsworth gasped his last, then went still. After ensuring her dead husband was definitely dead, the lusty hetta got up and began to methodically search the bedroom for her since-divorced husband’s many stashes of truly exorbitant worldly treasures and many, many trunks of priceless erotic art. Also, birth control.
