The sexual tension between Molly and I had been simmering for weeks. We’d been chatting about her legendary ability to soak a room and my absolute obsession with a woman who unleashes like a fountain. So, at the last convention, in the midst of the chaos, we carved out our own private oasis. When she knocked on my hotel room door, I was already rock hard. She stepped inside wearing a stunning piece of red lingerie that her curves were practically spilling out of. This big-*** MILF was a vision, and she didn’t waste a second. She freed my throbbing **** and took me deep into her mouth. The sight of her lips wrapped around my shaft was pure art, but I was hungry for more. I spread her legs to taste what was mine. I devoured her, my tongue working her **** as her moans filled the room and her body began to tremble. That’s when the first gush hit, a sweet, warm explosion against my beard. She was just getting started. I slid inside her tight, wet ***** in missionary, pinning her down as she squirted hard all over my stomach, crying out my name. I flipped her over, gripping her hips for a deep doggystyle pounding, and watched her unleash again, soaking the sheets beneath us with every powerful thrust. I pulled her into a side-saddle position, my **** hitting a new, devastating angle that made her eyes roll back as she gushed once more. The bed was absolutely drenched, a testament to her talent. By the end, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out, stroked my slick ****, and unloaded a massive, hot facial all over her big, gorgeous ****, leaving my mark on this incredible, soaked-to-the-skin MILF.
