Her Treat

"Wow, you look amazing," Aaron said awkwardly, looking at the Indian MILF in a short black dress with no hose underneath, with matching heels and a bag.

"You're not so bad yourself," Reena said, giving Aaron a kiss on the cheek. The boy had cleaned up nicely, in a button down shirt and khakis, but the boy wasn't exactly masculine. He had womanly hips, and not much muscle on him, Reena thought.

They had an excellent dinner at an Italian restaurant, both partaking in too much wine. And afterwards, both yielded to temptation, kissing heatedly outside Reena's mansion after the Uber driver dropped them off.

"It's been so long," Reena said, unbuttoning Aaron's shirt impatiently, revealing his lithe, femboyish body. He tugged off her heels, disrobing her clumsily.

She was beautiful, but unkept much like a garden abandoned by an owner. Her pussy was bushy but unkept, the curls within not perfectly manicured and attended to like the porn star MILFs that Aaron jerked too. Her skin was soft but dry, and there were stretch marks here and there. She deserved more, Aaron felt. She deserved better.

Aaron flushed deeply when Reena pulled off his pants, exposing his four inch penis, but to his shock, she didn't care. She held his small length in her hand as they kissed, then laid him onto his back, climbing on top of him.

God, she was tight. He didn't know what to imagine pussy as. It was wet, but so very, very tight, milking his length with an iron grip. He pulled out, cumming high into the air, jet after jet of the most watery seed you could imagine. And then he fell back, completely drained.

"It's okay," Reena said, petting his hair. "Sex is overrated." She hugged him tightly, cuddling him, rapturously happy, but Aaron wasn't sure he could agree with her pronouncement.