My Girlfriend's MILF

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Author: A.B. Summers
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as much as I do. If it’s forbidden and dangerous for me, it’s even more so for her. I know she is wet inside those silk pajamas. I know her clit is already stiff and full. She wants this as much as I do, and I’m not going to stop now.
    She is still holding my hand back, but I refuse to ease up on the pressure. I continue to firmly push my hand closer to that cleavage, closer to those magnificent boobs. She’ll have to push harder if she wants me to stop.
    But she doesn’t push harder, and with a rush of exhaled air she turns her face back to me and lets me kiss her hard. At the same time she pulls my hand down into her robe, and I gasp as I realize that this is finally happening. It’s begun, and there’s no turning back for either of us.

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    M y fingers find their way down her top just as my hungry tongue enters her mouth. I squeeze down hard on her nipple, pinching it with all my strength, and I feel her mouth tighten as she breathes hard, sending a torrent of saliva into my mouth. I keep kissing her now, my mouth wide open, and her head is pushed against the back of the couch. I am still above her, my left knee on the couch, my right hand cupping her large left boob, my fingers insatiably pinching her nipple as I feel myself get harder than I ever imagined possible.
    “No,” she whispers now as I pull my head away from her face so I can open up her robe fully. “We can’t do this, Richie.”
    “Yes,” I say, my voice thick with desire, my words slurring with passion. “We are doing this, Beth.”
    “We can’t do this to Mindy,” she whispers again as I look down at her on the couch.
    Her robe is pulled back now, and with one swift move I rip the buttons off her black silk top and gasp when her tits spring out like torrents. They are bigger than I imagined. A bit saggy, but smooth and . . . and there . . . cresting each tit is a perfect, large, dark red nipple, both already hard, the little follicles around each nipple pricked up like goosepimples.
    “Oh, fuck,” I say, almost shouting the words as I force myself to hold back for a moment so I can admire those tits that I’ve dreamt about for so many months now, those fucking boobs that got me to cum so many times on my own, those forty-year-old nipples that I fantasized about even as I fucked Beth’s nineteen-year-old daughter in the ass on the fourth of July.
    “Please,” she says again as I position myself right in front her.
    I sit down on the coffee table, and now I am down at the level of her breasts, and I grab them both, squeezing simultaneously, pinching and pulling, watching the nipples get harder, her boobs get red as I press them with all my strength.
    She is writhing now, her eyes closed, her mouth half open, those strawberry lips moving as she mumbles something under her breath. I lean forward and kiss her neck furiously, still pressing her boobs.
    But now my cock is straining in my pants to the point where it is almost painful. I unbuckle my belt clumsily and unbutton my jeans as fast as I can. I push my boxers down with my jeans, and my cock springs out of its restraints, its tip already glistening with moisture, its shaft already soaked in my fluids. I have never been so wet, and I moan once and then push my cock up between Beth’s tits, furiously fucking those magnificent globes.
    “Take them off,” she whispers now, opening her eyes and looking down at my hard cock that is rubbing against her chest and boobs, leaving trails of stickiness all over her skin. “Take off your pants.”
    I shout in frustration at having to stop, and I back away and sit down on the coffee table again so I can take off my pants. I do it and fling the jeans and boxer shorts to the far end of the room. Now I am wearing nothing but my black T-shirt and socks, and when I turn back to her I see that she has taken off her robe and discarded her ripped pajama top. She is still wearing those pajama bottoms, and I take in the sight of her bare shoulders, her

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