Brunette Milf Savoring Young Meat In Her Shaved Beaver

cougar handjob was the last thing on my mind when I walked into that bar last Friday, but the brunette at the corner table had other plans, and honestly, I’m glad she did because she locked eyes with me and just nodded at the empty stool beside her we talked for maybe twenty minutes about her divorce and my shitty job before her hand found my thigh under the table her squeeze told me everything I needed to know back at her place she pushed me onto the bed with a wink and pulled my jeans down slow her tongue traced my shaft while her fingers worked my balls her shaved beaver pressed against my leg as she stroked me harder the smell of her perfume mixed with sweat had me groaning she kept whispering how she loved fresh meat not even five minutes passed before she crawled up and guided me into her still twitching soaked heat it was messy fast and primal a night I kept replaying every time I saw her name flash on my phone after that.