Amanda’s Snowy Temptation: Shoveling Leads to Hot, Raw Fucking with a Young Stranger

The snow fell thick and relentless outside Amanda’s suburban home, blanketing the driveway in heavy white. At 38, she still turned heads—curvy hips, full breasts straining against her tight thermal top, and an ass that jiggled just right as she shoveled. Her husband was away on a work trip, leaving her alone to battle the storm. Sweat beaded on her forehead despite the cold; her breath came in steamy clouds.

That’s when he appeared—tall, broad-shouldered, maybe 22 or 23, wearing a fitted hoodie and jeans that hugged his athletic thighs. The neighbor’s nephew, home from college. He jogged over, shovel in hand, flashing a charming grin.

“Need a hand, ma’am? Looks like you’re fighting a losing battle.”

Amanda straightened, brushing snow from her cleavage, feeling his eyes linger. She smiled coyly. “I could use the help… and maybe some company. It’s freezing out here.”

They worked side by side, their bodies brushing occasionally. Each time his arm grazed hers, heat shot through her core. When the driveway was finally clear, she turned to him, cheeks flushed—not just from the cold.

“Come inside and warm up. I’ve got hot coffee… or something stronger.” Her voice dropped, suggestive. He didn’t hesitate.

Inside, the house was warm, the fireplace crackling. She peeled off her coat, revealing the way her sweater clung to her hard nipples. He stared openly. Amanda stepped closer, pressing her body against his.

“You’re still cold,” she murmured, sliding her hand down his chest to the growing bulge in his jeans. “Let me fix that.”

She dropped to her knees right there in the living room, yanking his zipper down. His thick cock sprang free—young, hard, veiny, already leaking precum. Amanda moaned at the sight, wrapping her lips around the swollen head, sucking greedily. She took him deep, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin.

“Fuck, Mrs. Amanda…” he groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.

She pulled off with a wet pop, standing to strip. Sweater gone, bra unhooked—her heavy tits bounced free. Pants slid down, revealing no panties, just a glistening, shaved pussy already swollen with need. She pushed him onto the rug in front of the fire.

Straddling him, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down slowly, inch by thick inch stretching her married cunt. “Oh god… so much bigger than my husband,” she gasped, grinding her hips once he bottomed out.

She rode him hard, tits bouncing wildly, ass slapping against his thighs. He gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, pounding deep. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight… gonna ruin you for him.”

Amanda leaned back, rubbing her clit furiously as he slammed into her. “Yes—fuck me like he never could. Fill me up, baby.”

He flipped her onto all fours, gripping her waist and railing her from behind. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping filled the room. She came first—shuddering, crying out, her walls clenching around his shaft like a vice. That pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum straight into her unprotected pussy.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, his softening cock still twitching inside her as cum leaked out onto her thighs. Amanda smiled lazily, tracing circles on his chest.

“You can come shovel my driveway anytime,” she whispered. “Next time… bring friends.”