Eating Lauren

I’ve never thought of Lauren Sanders as a MILF in the same way as Julie Jensen or Amanda Reynolds, because I love the big tits and she doesn’t have them. I’m realizing she’s absolutely a MILF anyway, not just because of her hot ass but because she’s clearly a mom who loves to fuck. Who really loves to fuck.

As she leans against the shower wall with her pussy thrust forward, I suddenly think, It would be a shame to start there. I haven’t even grabbed that ass yet. And if Lauren’s tits are small, her nipples aren’t, and they look like a lot of fun. Besides, if I tease her a bit, how fun could she be? So instead of diving into her pussy, I take her in my arms and kiss her again. I let my hands roam over her smooth back, down to her tight ass, then grab her ass cheeks and pull her hard against my big boner. She purrs her approval into my mouth as I squeeze her ass; she flexes her hips, letting me feel her firm muscles move under my hands.

I spend a few minutes kissing Lauren, slowly and hungrily with plenty of tongue, while I grope her tight little butt, then my hands go on the move. I run them down the sides of her thighs and around to the front, then back up. I brush her pussy with my pinkies, and she bucks her hips, but I only give her that little tease. I caress her taut stomach, then rotate my wrists, fluttering my fingers over her sides as my hands turn. I slide them up and tease the undersides of her small tits with my fingertips; she moans into my mouth, grabs my ass and pulls me tight.

I enjoy caressing Lauren’s breasts, feeling their soft, delicate curves. At first, I avoid her nipples; then I brush each one lightly with one finger. To my delight, when I do that, I feel them grow even harder at my touch. As I begin to caress them, I leave her mouth and start kissing my way down her jawline to her neck. She leans her head back to give me better access, and moans, “Chris, you big fucker, pinch my nipples! Pull them, twist them—I love it rough!” I pinch them hard, then start twirling them like little dials. When I pull and twist them, like unscrewing the cap on a toothpaste tube, she gasps her approval. “Fuck yeah! Keep doing that! Just like that!”

I start nipping at her skin as I kiss her neck and collarbone, and Lauren’s cries of approval get louder. I lick my way down the slope of one breast; I kiss around her nipples a little, leaving them to the tender mercies of your fingers, then slip my hands down her sides and suck a nipple hard into my mouth. She grabs my head and holds it hard to her chest. “Yeah, big fucker, that’s it!” she says fiercely. “Suck my tit. Bite my nipple!” I bite down gently and pull, lashing it with my tongue, and she writhes against me. I grab her ass with both hands and squeeze hard as I start moving back and forth between her nipples. “More, dammit!” she cries. “Give me more!”

Lauren really gets excited when I slide my hands forward around her hips. I cross them at the wrist so that my right hand is on the inside of her right thigh and my left is on her left; she spreads her legs to give me better access. I caress and squeeze her sensitive skin, enjoying the firmness of her toned muscles; as I stroke her, I tease her pussy. She’s perfectly shaved, and the soft, smooth skin of her pussy lips feels incredibly erotic against my fingertips. She’s dripping wet now, and I can feel her juices running down my fingers.

When I suck Lauren’s nipple hard into my mouth, trying to get as much of her tit in my face as I can, she’s had as much as she can take. She grabs my head in both hands and shoves me down to her pussy—crying out as her nipple gets pulled hard before popping free of my mouth—then thrusts her hips forward and jams my face into her snatch. “No more teasing, you fucker! You fucking well eat my fucking pussy and you eat me good, or I’ll sit on your face and ride you like a fucking bronco until you can do it right!”

That doesn’t even sound like a threat, I think—more like an appealing vision. But then, her flower opened right before me is an even more appealing one. I spread her outer lips with my fingers, then start tracing the curves of her twat with my tongue. I lick back and forth between her fuckhole and her clit without quite touching either, then start licking her with a broad, flat tongue. She’s bucking her hips against me, trying to get my clit in her mouth, but I don’t give in to her yet. When I suck one of her big inner lips into my mouth, tugging on it and running my tongue all over it, Lauren’s incoherent noises resolve into gasped commands. “Suck my clit, you fucking boxlicker! Don’t you fucking tease me—stick your fucking fingers up my fucking cunt and suck my fucking clit! HARD!”

Her wish is my command—is my wish, for that matter—so I do exactly as she says. I drive two fingers hard into her box, which makes her gasp, and feel for her G-spot. It’s really puffy and prominent, maybe because she’s so aroused. I suck her eraser-sized button into my mouth as hard and deep as I can; I don’t quite have my mouth open enough, so it scrapes slightly against my teeth, making her howl. I rub her G-spot fast but not hard and suckle her clit like a third nipple. “That’s it, you big fucking stud! Suck my clit—fuck my hot cunt with your fingers. Fuck me harder! Suck me harder! Make me cum all over your face! Make meEEEEEEE!” Lauren’s voice escalates to a shriek; she holds my head tight and grinds her twat into my face so hard, I’m afraid she’s going to break my nose. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers so hard, my knuckles hurt. It’s all worth it to have this sexually ravenous woman going utterly wild on my tongue.

As she winds down, Lauren takes a deep, shuddering breath. “And now you know, Chris,” she says huskily, “why I take my boytoys and fuckbuddies down here. One thing about this basement,” she says with a sultry smile, “it’s soundproofed.” After a few moments, she continues, “You have good instincts. You might be inexperienced, but I’ve rarely been eaten out that well. I can’t wait to see what you can do with that big fuckstick.”