So, Jake called me this morning and told me to meet him for ..

So, Jake called me this morning and told me to meet him for lunch. He was all about me wearing that yellow Milfy dress he got me last year—he’s obsessed with showing me off in it. Gets him rock hard every time, knowing I don’t bother with a bra or panties. And honestly, I love how easy it makes things. I pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and there he was, waiting by his car. He came over, opened my door, and helped me out—then laid a kiss on me that was way more than just a peck. I’m not kidding. My pussy was dripping down my thigh just from that makeout session. He’s got me that wound up.

We went inside and got a table on the patio. As we’re walking, Jake is holding my hand like we’re some lovey-dovey couple, which I admit, we are. I also realize it makes me wet just saying that. We sat down, him right next to me, and he didn’t waste a second—his hand was on my leg, rubbing away while the waitress took our order. Once she was gone, I slid my hand over to his pants and started rubbing his cock. Yep, hard as hell, just like always. He upped the game, slipping his hand up my dress and working my clit. By the time lunch was done, I was so fucking wet that I’m pretty sure I left a spot on the chair. Oh well, shit happens.

After we hopped in his car, drove a little way down the street, and he pulled into some random parking lot way in the back. I yanked his cock out, and it was already throbbing, thick and hot in my hand—veiny, with that perfect curve he’s got going. I didn’t hesitate, just lined it up and sank down on it, feeling every inch stretch me open. It’s this insane mix of pressure and heat like he’s splitting me apart in the best way possible. The head of his cock pushes in first, all blunt and demanding, and then the rest of him slides in, filling me up so deep it’s like he’s rearranging my guts.

When I started riding him, it was intense—his cock hitting spots inside me that made my whole body shake. Every thrust up into me felt like an intense punch, the head of his dick bottoming out in my guts. I love the way I can feel the rim of his cock head dragging along my insides. It feels so slick and fat and opens me up just right. Then there is this way he twitched when I squeezed around him that makes me want him up inside me forever! It was like his dick was making itself at home inside of me, stirring me up. My pussy was so wet it was almost sloppy, but that just made it better. It made his dick a mess, but it kept him grinding right where I needed it. I think Jake was as horny as I was, so it didn’t take long—maybe five minutes tops. I felt his cock swell up even more like it was about to burst, and then this hot rush flooded me. I love that feeling when his cum empties into my guts. In my mind, he’s claiming every inch of me. Each pump hit deep, coating my insides and turning my brain off because it set off my orgasm. It’s this wild, raw feeling, having him so far up in me like he’s carved out a space that’s just his. Five minutes of that, and I was wrecked—head spinning, body buzzing, totally fucked out.

I wanted to go back to his place afterward because he fucked me so good it feels like he owns me now…and he does. But he had to get back to work so that killed that. So he drove me back to my Jeep, kissed me goodbye, and said he’d call later for me to come over tonight for round two. Fucks like that with Jake hit differently. I can’t explain it. I don’t think I can live without them either! Can’t wait to see what he’s got in store later, especially after feeling his cock dominate my insides like that.