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With her free hand she gestured up and down her naked body, and went on, "Maybe this old mom-body with sagging tits and big ass won't be quite what Bobby had in mind in his MILF fantasy." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that!" Melissa replied. "I'm not saying that you're old or anything, Mom, but Bobby is really turned on by mature women. We've watched p**n where there's been a MILF with a body not half as good as yours, and it was obvious how hot he thought she was."

It was someone else entirely. Felix's ass looked just as good, if not better, than before, flexing as he fucked the moaning woman on his bed. His balls looked fuller, too, and they made an even more delicious slapping sound as they hit her pussy lips. She was older, with bigger tits and a little bit more fat around her middle, and her hands were tied to the headboard... with a pair of Sandra's stockings! "Fuck, Felix, that feels amazing!" she moaned, as Felix's hips moved faster and faster. "Oh, fuck, that's so wrong! You're my son's friend, you shouldn't be..."

The nightclub thrummed with pulsing beats, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable scent of sex. Trixie, a tall, statuesque beauty with cascading brown hair and piercing blue eyes, prowled the dance floor like a predator stalking her prey. Her tight black dress hugged her curves, the deep V-neck revealing an ample expanse of cleavage that drew the eyes of every man in the room.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

She gasped, then leaned on back on the wall before staring at my naive eyes. Moreover, she added, “One problem with me is that I don't keep things for myself. Uh, I mean, when I want something, that's what I get.” And with the unexpected confession, the fifty-something milf with a Hollywood physique grabbed my hand, then squeezed my hardening c*ck with the other hand. “Oh, no!” I screamed inwardly, my eyes full of disbelief. Seriously? Like this s*xy mama wanted to feel my c*ck inside her crotch?

Mistake number one. The page loaded stats—subscribers, earnings, messages. Holy shit, the numbers. Over 50,000 subs. Monthly income in six figures. My heart pounded. What kind of content? Another tab: her profile. Username “ScarletSirenXXX.” The profile pic was her—Sam—but not the Sam I knew. Hair tousled, lips painted red, wearing a lace bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.”

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

“This isn’t a game, Amila. If we do this, I won’t be gentle. I like control. Restraints. Pain mixed with pleasure. You’ll address me as Sir or Doctor when I tell you to. You’ll safeword if it’s too much. ‘red’ is to stop, ‘yellow’ is to slow. Do you understand?” Her pussy clenched hard at his words. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, already soaked. Sean’s expression shifted from professional to predatory. “Good girl. Stand up and take off the dress. Slowly.” Amila slid off the table, her hands trembling with excitement as she pulled the sundress over her head. She wore nothing underneath . no bra, no panties. Her young body was revealed. Perky C-cup breasts with dusky nipples already pebbled, a nar

allowing the material to press tightly against those enticing tits or hugging the voltupuous curves of the older MILF. Gwen, while possessing a very sexual body, was nowhere near as mature or developed as her stepmother. The younger girl still harbored that youthful, thin figure. Not yet fully grown. Still entirely erotic and fuckworthy... but nothing close to the cougar's shape. A woman who has had time to age and thicken. Those heavenly, juicy thighs of the MILF! My god! Her hourglass figure and that other-wordly booty! It was the kind of physique a young girl could never hope to attain. This perfection was reserved for the older women – and Harry knew it. He stared on, looking back and fo

Chapter 136 Amilee’s POV When the door slams I cover up and wait. I know it’s coming. I know I’m going to die. I think I fall asleep because when the door opens I feel like I’m waking up. “What is this place?” An unfamiliar deep voice asks. “Sex club,” Another less deep voice answers almost jokingly. “We have camera in every room if she claims rape we can prove she was role playing and consented to everything.”