Chapter 101: Unexpected MILF Couldn’t Wait

I growled low—pulling her tighter, dick grinding harder between her cheeks.

“They’re nothing in front of you, Heather,” I rasped, squeezing her thick body hard—hands roaming her soft belly, wide hips, heavy ass—letting her feel how much I loved her mature curves, the real weight, the years that made her perfect.

She moaned soft—pushing back into me, ass clenching around my shaft through the fabric, turned on by the words, by the raw hunger.

I made her turn on so bad—every bite leaving red marks on her skin, every squeeze of her thick curves making her gasp, every grind of my dick against her ass building the heat until she was shaking in this small room while the train kept rolling steady through the night, bodies slick with sweat, burning hot and pressed tight, no space for anything but need.

“Alex…” she looked back at me, voice shaky and low, eyes glassy with desperate need while I devoured her curves—hands roaming her soft belly slow, fingers tracing the warm roll, then up to her heavy hips and tits, mouth on her neck sucking fresh marks deep, tasting her salty skin.

“Yeah, baby?” I rasped, getting even hornier from her needy face begging silent for more, pulling her tighter against me, kissing her cheek soft and lingering as she glanced back desperate, lips parted wet.

“Please put it in, Alex… I can’t…” she said, fully losing now—she couldn’t hold back anymore, all the teasing tonight, all the years her body went without real roughness, without a man who knew how to take her, she lost to desire completely, no shame left in asking, voice breaking with raw hunger.

“Yeah… where should I put it?” I teased low, squeezing her thick body harder—hands full of her juicy boobs, grinding my dick rough on her tight cheeks over the pants, letting her feel every thick inch throb against her, head nudging her holes teasing through the fabric.

“Please put it in my pussy…” she whispered, full of shame asking a guy young as her son for his dick to satisfy her, cheeks burning red, but shameless now—didn’t care about her son or husband anymore, just needed me deep, body pushing back greedy for it.

“How hard you want it?” I growled, biting her shoulder sharp—teeth sinking in to mark, then her neck, sucking deep bruises that would last.

“Ahh… I want it so hard…” she moaned, body breaking under the need. “Ahh… please, Alex…”

“Shh…” I consoled soft, hand stroking her back slow while the other kept grinding rough, making her crave it more—body trembling violent, pussy soaking through her pants heavy, hips pushing back greedy like she’d die without it inside.

I wrapped my arms around her slowly from behind—reaching down to her pants button, fingers brushing her soft belly on the way. She moaned just from the thought it was about to begin—body trembling, breath catching sharp as she realized what was coming.

I opened her tight button slow—struggling a little with the pressure, her thick curves resisting, fabric stretched so tight from her wide hips and ass.

Then I reached for her zipper—she put her hands on my arms quick, shame flashing in her eyes, like she hadn’t let anyone besides her husband touch her like this in all her married years.

But her hands just rested there—guiding mine subtle, not stopping, pressing me to continue. She was too far gone to stop now—need winning over everything.

I pulled the zipper down slow—inch by inch, letting her lower body breathe a little from the pressure release, the sound loud in the quiet room.

Then I tugged her pants from the sides—pulling down firm over her thick hips and massive ass, fabric clinging stubborn to every curve.

She helped me—lifting slight, pushing back needy—she couldn’t wait to get my dick in her pussy, wanted me fast, but I was making sure her pussy craved me fully, teasing every second.

Soon I got the pants under her ass—it resisted hard, cheeks jiggling as the fabric peeled off slow, then her ass came into full view—so thick, spilling heavy, just a tiny panty wedged deep between, barely covering anything, cheeks so big the panty looked like nothing, swallowed in the softness.

I grabbed her right ass cheek with my right hand—squeezed hard, fingers sinking deep into the juicy flesh, warm and overflowing my grip, soft but firm, the kind of thickness that made my mouth water instant.

“Wow, Heather… you are so thick and juicy…” I rasped, voice rough, kneading slow to feel every give.

“You like it?” she moaned soft, giggling breathy—body arching back into my hand, pushing for more, cheeks clenching subtle under my fingers.

My mouth watered just from the thought of eating her thick ass—burying my face between those cheeks, licking every inch, tasting the heat.

I started squeezing both cheeks now—before letting the pants drop fully—hands full, massaging deep, pulling them apart to feel the weight, the jiggle, so big and thick yet firm, like heaven made for gripping and ruining.

“You’re husband is so lucky, Heather…” I groaned, not able to believe the thickness as I squeezed harder—fingers digging deep into her juicy cheeks, spreading them wide to see the tiny panty wedged deep between, cheeks spilling over my palms like warm dough, soft but firm, overflowing my grip.

She moaned louder—”Ahh… Alex…”—grinding back greedy, body trembling violent from the worship, years of neglect making every touch electric, her ass pushing into my hands like she needed more, harder.

My dick was touching her ass cheeks now that her pants were bunched under her thick ass—and my god, it was disappearing into the thick skin, swallowed by the soft, warm flesh, her ass so firm yet so juicy, so filthy, my hard dick poking and sinking between the cheeks.

I grabbed my dick—stroked once slow, slick with precum—and rubbed it on her thick ass, sliding up and down on her ass cheeks.

She glanced back at it over her shoulder—eyes dark with lust, loving every second my dick touched her naked body, her thick ass jiggling subtle with the friction.

“It’s so hard, Alex…” she said breathy, glancing back again, biting her lip hard.

And it really was—my dick getting harder and harder looking at her, throbbing angry, veins pulsing as it rubbed her skin.

“Bend over, Heather,” I commanded low, gesturing to the drawer in the room where she’d been pretending to find the fine slip.

She obeyed like a good slut—my whore—walking slow to the drawer, pants still around her thighs hobbling her steps, then bending over it slow, showing me heaven—ass up high, cheeks spreading natural, panty string pulled tight, pussy lips peeking swollen and wet below.

Her mature thick body arched perfect—tits hanging heavy, back curved, hips wide, ass presented like an offering.

She moaned—”Aahh… Alex… please…”

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