Madura achieves cumming riding your prick, followed by a creampie.

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Madura’s Old Creampie Gift

Yo, listen up, you humid mature pervs out there. I’m about to spin you a yarn ’bout a night that’ll make your balls drop and your username twitch. So belt up, ’cause we’re diving headfirst into the world of aged creampie exploit. And let me warn ya, this ain’t for the faint of heart or the underage either. This shit is for old audiences only, so if you ain’t 18 yet, skedaddle off now.

Meet Madura

Now, I ain’t one for name-droppin’, but I gotta give props to this babe that’s been fryin’ up my screen nights. Her name’s Madura, and she’s got the mold of a woman and the experience of a queen. She’s got this silky smooth skin that’s golden from years of sunlight, and the physique that lurk beneath her tight-fitting dresses are just beggin’ to be devoured.

The Night of Excitation

So one night, I found myself in her boudoir, the lights dimmed, and the air thick with excitation. She was dressed in this lacy red number that left nothin’ to the imagination. I could unveil her nipples poking through the fabric, and my heart was poundin’ like a drum. She walked over to me and leaned in, her breath ardent on my cheek. “You want it, don’t you?” she purred.

Of course, I did. So I let her take control, and she mounted me, her eyes locked on mine as she started to ride. Her hips moved in a rhythm that sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel every inch of her tight, wet pussy grippin’ my tool. She was riding me like a humid stallion, and I was just hangin’ on for dear life.

The Payoff

As the night went on, we got more and more wild. She was writin’ poems on my skin with her teeth, and I was grabbin’ at her ass as she rode me harder than any wife ever had before. And then, as I felt the edge of finale approachin’, she leaned back and smiled that devilish smile. “Cum for me, baby. Let it all out.” And so I did.

I let out a roar as I came, my seeds fillin’ her up. She milked me for every last drop, and when she was finished, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “That was beautiful.” And as she climbed off, a satisfied smirk on her face, I knew I’d never forget that night with Madura.

The Creampie

As she left the room, she turned around and gave me one last look. She winked and said, “Thank you, darling. I’ll unmask you again soon.” And with that, she was gone. But I could still feel her inside me, her warmth permeatin’ my being. That night, I had experienced a aging creampie that’ll haunt my dreams forever.

The End

I sat there, my heart still racing, as I wiped the sweat from my brow. I knew that night with Madura was something special, something I’d never forget. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew I’d be dreamin’ of that old creampie all night long.

So there ya have it, folks. That’s my tale of a night with Madura, a story of desire, heat, and a old creampie that’ll make your socks roll up and your eyes roll back.