Chapter 10. Motivation from a hot milf pt2
Sometimes, a gentle kiss from a mature woman is what a person needs to get up that bed and get alive again.
I swear, Mrs Rembrandt's warm lips on mine made me forget just how badly injured l was. The only thing that wasn't in bad shape was my rod of judgment, writhing like an angry python inside my pants.
"Mrs. Rembrandt," I moaned into the kiss. She tangled her tongue with mine, our saliva mixing and threatening to spill, but we swallowed every drop, unwilling to waste even a trace of it.
"Don't call me that," she breathed against my lips. "Use my real name. It's Ivy."
"Right," I murmured, my hands instinctively sliding around her waist. I pulled her closer to myself, feeling her massive voluptuous boobs rubbing against my chest. The feeling was ecstatic. At this point, l could hardly wait any longer. I wanted to fuck her as hard as l could. Maybe that way, l could vent out all my anger, frustration, and problems on her sweet mature pussy.
"Ivy.. l want to fuck you... hard." I murmured.
She stopped kissing me and glanced at my eyes with hers full of pure lust and desire.
"Master.. you're sure a blessing from the goddess." She said, positioning herself perfectly on top of me while letting the straps of her dress fall down her shoulders, revealing those soft melons to me. Now that l took a good look at her boobs, they weren't only huge and soft, but arousing too. Her nipples were dark and slightly longer than those my previous wife had. Honestly, l had never seen something like this.
I reached out a hand and pinched her left nipple. She moaned in pleasure. They were extremely sensitive, too.
"I hate the goddess. Don't mention her ever again in my presence, okay?" I said, and she nodded.
"I'm sorry, master. Please punish me. Punish me with your huge dick. Do whatever you want. I can take it all."