The moment I stepped back into the office, the air crackled with a different kind of energy. The usual greetings felt loaded, especially with Ricardo, my boss's husband. He always had a wandering eye, and I, being a recently returned Latina MILF, wasn't immune to his charms.
"Welcome back, Isabella," he murmured, his gaze lingering a beat too long. "Heard you had a fantastic time in the States."
"It was nice, but I missed this," I purred, a dangerous game already afoot. My mature blonde hair bounced as I turned, catching him admiring my curves. It was on. The thrill of the cougar within me was awakening.
After a few days of unspoken tension, Ricardo cornered me in the supply room. "Can't keep my eyes off you, Isabella. You've gotten even more beautiful." His hand grazed my lower back, sending shivers down my spine.
"And I've missed your… enthusiasm, Ricardo."
The kiss was electric – a desperate, forbidden collision of lips and tongues. He lifted me onto a high shelf, my skirt riding up to reveal my milf legs. He pulled away slightly, his eyes burning with desire.
"I want you, Isabella. Right here, right now.””
Before I could answer, his fingers were already working at my skirt. I gasp at the unexpected coolness when the fabric falls away, and I feel his stubble graze my thigh. He positioned me facing the wall, grinding his hardness into my rear. The feeling was intoxicating.
He then flipped me around to face him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I began bouncing on his lap, fully in a blonde cowgirl position. He began to get closer and closer to my face. Soon, he pulled back to unleash a steamy stream of cum right into my mature milf's mouth.
We cleaned up quickly, hearts pounding. The hot milf secret was ours, a delicious transgression fueling our days. The risk was exhilarating, and the taste of our stolen moments was something I knew I'd crave for a long time coming.
