milf pool boy: Exclusive Must-Have Outdoor Fuck

So my neighbor—this total milf pool boy situation, right?—she’s been eyeing me every time I come to clean the pool, and last Tuesday she just walks out in this tiny robe, drops it on the chaise, and tells me to sit down. I’m not even pretending to skim anymore. She climbs on top, cowgirl, and I swear the way she moves, slow then fast, her big tits bouncing right in my face—I almost lost it immediately. Then she flips us, missionary, my hands gripping her big ass while she pulls me deeper, the sun burning my back and the smell of chlorine and sweat mixing together. It wasn’t some polished thing; it was messy, hot, and real. When I finally finished, she just smiled, kissed my cheek, and said “same time next week.” I didn’t wash that swimsuit for three days.