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Anal Sex with a MILF after a Wedding Part II – Anal Story [16 min]

A Hot Wedding Night Tale of Milf Mania

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So there I was, on the most magical night of my life – the wedding night with the hottest MILF I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her name was Cynthia, a siren in a silky white gown, with a body that would make a sailor lose his bearings.

As the moonlit wedding reception wound down, we found ourselves alone in the secluded garden, our eyes locked in a silent promise. A promise of passion, of exploration, and of a night neither of us would ever forget.

Cynthia, with a playful glint in her eyes, tugged at the bow of her gown, letting it slip off her shoulders, revealing a lacy, red number that made my heart race. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the curve of her body, the way her breasts spilled out of the low-cut dress, and the hint of a hint of what lay beneath.

With a seductive smile, she reached for my hand, leading me through the garden, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobblestones. We found ourselves near a rustic wooden bench, and without a word, she sat down, pulling me between her legs.

Her fingers traced my jawline, her thumb brushing against my bottom lip. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her breath hitching as our bodies pressed together.

Cynthia leaned in, her lips ram mine in a kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Her tongue danced with mine, her hand sliding down my chest, her fingers unbuckling my pants.

I gasped as her hand wrapped around me, her fingers expertly guiding me inside her. We rocked against each other, our bodies moving in a rhythm all their own.

But Cynthia wasn’t done yet. She broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with desire, and whispered, “Baby, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

She stood up, her dress pooling around her feet, revealing a pair of lace panties and a matching g-string. With a wink, she stepped out of them, revealing her most intimate secret.

I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes locked on the perfect heart shape of her ass. She leaned over the bench, her hips pushing back, inviting me in.

With a trembling hand, I reached for her, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, my thumb brushing against her entrance. I could feel her pulse, her body ready for me.

I pushed inside, her gasp filling the night air. We moved together, our bodies intertwined, a dance as old as time itself.

That night, under the silver glow of the moon, I found myself lost in the arms of a woman who knew exactly how to drive a man wild. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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