Local MILFS need Anonymous Sex

John Doe looked at his computer screen. He was bored by the endless pornography in front of him. It was three AM and he had only managed to masturbate six times. That's when he saw an ad.

LOCAL MILFS NEED ANONYMOUS SEX

There was a gif of an older woman getting railed. Her tits bounced every time the man thrust into her.

A smarter person would have realized that the ad was a scam. Perhaps John Doe thought that being scammed would at least be interesting. Anything must be better than sitting in front of the computer and watching pornography for hours on end.

"Fuck yeah" John said. He clicked fifteen times on the ad in a single second, too impatient for the popups to load. He started clicking even more furiously, slamming his fingers on the enter keys until they were broken. His computer screen flashed white and then shut off.

"Fuck." John said. "That's a bunch of absolute bullshit. Dell can suck my ass."

As if it was reacting to his words, the screen flickered back on. A loading bar

"Where the MILFs where the MILFs where the MILFs at. C'mon, this shit's taking forever."

A radar appeared on the blue screen, it circled.

FINDING YOUR LOCATION.

"I'm right here dumbass"

SCANNING PREFERENCES.

John wasn't sure if it was scanning his harddrive for the copious amounts of pornography, or if it was scanning his own desires somehow.

"My preference is MILFs."

The computer lit up with a check mark. The radar went in a circle, and then outlined many dots.

MILFS detected.

"Fucking finally." John said, furiously clicking.