The air in the kitchen hung thick with unspoken tension. Brittany, in her fitted dress that hugged her hourglass body, turned from the stove, a playful glint in her eye. "You've been staring, darling," she purred, her voice like velvet. "What's on your mind?"
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The way the sunlight caught the curve of her big tits…it was intoxicating. "Just admiring the view," I managed, trying to sound nonchalant. But she saw right through me.
"Oh, I think it's more than that," she chuckled, that throaty sound sending shivers down my spine. She took a step closer, her scent – a heady mix of vanilla and something else, something primal – filling my senses. "Tell me, what do you really want?" Her hand trailed up my arm, stopping just below my shoulder.
"I… I want you, Brittany," I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Her smile widened. "Good," she whispered. "Because I want you too. I want your big dick inside me, filling me up..."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. Fueled by raw desire, we tore at each other's clothes, every touch electric. The kiss was fierce, demanding, a promise of the pleasure to come. She guided me, her moans filling the room, her nails digging into my back as I thrust deeper and deeper. Brittany Bardot was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to get creampied.
Her female orgasm was earth-shattering, a series of guttural cries that echoed through the house. As I emptied myself inside her, I knew this was just the beginning. This cougar was ready to be breed, and I was more than happy to oblige. This was more than just sex; it was pure, unadulterated lust, a step fantasy come to life. I left her filled to the brim, wanting more. Much more.
Her mature body had taken mine to another level, showing me true pleasure, that I never knew existed.
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Brittany Bardot