A real midnight milf

She slipped into the ute with a daring confidence, the thin hoodie barely concealing her smooth, shaven pussy and the delicate curve of her legs. The cold air did nothing to dull the electric heat between us. Her lips found mine immediately, soft and insistent, before descending to my hard cock.

Her mouth wrapped around my cock, warm and wet, teasing every inch from base to tip, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent shivers through my body. I reached back, fingers brushing against the slick heat between her thighs, feeling how soaked she was, her desire as raw as mine.

Without a word, she moved to the back seat, arching her body, inviting me in. Sliding the condom on, I entered her slowly, feeling the stretch and the tightness that made every movement electric. She whimpered softly, urging me deeper, her breath hitching with every thrust. The cold outside was forgotten, replaced by the heat of our bodies pressed together, the rhythm of our passion rising.

After a long, slow build, i made her climax pumping her haws, her cries muffled but intense, her body trembling with release. She squirted all over the back seats.

She begged for me to follow, but I held back, teasing her with the promise of more. She had yet to earn my load.

In honesty I was cold and nervous of being caught.

We parted ways. Over the next few days she text me each night begging for another rough ride.