Anie Needs a Milf

Anie Darling looked too young to be in this room. Kathy didn't care. She slammed her mouth on the girl's and tasted the difference between youth and experience—soft lips, clumsy tongue, heat that had nowhere to go. Kathy worked her down, big hands parting thin thighs, breath hot against a pussy that was already slick and twitching. She licked like she meant to ruin the kid: broad strokes at first, then quick little stabs with the tip until Anie grabbed her hair and shook. The teenager came hard, thighs clapping the sides of Kathy's head, voice breaking high and raw. When her hips finally stopped jerking, Kathy dragged her back into it—two fingers curled, mouth sealed over the swollen clit again, sucking. Anie sobbed into another orgasm, back arching off the sheets, fresh juice running down Kathy's wrist. Only then did Kathy climb up and mount the girl's face, blonde hair hanging in her eyes while Anie's shaky tongue worked her. The older woman ground down until she came loud and nasty, cunt pulsing against Anie's open mouth. She slid off, chest heaving, and the grin she gave Anie said it all: the girl had been ruined in the best way.