My Milf System

I moved forward without wasting another second toward Ivy, who stood before me with a lustful gaze. I crouched down and grabbed the straps of her black thong, then began easing the fabric down. I could feel the heat radiating off her body as the thong clung briefly to her voluptuous hips before slipping past them. As it reached her knees, she shifted her legs slightly, allowing me to tug it all the way down until it pooled at her ankles. With graceful ease, she stepped out of it, now completely exposed except for her bra.

The sight of her bare folds, glistening softly, made my breath catch in my throat.

She was already wet, like dripping wet. I could see the slickness trailing down her inner thighs, her juices catching the light as the familiar scent I’d grown addicted to drifted up and hit me. My eyes lingered on her honeypot which was clean and smooth, exactly the way l loved it. She had taken my request to shave seriously. Not a single strand remained.

I smirked to myself, then gently made her part her legs while still standing. I leaned in, planting soft, teasing kisses on her inner thighs, licking up the sweet trails of her juices that had begun to run down. They tasted just as delicious as I remembered.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned. "Who would’ve known you’d gotten this wet already!"

She bit her lip, cheeks flushed pink. "You undressing me turned me on... and your eyes... the way you look at me like I’m art..."

"You’re truly a masterpiece of an art, waiting for me to eat it up. Bon appétit."

And with that, I buried my face right between her damp, musky thighs, eating her pussy up. From playing with her clit, her labia, to actually flicking my tongue in and out her slit.

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