When the door opened Jordan's smile brightened, the vision that was his best friend's mom stood on the other side. Instantly, he felt a tent in his dark cargo trousers.
Holy fuck! Faith looked filthy hot!
"What's up baby?" the eighteen-year-old grinned, eyes widening at the sight of the five-foot-two white beauty.
Damn, Faith looked filthy!
Jordan looked at her from the ground and upwards. Her black high heels making her powerful legs stand out. His eyes kept rising up her well-formed legs. They were bare, exposing her toned calves and firm, fit and shapely thighs. Her deeply tanned skin looked smooth and glistening.
The best fucking legs in town!
His eyes kept looking up her hot married body. Her flat, fit belly showed off the fitness model's commitment to retaining her perfection and as he laid eyes upon her well-earned muscles, clearly defined beneath the skin-tight dress, Jordan could even see her golden belly ring beneath the dress.
Fuck, his vision was consumed by how tightly the dress clung to her.
Nothing was left to the imagination about how fucking fit she was!
Damn, her gorgeous tanned skin looked so smooth and firm that he couldn't wait to run his experienced fingers all over them.
And speaking of things he wanted to get his hands on...
God damn her tits... he knew they were big, but damn...they looked so fucking good.
Stuffed into that tight dress, the tight fabric struggled to contain her gorgeous tits. Full and round and truly immense, her perfect tits were bursting to escape and it looked like a red lace push up bra was pushing those titties up into one fine fucking cleavage.
Damn... how he wanted to slide his dick between those suckers.
Jordan's eyes rose upwards, past the vaulting balloons on her chest, up to her gorgeous face, where her equally gorgeous smile melted him.
"Jordan, you're here very early today" the thirty-four-year-old blonde wife said, welcoming him inside, always pleasant with him, despite how heavily he lusted after her and who could blame him when she sauntered into the living room.
Jordan's eyes were locked on the fitness model's round ass, which was highlighted to perfection in her skin-tight dress, begging to be admired. The blonde's heart-shaped booty was just perfectly formed, firm and juicy and perfect. Each ripe cheek was perky and full, standing out proudly from her body.
Damn...her ass was amazing! The dress fucking moulded into her ass crack to show off the entirety of her round globes as if the dress was painted on her!
Watching that dress define and outline every inch of her fantastically round and toned ass cheeks, whilst he followed her through the living room like a moth drawn to a light, made his mouth water. He could literally see everything, nothing was left to the imagination the way the two cheeks outlined how her thong wedged them
Fuck...he had never been so shamelessly crazy about a woman before, but there was no woman he'd rather breed than this fine-looking MILF!
It was like her sexiness had stripped all of his cognitive thinking and left him with nothing but an instinctive urge to breed her and to unleash upon her curvaceous body the unbridled lust she awoke within him.
And who can blame him for wanting that hot piece of ass when the MILF bent at the waist before him, sticking her big booty dangerously close to his raging hardon while retrieving her golden handbag.
SPANK!
"Ah!" Faith gasped out while she jumped up in the air, only to look over her shoulder at him with a 'come on and fuck me' expression on her pretty face. "Jordan... we've talked about this... I'm married... you can't keep spanking my big booty" Faith told him while she put the golden string of her handbag over her head, letting the golden bag slam against her wide hips and the string nestled in the chasm of her cleavage on its diagonal way down her body.
"Not my fault when it looks that fucking big!" Jordan smirked and he could not believe how sultry she was as she bit her upper lip at him, flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder and batting those eyelashes as his hand surged with electricity from having spanked that perfect ass...
God it felt good and when he saw how the tips of her wavy blonde hair nestled in her ass crack...
Jordan's lust exploded!
Quickly, he wrapped his arms around her hourglass shape and pulled her in close.
"Ohh! Jordan!" Faith squealed until her big booty pressed against his crotch and when his thumbs pressed deep into her spine her animated body turned still.
"Fucking hell baby, you're so tense," Jordan commented as he admired the defined muscle in her shoulders, traps and upper back. And as he dug his fingers deeply into her neck, he pushed against the straps of her dress, pushing the straps further and further towards her toned shoulders.
Faith dropped her hands by her side and sunk her back against his firm six pack and her head nestled between his huge pecs.
Fuck... he was such a beastly strong and fit young man and, in his grasp, she felt so tiny, powerless and submissive!
Closing her eyes as he released knot after knot, making her blood boil and her pussy moisten, she let out a quiet moan.
Then he slung his powerful and fully tattooed arm over her upper chest and pulled her back against him. Before she could even think to pull away, five fingers pressed deep into her back. Instantly, her spine crackled and it felt like her vertebrae dangled freely along a slack string. It was enough to make her hum breathy and long.
God that felt good.
"Like it, huh?" Jordan continued to grind deeper into her bare shoulders while humping her ass slowly.
Fuck, the things he was getting away with! He could hardly believe how easy she was to manipulate and yet it was always that last distance that he struggled cover.
God damn...he knew it, as if he could smell it! If she finally would do him a favour and submit, he knew she would be one hell of a slut in the sheets!
Faith had to end this, but it felt so good, too good, and his powerful fingers weren't just melting her muscles, they were also liquidating her brain. The stunning wife found it impossible to focus on anything but her body going limp under his touch and that massive black cock humping her ass.
"You have to stop. No more, Jordan! You just have to stop..." Faith moaned, but her message lacked any conviction whatsoever, the meaning totally lost to the heavenly breath behind it.
"Stop? I think we're just getting started on something special here" Jordan told her, nibbling on her earlobe as he worshipped the five-foot-two tall fitness model like the irresistible Goddess that she was.
Fuck, she was squirming in his arms and he was practically dry fucking her.
God damn...he was getting so lucky he half-expected the dream to end and that he would wake up with only her Instagram pictures to satisfy his obsession, but the real thing was in his grasp. And when he pushed her straps down her arms, he revealed nearly all of her chest.
"It's too much..." Her head sunk forwards, her shoulder blades coming together. "You're too good at this... I just..." Faith sighed, continuously starting sentences, but she couldn't get to the part where she actually asked him to stop. She finally turned to the one person in her life who meant more to her than anything, since her husband was at work and unable to save her. "Blake... he might come home soon... we have to stop..." Faith said and the instant she said it, she regretted it, because he'd now believe her son catching them was all that stood in the way of taking her right there in the living room.
And worse, she had said we and not you... like the bimbo she was.
His powerful thumbs pressed deeper into her low back, waves of pleasure wrapped around to her front side, and the last of her frustration gave in to the sensation of Jordan's amazing thumbs.
"It's only a massage, we're not doing anything wrong... yet" he teased her, giving her massive ass a slow but noticeable thrust.
"I know but..." Faith sighed, shit, he made it sound like she was the one with all the salacious ideas in her head. She'd never had this much trouble speaking her mind before, and this horny teenager did this to her a lot, but her brain just kept rejecting everything she really needed to say.
Then he thrust against her, again and her juices started to flow.
Fuck... had he successfully worn her down with his relentless flirting, seduction and heavy groping?!?
God... she was struggling today!
His thumbs continued to unearth pleasure from her tight muscles, as his long strong fingers wove into the sides of her flat tummy. "You're so fucking sexy!" Jordan groaned as he pressed her even harder against his raging hardon.
