Cassie had just turned forty, and the milestone was hitting her like a freight train. She felt old, invisible, and convinced her best days were behind her. Her marriage to Derek was a hollow shell. They hadn’t had sex in over a year, and Cassie craved it more than anything else in the world. She was a deeply sexual woman…a self-proclaimed cock-hungry slut who had no shame about her appetite.Over the years, both she and Derek had cheated repeatedly, but even Derek’s affairs were drying up. At fifty-two, he drank too much, had grown soft and overweight, and his once-proud “Italian Stallion” days were long gone. His erections were rare and weak. Cassie had grown bored with the string of middle-aged, pot-bellied married men she’d been sleeping with. Most of them were selfish, clumsy lovers who left her frustrated and empty.If you looked up “MILF” in the dictionary, Cassie’s picture would be there…voluptuous, golden-tanned, with full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist, and a round, firm ass
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