A Milf Has To Eat
Happy Thanksgiving, you dirty perverts!
It’s your favorite milf, Rachel, here with a naughty tale to spice up your Turkey Day. As I strolled through the grocery store, bagging my fixins for the big feast, I couldn’t help but notice the hot young bag boy eyeing me up and down. I mean, who wouldn’t? With my big, bountiful breasts and long, luscious locks, I’m the epitome of a MILF fantasy.
As I reached for the sweet potatoes, his gaze lingered on my tight jeans and the way they hugged my curvy ass. I felt a tingle between my thighs and decided to play with fire.
“Excuse me, handsome,” I said, batting my brown eyes at him. “Would you mind helping an me carry all these heavy cans to my car?”
He gulped, clearly enthralled by my offers. “Uh, sure thing, ma’am.” As we navigated through the crowded aisles, his hands brushed against my ass, making me shiver with delight.
Once we reached the parking lot, I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. “I’ve got a feeling this Thanksgiving is going to be a real feast… for both of us.”
Without wasting another second, I hiked up my skirt and climbed onto the hood of my car, spreading my legs invitingly. The poor boy just stood there, frozen in awe, as I reached down and unzipped my jeans.
“:get ready,” I whispered, guiding his eager hands under my panties. His fingers found my dripping wet slit, and I let out a moan of pleasure.
As we pleasured each other amidst the parked cars, I couldn’t help but think how perfect this naughty Milf-on-the-side-of-the-road scenario was. Who needs a boring old dinner with the family when you can have a steamy, illicit encounter with a horny young stud?
So, this Thanksgiving, remember: a milf’s gotta eat… and she’s always hungry for more.