“The Lift” – A Rainy Day Turned Hot - Part 2

Her house was tidy, calm, and warm. She handed me a towel and offered tea, but her eyes were already doing the talking. I took a seat on her sofa, and with just the right touch of audacity, I said, “So... should we start with the white pair?”

She gave a knowing smile and undid the top button of her blouse as she stepped in front of me. No hesitation, just quiet confidence. She peeled her skirt down and stood before me in that same delicate white lace I’d glimpsed before. My mouth watered.

“I’m not expecting you to decide from just a look,” she teased.

“Good,” I said. “Because I want to feel them too.”

I cupped her between the legs, the lace already damp with her heat. She gasped, shivering slightly as my fingers rubbed slow circles over the thin fabric, teasing her clit through the mesh. I knelt, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs, feeling her legs tense as my breath warmed her skin.

She peeled off her blouse and bra, then stood in nothing but her underwear, flushed and biting her lip.

“You’re beautiful,” I said honestly. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

She closed her eyes, savouring it. “Should I change into the black ones now?” she asked playfully.

I grinned. “No... I think we should start by taking these off.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly slid them down, revealing a neatly trimmed mound, her soft, glistening lips peeking out like a glistening butterfly. I sat back just to admire her for a moment before leaning in again.

I kissed her thighs, then traced my tongue along her pussy lips, slowly parting them. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I licked, sucked, and devoured her. She tasted fresh and musky, already dripping. Her hips began to grind against my face, whimpering encouragements in her lilting accent.

When she finally pulled me up, her eyes were wild with need. I stripped quickly, my cock thick, heavy, and ready.

She turned around and bent over the arm of the sofa, her tight little arse in the air. I slid in slowly from behind, filling her completely, gripping her hips and sinking into that wet heat as she moaned.

We moved together hard and deep, her cries bouncing off the walls. Then I pulled out, turned her, and threw her back on the sofa. She spread her legs and wrapped them over my shoulders as I drove into her again. Each thrust hit deep, making her tremble.

“Fuck,” she gasped, voice breaking. “I’m going to cum - don’t stop!”

“Cum for me,” I growled, thrusting faster. “Let me feel it.”

Her whole body clenched, and she cried out, her pussy pulsing around me. I couldn’t hold back. I pulled out just in time and shot a thick load all over her trimmed bush, watching it glisten with my release.

We lay tangled on the sofa, catching our breath. She stroked my cock gently, fingers slick from everything we’d just shared. My cum slowly dripped down between her legs as she smiled up at me with quiet pride and something else - satisfaction.

“Next time,” she whispered, “I’ll wear the black ones.”

Tags: milf, lace, school mum