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The Raunchy Tale of Molly, the MILF Next Door
It was another mundane Tuesday afternoon. The sun hung lazily in the sky, baking the suburban sidewalk wherecona housewife named Molly found herself standing, a basket of freshly washed laundry in her arms. Molly was no ordinary woman – she was a voluptuous, 38-year-old cougar with an insatiable appetite for life’s pleasures. Her blonde hair, streaked with caramel highlights, tumbled down her back in voluptuous waves. Her ample breasts strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, nipples proudly erect in the afternoon heat.
As Molly bent over to gather her laundry from the machine, her short, denim cutoffs rode up, exposing the bottom curves of her round, ripe ass. The fabric of her lacy panties peeked out tantalizingly, her plump cheeks jiggling with each movement.
Suddenly, the squeal of tires interrupted her activity. Startled, Molly whirled around to see a sleek, black sports car screech to a halt at the curb. The driver’s side door swung open, and out stepped a tall, muscular man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked to be in his mid-20s, with a confident swagger and an almost predatory gaze.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” the man called out, his voice low and husky. “You wouldn’t happen to be Molly, would you?”
Molly furrowed her brow, taken aback by this stranger’s boldness. “Who’s asking?” she replied coyly, one hand on her hip.
The man stepped closer, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her curves. “I’m Jake, a friend of your husband’s. He sent me over to deliver this package.” Jake held up a small, unmarked box.
Molly arched an eyebrow, but before she could respond, Jake had already closed the distance between them. He took the laundry basket from her hands, setting it aside, and pulled her into his strong arms.
“You’re even hotter than he described,” Jake murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “I couldn’t resist taking a closer look.”
Molly’s body responded to his touch, her nipples stiffening and a delicious warmth pooling between her thighs. It had been so long since her husband had touched her like this – with urgency and desire.
She gazed up at Jake, her lips parted in invitation. “Why don’t you come inside for a minute?” she purred. “Let me check if the package is what I ordered.”
Jake grinned, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her tank top to caress her soft skin. “Lead the way, baby.”
Molly took Jake’s hand and led him into the house, her ample hips swaying seductively. She could feel his eyes on her ass, and it made her wet with anticipation. Inside, she turned to face him, her hands coming to rest on his muscular chest.
“Let’s see what’s in that box, shall we?” she suggested, her voice barely a whisper.
Jake set the box down on the kitchen counter and pulled Molly close, his hard bulge pressing against her stomach. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep. Molly moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his shoulders and back.
“Bedroom,” she gasped when they finally broke apart. “Now.”
Jake picked her up effortlessly, his hands cupping her ass as her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her down the hall, kicking open the bedroom door and tossing her on the bed. Molly bounced on the soft mattress, her tits jiggling enticingly.
She watched hungrily as Jake undressed, revealing a tanned, ripped physique, from his broad shoulders to his six-pack abs to his muscular thighs. His massive cock sprung free, standing at attention and throbbing with arousal.
“I need that big cock inside me,” Molly groaned, spreading her thighs in invitation.
Jake crawled onto the bed, settling between her legs. He pulled her panties aside and ran the head of his cock along her sopping wet slit, teasing her entrance. Molly whimpered with need, arching her back and thrusting her hips upward.
“Please, Jake,” she begged. “Fuck me like a dirty slut.”
With a feral grin, Jake slammed his cock into her pussy, burying himself to the hilt. Molly cried out in ecstasy, her walls clenching around his impressive girth. He began to pound into her furiously, the wet sounds of his hips slapping against her ass filling the room.
“Yes, yes, just like that!” Molly moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as she met each of his powerful thrusts. “Fuck me harder!”
Jake reached up to tweak her stiff nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds between his fingers. He leaned down to suck one into his mouth, biting and flicking his tongue over it.
Molly threw her head back, lost in pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her nails digging into Jake’s back. “Don’t stop!”
Jake gripped her hips bruisingly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a strangled groan, he buried his face in her neck as he came, flooding her pussy with stream after stream of hot, sticky cum.
Molly screamed as her own climax crashed over her, her body shaking and convulsing beneath Jake’s. She clamped down on his cock, milking every last drop from him as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
Finally spent, Jake rolled off of her and collapsed onto the bed. Molly snuggled into his side, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his labored breathing.
“That was amazing,” she sighed contentedly. “We should do this again sometime.”
Jake chuckled, his fingers tangled in her hair. “You can count on it, baby. Any time your husband needs to send a package, consider me your personal delivery boy.”
Molly laughed, a soft, seductive sound. She knew that she had just discovered a new way to spice up her otherwise boring, suburban life – and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
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