The MILF Files Volume 4

The MILFs are going wild! The best-selling series continues with four more fantastic stories! A young man gets tutored in love, a gym becomes a scene of clandestine romance, a high-school reunion turns steamy, and a sexy mechanic makes a bargain with a desperate teenager. Check out “The MILF Files: Volume 4!”

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From “MILF Mechanic's Sexy Bargain”:

In the bedroom, she came into his arms with no hesitation at all, completely unlike his first time with Melody. Then, they had both been a little frightened. Corey by his inexperience, and Mel because her last boyfriend had been a jerk who had loved to make her feel self-conscious about her body.

But Max didn’t have that. She had the presence of a woman who was completely confident in her own abilities, both inside the bedroom and out. Her lips were firm on his, her tongue prying his mouth open, and he barely held back a flinch of surprise when her hands crept around and gave his rear a hearty squeeze.

“Yeah,” she chuckled against his lips. “That’s what I like. A nice pair of buns.” One hand left his rear and moved around to the front to rub his stiffening shaft. “And I like that even more. No wonder your girl had a smile on her face, if this is what you’ve been giving her.”

The best way to keep her from embarrassing him any more, Corey decided, was to keep her mouth occupied. So he kissed her again, his hands loosely clasped around her waist. Max wasn’t soft and curvy. Her body was lean with muscle. But the places where she had padding were delightful in their slim economy.

She was a racecar, he decided, moving his hand up her body to cup the shallow swell of a breast through her t-shirt. Nothing extra that could slow her down. But slim and aerodynamic and with a motor that could leave you light-headed as it pressed you into the back of your seat. She arched into his touch, her teeth nipping at his lip. No bra, he discovered, his fingers circling the firm tautness of her breast.

“Down,” she ordered, pulling her mouth away and giving him a push on the chest. The backs of his knees hit the side of the bed, and he let his legs collapse, sitting down. As soon as he was sitting, she was on her knees, pulling off his shoes and socks. “Come on,” she added, tugging at the cuffs of his jeans. “These, too.”

Corey lifted up, undoing his belt and the snap of his jeans, letting Max yank them off and drop them on the floor. He reached up over his head, pulling off his shirt, and suddenly all he had on were a pair of dark-gray boxers. As quickly and as efficiently as if she were changing a tire, Max copied him, stripping off belt, work-shoes, socks, jeans, and shirt in quick succession.

“Get rid of that ridiculous thing,” she said, slipping a finger inside the waistband of his boxers. She pulled on it, then let go, letting the elastic snap back to sting his waist. “I want to see you naked. And not with the best part of you covered up.”

“How do you know that’s the best part of me?” he managed.

She gripped him through the cloth, her fingers sure. “If it isn’t, my eyes are lying to me. And my hands. Though the rest of you is pretty nice, too,” she added, with a twinkle in her eyes that was frankly lecherous. “That’s the best thing about teenagers. I get older, and they stay the same age.”