“I will bring us to my place, John....”

”You need my big hard cock in you, don't you MILF?” as you promptly grab and feel her breasts.

Her voice is shaking, and you can almost see her knees wobbling. She needs it; wants it. But she is terrified too.

You grin. “Where can I fuck you, fuckmeat? I know you are scared. Fucking in public. Do you dare to take me home?”

“Ok, John. I-I-I can't believe I'm doing this.”

You can hear her whimper as she says it.

”You better be dressed like the dirty MILF you are.”

The bitch looks at you, and shivers.

You’re right, and she pulled upher dress. You look her over.

She isn't bad looking. She is in her early 30's, short light brown hair. Probably about 34D udders and she is not wearing a bra., only her pale yellow sundress with a red and violet floral pattern.

You grab her chin and pull her face up. ”It's time for you to decide, MILF. Do you dare take me home, or have you wasted my time?”

She hardly dares look at you, but you hold her chin. She whispers: “I will bring us to my place, John....”

You grab her thigh while we start walking. We are there within minutes. As we go in she asks you to please be very quiet and makes an excuse about nosy neighbours. You see the cunt is just nervous. Inside you make yourself comfortable on her couch without asking.

After she put Emily in an other room, she comes back and you tell her to turn around for you, then sit down.