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.
