Insatiable : Milfs Unprotected 21 (Breeding Erotica): Milfs Unprotected, #21

By Tori Westwood

Insatiable; that's how I'd describe myself.  I was a horny mess almost all of the time, and things weren't getting any better.  All I could think about was satisfying myself  but that was unbecoming of a mature lady like myself.  Until Justin came to stay …

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Mar 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393215172

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Just the craziest thoughts, Justin.  Thinking about you in ways that I shouldn’t.

Maybe we’ve been having the same thoughts?

What do you think about?

He turned sheepish.  Neither of us wanted to be the first to outright say it.

You can say it, I urged, touching the covers above his leg.  Tell me what you think about.

I ... I think about ... us.  Together.  Doing ... things.

I closed my eyes and felt the lust build.  Say it, Justin.  Please say it.

I think about fucking you.

I exhaled long and deep.  It was the confession that I’d dreamed of hearing.

I think about fucking you too, I told him.  I thought about coming into this room and taking your cock.  I thought about it inside me.

Again Justin swallowed but his nerves were abating.  The cards were out on the table.

Tell me how you’d do it, I pleaded.

How I’d ... fuck you?

I nodded.

I always picture you on top, he said.  I picture myself staring up at your naked body as you bounce on me.

Oh, Justin, I hushed.

I moved my hand up his leg slowly squeezing his thigh.  He seemed tense, as though I was close to touching the prize beneath.

What else do you imagine? I asked.

I imagine you pulling back the duvet and sucking on my hard cock.

He’d played the ball right into my side of the court.  It was do or die, but I’d