u/50shades-shakespear

Go ahead / no $ape fantasies only consentual sex

how imagine it.

She's in her mid 40s, curves thickened by time full hips, heavy tits sagging just right, ass plump and jiggling with every step. Silver streaks in her dark hair, laugh lines around her eyes that crinkle when she spots you across the bar. No names, no bullshit just a glance that says she needs cock, and you need to wreck her. You buy her a drink, hand brushing hers, and her fingers linger, nails scraping your skin. 'Take me somewhere,' she whispers, voice husky from whiskey, thighs clenching under the table as she eyes the bulge in your pants.

Back at your place, door barely shut, she lunges hands ripping your shirt, mouth devouring yours in a starved kiss, tongue plunging deep, sucking your lips raw. 'I've craved a young stud like you all night,' she growls, dropping to her knees, yanking your pants down. Her mouth engulfs your cock no tease, just gulping it to the root, throat milking you with expert swallows. Saliva drips down her chin, coating your balls as she bobs furiously, eyes locked on yours, mascara already smearing from the effort. She pulls off gasping, 'Fuck my face, make me choke on it I need your cum down my throat.'

You grab her hair, ram her skull onto your shaft, hips bucking to bruise her tonsils. She gurgles approval, hands clawing your ass, pulling you deeper. But you crave her tooyank her up, shred her blouse, maul those massive tits, sucking nipples hard enough to make her arch and yelp. 'God, your body's fucking perfect,' you groan, biting the soft underside, leaving teeth marks. She shoves you back onto the couch, straddles your face pussy dripping, lips swollen and dark from age, clit throbbing like a ripe berry. 'Eat me, devour this wet cunt,' she demands, grinding down, smothering you in her musk.

Your tongue spears her hole, lapping folds, sucking her clit while fingers plunge knuckle-deep, curling to her G-spot. She bucks wild, tits flopping, 'Yes, fuck don't stop!' First orgasm hits fast cunt spasming, squirting hot juice across your chin, soaking your neck. She doesn't lift off, just grinds harder, craving more. 'Again, make me cum forever!' You flip her onto all fours, ass up slap those cheeks red, spread them wide, tongue rimming her puckered asshole while three fingers pound her pussy. She screams, body convulsing, second squirt gushing onto the cushions.

You devour her neck, shoulders, marking every inchcraving her taste, her heat. She claws your back, legs locked around you, pulling deeper. Seventh, eighth she's a squirting fountain, bed soaked, screams echoing. 'More, infinite don't ever stop!' You pull out, shove her face-down, ass high tongue her asshole sloppy while fisting her cunt to ninth orgasm, squirt puddling under her.

But she craves more drops, sucks you clean, throat-fucking herself to revive your hardness. Seventeenth on her back, you devour her tits while railing slow then fast. Eighteenth, nineteenth endless loop, her pussy addicted, begging, 'You're mine to devour, my infinite orgasm god.' You crave her submission, her milf body yielding twentieth squirt as you flood her ass this time.

Hours blur twenty-first to thirtieth orgasms chaining, squirting nonstop, room reeking of sex. She crawls to you spent but craving, licks your cock clean. 'Again tomorrow I need you devouring me forever.' Mutual hunger sated for now, bodies entwined in sweat-soaked exhaustion, ready to devour anew.