My Very First XXX Experience with MILF Lesbian Sex
MILF lesbian sex – sleeping with girls is always a great refresher. That’s kind of a given if you take a look at my past lesbian sex stories. Most men never seem to know what we girls want. I won’t say I get tired of sex. That’s impossible, but women do sometimes make me enjoy it more.
There was a time when I didn’t think much of it. I had slept with a bunch of women, all of them around the same age as me. I opened up about it my lack of enthusiasm with it to a friend and she dismissed my notion immediately. Being a sex sage, she told me to have some sex with an older woman – a MILF. That was the first time I became curious about MILF lesbian sex, and now I’m a connoisseur.
Finding a MILF to get to bed wasn’t that hard. I had a friend of my mom’s that made me feel warm when I took a sideways glance at those humongous breasts of hers.
They swelled out like a camel’s humps, and I salivated thinking about whether they were filled with water, milk, or delicious flesh. It was easy for me to make her my target for my very first MILF lesbian sex experience.
It was a hot, sunny day in June, and I chose noon time to visit her wearing some very skimpy clothes. She had recently been divorced, happily, and I knew she was going to be ready for some hot, steamy sex. A couple of wine glasses and laughs later, I slid in closer and started twisting a strand of her hair around my finger. She wasn’t shocked. I had known her my entire life after all.
I am sure she had never imagined me seducing her for some MILF lesbian sex. But the way she kissed me back would make you think she had been wanting it all her life. Maybe it’s just how good I am, but I have to have to say she was even better than I could imagine.
After having her tongue lap up everything I had in my mouth and throat, I quickly moved towards the two heavenly jugs I’d always wanted to taste.
Unclothed and pushing towards my eyes, they looked even better than what I had masturbated to. Instinctively, I cupped them in my palms and snuggled my face in them. I felt them all along my skin, soaking in the smell and the feel, segueing into some tasting. My tongue would around those soft cantaloupes, eliciting many giggles and moans from her.
I didn’t have much to do after that. She proved to be quite the domme – no wonder some men didn’t stick around much. Boy, did she like to take control! Those jugs of hers went everywhere on my body, leaving my skin seething for more and burning with lust. She was quite experienced with her tongue, too. Long and thick, it left a solid impression wherever it went… making me wetter and wetter by the second.
She had my pussy as wet as any cock could, and she loved raking in everything I let out. She honestly did feel like a camel at some points, the way she thirsted for my juices. After she had her fill, and I was almost left dry, I took advantage of the pause to turn the tables and finally give her body the attention it deserved. Born to be dominant, she guided me the entire time, not through words or actions, but just with slight movements of her body telling me where to go next.
I can safely say that I learned more in the seven hours we kept fucking one another than in my entire life. We fucked through cramps, dehydration, and lots of small bruises and teeth marks from the bite marks we left on each other. It was like an oven in that room; hot, steamy, and always tasty.
To this day, I still keep in touch with her, and I’ve let her know all about how she opened my mind and body to the joys of MILF lesbian sex.
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