Expert MILF

Crystal, an expert bisexual MILF, enjoys nothing more than enjoying as much sexual pleasure in her life as possible. As a mature, very attractive and desirable woman, with her female friends she has the time of her life with them and with other men who only seem to have eyes — and lust — for her above all the others. Features: explicit sex and BDSM.

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My name is Michelle. I’m just an ordinary woman who just happens to work in an extraordinary and I must say, a very enjoyable job! The alarm clock wakes me from a beautiful and peaceful slumber. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and begin to get ready for another sexually active day at Pleasure Boudoir. Run by an expert MILF, Crystal, a fifty-year-old stunning and desirable woman who’s had more lovers than myself and all of my friends put together, she knocks on my door and stands there with her immaculately-painted red fingernails gripping her curvaceous hips. She’s dressed in a no-nonsense but very sexy outfit.

“Good morning, Michelle. Hurry up please. Mr. Owens will be here in an hour and I need you to knock him for six with your drop-dead gorgeousness. If you can be ready in half an hour, I’ll see to it that you get an extra $50 in your account.”

I yawn loudly and stretch my amazing eighteen-year-old body like a cat’s. “Okay, I’ll skip the coffee. I’ll get in the shower first and then do my hair and make-up later. I won’t let you down.”

“No, you won’t, otherwise you’ll get a spanking over my knees again like yesterday. I think you do it on purpose because who wouldn’t enjoy a spanking from me, eh?” Crystal said, winking at the mischievous brunette.

I shoot her a grin and watch her shimmy her way back out of the room as her see-through black chiffon nightdress and dressing-gown show off her incredible body, even if she is thirty-two years older than I am. I feel quite envious of her looks and the confidence that she brims with is something I constantly strive to emulate. As I resist the temptation to press the snooze button on my alarm clock, I drag myself out of cream satin sheets and sit on the edge of the bed to gather my thoughts about the day’s activities.