Liaison My Friend’s Massive Ass Mom [2 min]
The Ebony Milf’s Desire
Deep in the heart of the city, where the neon lights never fade, there was a place known as “The Hidden Den.” It was a joint that catered to the darkest of requires, and tonight, it was packed with a crowd passionate to satisfy their deepest cravings. Among them was an ebony milf, a dame of timeless vamp and unmatched allure. Her name was Bree, and she was the queen of the night.
The Queen of the Night
Bree, with her honey-brown skin and curves that could tempt a saint, was a lady who knew her worth. She commanded the room with her presence, her eyes never losing their smoldering gaze. She moved with an ease that suggested she’d been born for the stage, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the music that pulsed through the air.
The Entrance of the Young Stud
As the night wore on, the door to the den creaked open, and a young stud stepped in. His eyes were wide, taking in the sight of Bree, the ebony milf, and the crowd that lusted after her. He was a tall, muscular man, with a chiseled jaw and a smirk that suggested he was ready for anything.
The Dance of Anticipation
Bree, sensing his heat, moved towards him with a predatory grace. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest, sending a jolt of electricity through him. She pulled him onto the stage, their bodies pressed together, their lust intensifying the already electric atmosphere.
They danced, their movements slow and spicy, their bodies moving as one. Bree’s hands traced over his chest, her fingers circling his nipples, causing him to gasp. He reached down, his fingers sliding between her legs, finding her wet and ready.
The crowd watched, their breaths zenith in ragged gasps as they watched the ebony milf and the young stud lose themselves in their excitement. The music played on, the beat matching their rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The Blasts
Finally, they collapsed, their bodies spent and sated. Bree looked up at the young stud, a smirk playing on her lips. She ran her fingers through his hair, her voice low and burning as she whispered, “You’re a good boy, but rouse, this is for adults only.”
And with that, the night continued, the ebony milf and the young stud lost in their own little world, oblivious to the crowd that watched them, ready for their next dose of eagerness.
Rouse, this is a fiction meant for adults only. It contains explicit content and language that may not be suitable for all audiences.
