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The sultry sway of her hips betrayed her nerves as she stepped through the door into the dimly lit room. Jenifer, a 40-something MILF with a voluptuous figure that still turned heads, paused uneasily at the threshold. But once Zaawaadi flashed her a captivating smile, Jenifer’s resolve firmed, propelling her forward with purpose.

Her inhibitions melted away under Zaawaadi’s smoldering gaze. The curvy ebony beauty made Jenifer feel sexy and desired in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. This tryst felt naughty, dangerous even. But Jenifer was so tired of being a perfect, prim and proper housewife. She longed to let her dormant wild side loose and tonight…she would.

Zaawaadi closed the distance between them sensually. Her full, pouty lips brushed Jenifer’s ear as she whispered, “We’re going to have so much fun together, beautiful.” Jenifer shivered at the deep, sultry sound of her voice.

Strong ebony hands slid up Jenifer’s sides, igniting her skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. Deft fingers caught the buttons, undoing their fastenings one by one until the garment fell open. Jenifer’s breathing quickened as Zaawaadi’s dark eyes roved hungrily over her exposed breasts. Pale mounds heaved in her lacy white bra, nipples straining against the delicate material.

“You’re divine,” Zaawaadi purred, long black lashes lowering. She pressed against Jenifer’s front, enveloping the pale woman in her deep mahogany embrace. Soft black breasts cushioned against Jenifer’s own as a dusky hand skimmed down to cup her ass, fingers squeezing and kneading the firm flesh.

Jenifer gasped, arching into her touch. Her unused body was so sensitive, alight with new sensations. Zaawaadi’s lips skimmed along Jenifer’s jaw, toward her gasping mouth. At the last moment, that sinful mouth veered downward, trailing scorching kisses across Jenifer’s neck and collarbone. She nipped at the supple pale flesh, leaving faint red marks that made Jenifer flush with shameful arousal.

“Touch me,” Zaaaadi urged silkily, taking Jenifer’s hand to guide it to the generous swell of her breast. “I want to feel your hands all over me.”