u/Agent_Torn

I wondered what excuse Mrs. Johnson gave to Mr. Johnson for wanting a spare bedroom in the basement. It was a random thought that just popped into my head. I couldn't image he had this in mind.

I was laying down in the bed - almost the only piece of furniture in the space, most likely because it was the only one Mrs. Johnson really wanted. I was naked, and currently underneath the equally naked Mrs. Johnson, who was loudly enjoying riding my hard cock.

"Oh God! That's it! Right there! Right there!! Oh fuck, I'm going... going to CUMMMM!!!!" She screamed loudly as she started to spasm on top of me. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" The loudness was probably the reason for wanting the basement bedroom, I figured.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Johhson looked straight at me, panting heavily, leaned forward to push her tongue in my mouth, and then continued riding me. Her massive tits pressed into my chest, and her curvy body covered my lean one. If you would have told me before this summer I would get laid more often in my parents suburb than on the college campus, I would've laughed in your face - but here we are.

It didn't start with Mrs. Johnson. When I came back home for a relaxing summer vacation, I got roped into doing yardwork for Mrs. Clark by my mom. 'She's a widow, she needs the help', took on a whole new meaning when she dragged me to her bedroom to fulfill her lustful needs. That might have been the end of it, had she also not been an incurable gossip.

Before I knew it, I was dragged into bedrooms, bathrooms, and pretty much every other room all over the neighborhood. Some were like Mrs. Clark, lonely and neglegted. Others, like Mrs. Johnson, had alterior motives.

I grunted softly, grabbing Mrs. Johson's ass. She, in turn, seemed to recognize what was happening. "You're getting close, right? Give it to me." She started ro ride me harder, slamming herself down, taking my entire cock. "Give me what I want!" She started screaming again - I was pretty sure she was getting close to cumming herself. "Yes! Give me that big, fertile load! Empty your balls deep inside of me! BREED ME!!!"

I left an hour or so later, sweaty, having pumped a second load into Mrs. Johnson, and leaving her talking incoherently on the basement bed. She really wanted a baby, that was her thing. Others just wanted to play out very specific fantasies.

A car stopped in front me, and a window rolled down. I recognized the lady behind the wheel, who was currently fiddling with the cross around her neck. "Hi Mrs. Redding," I said politely, wondering if she heard the rumors and wanted to save my soul. "Marcus," She said, clearly conflicted. "I need your help with... something. In the church."

I smiled, knowing this is how it started every time. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Redding."

Kinks: MILFs, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, sneaking around, big tits, etc, etc.. (Feel free to ask)

Limits: Toilet stuff, extreme violence, anal

I wondered what excuse Mrs. Johnson gave to Mr. Johnson for wanting a spare bedroom in the basement. It was a random thought that just popped into my head. I couldn't image he had this in mind.

I was laying down in the bed - almost the only piece of furniture in the space, most likely because it was the only one Mrs. Johnson really wanted. I was naked, and currently underneath the equally naked Mrs. Johnson, who was loudly enjoying riding my hard cock.

"Oh God! That's it! Right there! Right there!! Oh fuck, I'm going... going to CUMMMM!!!!" She screamed loudly as she started to spasm on top of me. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" The loudness was probably the reason for wanting the basement bedroom, I figured.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Johhson looked straight at me, panting heavily, leaned forward to push her tongue in my mouth, and then continued riding me. Her massive tits pressed into my chest, and her curvy body covered my lean one. If you would have told me before this summer I would get laid more often in my parents suburb than on the college campus, I would've laughed in your face - but here we are.

It didn't start with Mrs. Johnson. When I came back home for a relaxing summer vacation, I got roped into doing yardwork for Mrs. Clark by my mom. 'She's a widow, she needs the help', took on a whole new meaning when she dragged me to her bedroom to fulfill her lustful needs. That might have been the end of it, had she also not been an incurable gossip.

Before I knew it, I was dragged into bedrooms, bathrooms, and pretty much every other room all over the neighborhood. Some were like Mrs. Clark, lonely and neglegted. Others, like Mrs. Johnson, had alterior motives.

I grunted softly, grabbing Mrs. Johson's ass. She, in turn, seemed to recognize what was happening. "You're getting close, right? Give it to me." She started ro ride me harder, slamming herself down, taking my entire cock. "Give me what I want!" She started screaming again - I was pretty sure she was getting close to cumming herself. "Yes! Give me that big, fertile load! Empty your balls deep inside of me! BREED ME!!!"

I left an hour or so later, sweaty, having pumped a second load into Mrs. Johnson, and leaving her talking incoherently on the basement bed. She really wanted a baby, that was her thing. Others just wanted to play out very specific fantasies.

A car stopped in front me, and a window rolled down. I recognized the lady behind the wheel, who was currently fiddling with the cross around her neck. "Hi Mrs. Redding," I said politely, wondering if she heard the rumors and wanted to save my soul. "Marcus," She said, clearly conflicted. "I need your help with... something. In the church."

I smiled, knowing this is how it started every time. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Redding."

Kinks: MILFs, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, sneaking around, big tits, etc, etc.. (Feel free to ask)

Limits: Toilet stuff, extreme violence, anal

I wondered what excuse Mrs. Johnson gave to Mr. Johnson for wanting a spare bedroom in the basement. It was a random thought that just popped into my head. I couldn't image he had this in mind.

I was laying down in the bed - almost the only piece of furniture in the space, most likely because it was the only one Mrs. Johnson really wanted. I was naked, and currently underneath the equally naked Mrs. Johnson, who was loudly enjoying riding my hard cock.

"Oh God! That's it! Right there! Right there!! Oh fuck, I'm going... going to CUMMMM!!!!" She screamed loudly as she started to spasm on top of me. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" The loudness was probably the reason for wanting the basement bedroom, I figured.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Johhson looked straight at me, panting heavily, leaned forward to push her tongue in my mouth, and then continued riding me. Her massive tits pressed into my chest, and her curvy body covered my lean one. If you would have told me before this summer I would get laid more often in my parents suburb than on the college campus, I would've laughed in your face - but here we are.

It didn't start with Mrs. Johnson. When I came back home for a relaxing summer vacation, I got roped into doing yardwork for Mrs. Clark by my mom. 'She's a widow, she needs the help', took on a whole new meaning when she dragged me to her bedroom to fulfill her lustful needs. That might have been the end of it, had she also not been an incurable gossip.

Before I knew it, I was dragged into bedrooms, bathrooms, and pretty much every other room all over the neighborhood. Some were like Mrs. Clark, lonely and neglegted. Others, like Mrs. Johnson, had alterior motives.

I grunted softly, grabbing Mrs. Johson's ass. She, in turn, seemed to recognize what was happening. "You're getting close, right? Give it to me." She started ro ride me harder, slamming herself down, taking my entire cock. "Give me what I want!" She started screaming again - I was pretty sure she was getting close to cumming herself. "Yes! Give me that big, fertile load! Empty your balls deep inside of me! BREED ME!!!"

I left an hour or so later, sweaty, having pumped a second load into Mrs. Johnson, and leaving her talking incoherently on the basement bed. She really wanted a baby, that was her thing. Others just wanted to play out very specific fantasies.

A car stopped in front me, and a window rolled down. I recognized the lady behind the wheel, who was currently fiddling with the cross around her neck. "Hi Mrs. Redding," I said politely, wondering if she heard the rumors and wanted to save my soul. "Marcus," She said, clearly conflicted. "I need your help with... something. In the church."

I smiled, knowing this is how it started every time. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Redding."

Kinks: MILFs, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, sneaking around, big tits, etc, etc.. (Feel free to ask)

Limits: Toilet stuff, extreme violence, anal

I wondered what excuse Mrs. Johnson gave to Mr. Johnson for wanting a spare bedroom in the basement. It was a random thought that just popped into my head. I couldn't image he had this in mind.

I was laying down in the bed - almost the only piece of furniture in the space, most likely because it was the only one Mrs. Johnson really wanted. I was naked, and currently underneath the equally naked Mrs. Johnson, who was loudly enjoying riding my hard cock.

"Oh God! That's it! Right there! Right there!! Oh fuck, I'm going... going to CUMMMM!!!!" She screamed loudly as she started to spasm on top of me. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" The loudness was probably the reason for wanting the basement bedroom, I figured.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Johhson looked straight at me, panting heavily, leaned forward to push her tongue in my mouth, and then continued riding me. Her massive tits pressed into my chest, and her curvy body covered my lean one. If you would have told me before this summer I would get laid more often in my parents suburb than on the college campus, I would've laughed in your face - but here we are.

It didn't start with Mrs. Johnson. When I came back home for a relaxing summer vacation, I got roped into doing yardwork for Mrs. Clark by my mom. 'She's a widow, she needs the help', took on a whole new meaning when she dragged me to her bedroom to fulfill her lustful needs. That might have been the end of it, had she also not been an incurable gossip.

Before I knew it, I was dragged into bedrooms, bathrooms, and pretty much every other room all over the neighborhood. Some were like Mrs. Clark, lonely and neglegted. Others, like Mrs. Johnson, had alterior motives.

I grunted softly, grabbing Mrs. Johson's ass. She, in turn, seemed to recognize what was happening. "You're getting close, right? Give it to me." She started ro ride me harder, slamming herself down, taking my entire cock. "Give me what I want!" She started screaming again - I was pretty sure she was getting close to cumming herself. "Yes! Give me that big, fertile load! Empty your balls deep inside of me! BREED ME!!!"

I left an hour or so later, sweaty, having pumped a second load into Mrs. Johnson, and leaving her talking incoherently on the basement bed. She really wanted a baby, that was her thing. Others just wanted to play out very specific fantasies.

A car stopped in front me, and a window rolled down. I recognized the lady behind the wheel, who was currently fiddling with the cross around her neck. "Hi Mrs. Redding," I said politely, wondering if she heard the rumors and wanted to save my soul. "Marcus," She said, clearly conflicted. "I need your help with... something. In the church."

I smiled, knowing this is how it started every time. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Redding."

Kinks: MILFs, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, sneaking around, big tits, etc, etc.. (Feel free to ask)

Limits: Toilet stuff, extreme violence, anal

I wondered what excuse Mrs. Johnson gave to Mr. Johnson for wanting a spare bedroom in the basement. It was a random thought that just popped into my head. I couldn't image he had this in mind.

I was laying down in the bed - almost the only piece of furniture in the space, most likely because it was the only one Mrs. Johnson really wanted. I was naked, and currently underneath the equally naked Mrs. Johnson, who was loudly enjoying riding my hard cock.

"Oh God! That's it! Right there! Right there!! Oh fuck, I'm going... going to CUMMMM!!!!" She screamed loudly as she started to spasm on top of me. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" The loudness was probably the reason for wanting the basement bedroom, I figured.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Johhson looked straight at me, panting heavily, leaned forward to push her tongue in my mouth, and then continued riding me. Her massive tits pressed into my chest, and her curvy body covered my lean one. If you would have told me before this summer I would get laid more often in my parents suburb than on the college campus, I would've laughed in your face - but here we are.

It didn't start with Mrs. Johnson. When I came back home for a relaxing summer vacation, I got roped into doing yardwork for Mrs. Clark by my mom. 'She's a widow, she needs the help', took on a whole new meaning when she dragged me to her bedroom to fulfill her lustful needs. That might have been the end of it, had she also not been an incurable gossip.

Before I knew it, I was dragged into bedrooms, bathrooms, and pretty much every other room all over the neighborhood. Some were like Mrs. Clark, lonely and neglegted. Others, like Mrs. Johnson, had alterior motives.

I grunted softly, grabbing Mrs. Johson's ass. She, in turn, seemed to recognize what was happening. "You're getting close, right? Give it to me." She started ro ride me harder, slamming herself down, taking my entire cock. "Give me what I want!" She started screaming again - I was pretty sure she was getting close to cumming herself. "Yes! Give me that big, fertile load! Empty your balls deep inside of me! BREED ME!!!"

I left an hour or so later, sweaty, having pumped a second load into Mrs. Johnson, and leaving her talking incoherently on the basement bed. She really wanted a baby, that was her thing. Others just wanted to play out very specific fantasies.

A car stopped in front me, and a window rolled down. I recognized the lady behind the wheel, who was currently fiddling with the cross around her neck. "Hi Mrs. Redding," I said politely, wondering if she heard the rumors and wanted to save my soul. "Marcus," She said, clearly conflicted. "I need your help with... something. In the church."

I smiled, knowing this is how it started every time. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Redding."

Kinks: MILFs, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, sneaking around, big tits, etc, etc.. (Feel free to ask)

Limits: Toilet stuff, extreme violence, anal