In the throes of passion, I found myself in a dimly lit room with Mrs. Johnson. The air was thick with anticipation as her scent filled my nostrils and the sound of our shallow breaths echoed in the silence between us. We were both desperate to explore the forbidden fruit that lay before us - the allure of MILFs.
Her fingers gently caressed my hardening cock, teasing it into submission as she ran her hand up and down its length, savoring every inch. Her moans became more pronounced, punctuated by gasps as our sexual tension reached its peak. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead, a testament to the intensity building between us.
Mrs. Johnson's breasts heaved beneath her low-cut top, nipples hardened and poking out like two dark cherries begging for attention. With a swift motion, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her ample cleavage and firm, round mounds. My eyes were transfixed as I watched them bounce with each thrust of my hip against hers.
Our hands wandered over one another's bodies, groping and teasing, leaving no part untouched. Her hand found its way to the waistband of my pants, pushing them down until they pooled at my feet. She knelt before me, her eyes never leaving mine as she took my member into her warm mouth.
The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced - her tongue swirling around the head of my dick, her lips wrapped tightly around it, creating an intense suction that threatened to make me cum in seconds. Her skillful hands massaged my balls, bringing them to life as she continued her oral assault on my cock.
As we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing with each other in a rhythmic dance, Mrs. Johnson stood up and pulled off her top, revealing her perky tits. She reached behind her neck and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples were hard as rocks, begging for attention. I cupped one in my hand, gently pinching and rolling it between my fingers while she did the same to my other nipple.
The room was now filled with our heavy breathing, punctuated by soft moans of pleasure. Mrs. Johnson guided me towards the bed where we had earlier laid down our clothes. As I lay back on the soft mattress, she straddled me, her wet pussy hovering just above my hard cock.
She leaned in to kiss me again, this time with more urgency than before. Our tongues danced once more, tasting each other's lust as we moved towards the climax that we both craved so desperately. She ground herself against me, her hot pussy grinding against my throbbing erection.
With a swift motion, she positioned herself over me and lowered herself onto my cock, impaling herself on my hard member. The feeling of being inside her was indescribable - it was as if every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I could feel her warmth enveloping my entire length, each thrust pushing deeper into her core.
Her hips moved with a rhythmic motion, matching the intensity of our passion. She arched her back, allowing me to reach further within her, hitting all the right spots that drove us both closer to the edge. Sweat glistened on our bodies as we continued to fuck with reckless abandon, neither one willing to relinquish control over the other.
Mrs. Johnson's moans became louder, more desperate, signaling her impending orgasm. She rode me harder and faster, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vice grip. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she came, her body shuddering with each subsequent wave of pleasure.
Feeling her convulsions around my dick was enough to push me over the edge. I let out a primal growl, thrusting into her one last time before exploding deep inside her. Our bodies collapsed onto the bed, panting and gasping for breath as we came down from our high.
The room was now filled with only the sound of our heavy breathing, each one a testament to the magic that had just transpired between us. The spellbound look in Mrs. Johnson's eyes told me that this wasn't the end; it was merely the beginning of many more sexual encounters to come.