Busty MILF Gives Roommate HJ in Front of Her Girlfriends

As Wes entered his new home, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement filling him from head to toe. This was going to be the place where he would finally live independently — no more parental restrictions or guidelines! But what really made Wes ecstatic about moving here wasn’t just the freedom itself; rather, it was the fact that he’d found someone to share this new adventure with: Makena, a stunningly attractive, busty, husky, and charming black woman whom he had only recently begun to get acquainted with.

The thought of living together with her stirred up feelings inside him that he hadn’t quite been able to identify before. It felt like a mix of excitement, curiosity, anxiety, and arousal — all rolled into one powerful emotion.

Their friendship grew rapidly as the days went by, fueled primarily by their mutual passion for smoking weed and discussing various topics late into the night. As the bond strengthened between them, there were subtle moments when their bodies brushed against each other, sending electrifying sensations coursing through both of them.

Their growing chemistry seemed undeniable, yet neither dared admit it aloud. They continued to enjoy their company, sharing joints and engaging in deep conversations which often turned into philosophical debates over everything from politics to existential questions. The comfortable atmosphere allowed them to explore facets of themselves they never knew existed.

One day, after finishing a particularly intense discussion about capitalism versus socialism, they found themselves standing close to each other under the warm glow of sunlight pouring through the window.

Without any prior warning, Wes leaned in and kissed Makena full on the lips. His boldness surprised even himself. However, she didn’t pull away, instead returning the gesture with equal fervor. Their lips lingered for several seconds longer than expected, sparking something else within them besides mere affection.

Emboldened by this unforeseen turn of events, Wes invited Makena to join him later at the nearby park, claiming it was a perfect spot for relaxation and contemplation. She readily agreed, recognizing a change in their relationship dynamic and wanting to explore further possibilities.

Together, they walked leisurely through the park, taking in the sights, sounds, and scents around them. Conversation flowed easily between them once again, as if picking up right where they left off in their apartment. At some point during their walk, Wes hesitantly broached the topic that had taken hold of both their minds since their impromptu kiss earlier. “So… do you think our connection might lead somewhere different?” he asked cautiously.

Makena paused briefly, then smiled slightly. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly. “But I think it deserves exploring.” With those simple words, they began navigating the treacherous waters of a budding romance, stepping tentatively into unknown territory fraught with potential risks and rewards.

Over time, their bond became stronger still. No matter how much either of them tried to deny the undeniably strong attraction between them, it remained palpable in every interaction they shared.

Wes started to notice subtle changes in Makena’s body language whenever they spoke privately — a slight shift of her hips closer to him, a lingering glance that hinted at hidden desires beneath her composed exterior. Similarly, he caught Makena studying him intently during moments of vulnerability, trying to understand better who he truly was behind the friendly façade.

In spite of these revelations, their friendship endured and thrived throughout months of constant growth and discovery. Both gradually accepted that while they could be best friends, the idea of becoming lovers held immense appeal too.

The kitchen light flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Makena stood near the doorway leading to the dining room, clad in nothing but a short white dress that barely covered her ample curves. Her eyes flashed with mischief, challenging Wes to follow her into the adjoining space.

A group of people gathered around the table, chatting animatedly among themselves. Makena motioned for Wes to approach her, feigning annoyance at his presence. Intrigued, he stepped forward curiously.

Glancing at her, he noticed she wore a devious smile, indicating something was amiss. Curiosity piqued, Wes followed Makena, crossing the threshold into the crowded dining area. Surrounded by Makena’s friends, he wondered why she had brought him here amidst such chaos. Yet despite his confusion, he couldn’t resist being drawn deeper into her web.

“Alright everyone,” Makena announced dramatically, turning toward Wes.

“We need to address something important.”

All eyes suddenly fixated upon them, expressions ranging from intrigue to concern.

Feeling exposed, Wes nervously glanced around the circle of faces. “Is there a problem?” he stammered, searching for support in Makena’s gaze.

She nodded resolutely, drawing him in closer beside her. “It’s about your pot habit, actually,” she stated firmly, ensuring that her tone carried conviction.

“What about my…” Wes trailed off, momentarily thrown off guard by her choice of subject.

“Uh… What exactly is the issue?”, he managed to ask, attempting to deflect attention away from himself.

Makena pursued her line of questioning relentlessly. “Well, it seems like you smoke way too much weed!” She proclaimed authoritatively, placing a mock-concerned finger on his shoulder. Despite feeling embarrassed and confused, Wes forced a laugh. “Haha, yeah, maybe you’re right…” he responded sheepishly.

Her friends exchanged knowing looks amongst themselves, conveying silent agreement with Makena’s concerns.

Feeling cornered, Wes attempted to downplay the situation. “Well, I wouldn’t say ‘too much,’” he protested weakly. “Just enough to unwind after work, you know?” He glanced at Makena expectantly, hoping she would defend him, but received no sympathy from her. Instead, her face bore a mixture of disapproval and determination.

Makena looked straight at Wes, locking eyes with him without breaking eye contact.

“That may be true,” she conceded, her voice low and gravelly. There was a brief pause filled with silence. “However, considering your addictive nature towards substances, I fear that eventually you won’t have control anymore. That will negatively impact your life, affecting your schoolwork, health, and relationships.” Her expression softened slightly, displaying genuine concern for Wes’ wellbeing. Embarrassment washed over Wes as he realized she was serious. Gulping, he admitted, “Maybe you’re right.

It’s just hard sometimes not to indulge when things get stressful.” His confession hung heavy in the air, causing several members of the group to exchange sympathetic glances. Feeling increasingly uneasy under the weight of scrutiny, Wes decided to shift focus elsewhere. “Anyway, what brings all of you fine ladies together tonight?” he asked cheerily, aiming to divert attention away from his own personal struggles.

Several heads turned in response to Wes’ query, offering various explanations for their gathering. As Wes approached Makena, who now stood in front of her friends, anticipation coursed through his veins. Her friends were gathered closely around them, observing eagerly. He could hear whispers, giggling, and quiet murmurs floating through the crowd. This felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Amidst his discomfort, he couldn’t help but admire the boldness of it all.

While none of Makena’s friends showed any signs of judgment, it only intensified the awkwardness within him. His heart raced faster as the stares of her friends bored holes into his soul. Nevertheless, Wes persisted.

Drawing courage from the familiar surroundings, Wes took a step closer to Makena. As he closed the gap between them, her body moved in tandem, matching his movements with almost predatory precision. Each incremental movement sent jolts of electricity surging through his entire being, igniting a burning desire within him.

As they finally stood mere inches apart, Wes’ heart beat wildly against his ribcage. Nervous yet determined, he met Makena’s eyes directly — an act of courage he hadn’t known possible until now. The intensity of emotion mirrored in Makena’s eyes matched his own feelings perfectly, leaving neither party doubtful about the chemistry between them.

Their friends watched on silently, keen to witness whatever transpired next. The atmosphere in the dining room grew charged, crackling with raw energy that threatened to erupt at any moment.

Makena’s friends seemed eager to witness firsthand the unfolding drama between their friend and Wes. Meanwhile, Wes found himself utterly captivated by Makena’s mesmerizing beauty, which radiated from deep within her core.

He knew he needed to make his intentions clear, so he mustered his courage and reached for her hand. It was a tender moment, laced with unmistakable meaning. “Look, I realize my excessive weed usage isn’t helping me grow as a person; and, uh.. I appreciate you calling me out on it,” Wes said humbly, swallowing back his pride. He saw the sincerity in Makena’s eyes, confirming her commitment to helping him overcome his issues.

Makena offered a warm smile, understanding the magnitude of the conversation. “Thank you for opening up to us. We’re all here for you,” she assured gently. Her friends chimed in with supportive remarks, expressing their willingness to assist Wes along his journey to self-improvement.

Encouraged by their compassionate responses, Wes allowed himself to relax a little. Turning his attention back to Makena, he grinned playfully. “So, do you want to know why I came looking for you today?” he teased, leaning in close enough for her to smell the faint trace of marijuana lingering on his breath.

Makena raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her expression. “Why yes, dear boy,” she drawled in response, feigning innocence.

Before Wes could continue further, she swiftly pulled him closer, planting a firm kiss onto his lips. Though initially taken aback by her sudden advances, Wes soon surrendered completely to her advance, returning her passionate affection with equal fervor.

Makena’s friends sat back in amazement, watching the spectacle unfold before them. Some expressed surprise, others excitement, while still more appeared envious. Unfazed by the audience, Makena continued demonstrating her affections for Wes openly.

Wes started undressing, letting go of any remaining restraint, until he was nude. Makena guided Wes’ hand towards hers, prompting him to grasp it firmly. As if in some kind of frenzy, she led him to the nearest chair.

As Wes approached Makena, who now stood in front of her friends, anticipation coursed through his veins. Her friends were gathered closely around them, observing eagerly. He could hear whispers, giggles, and quiet murmurs floating through the crowd. This felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Amidst his discomfort, he couldn’t help but admire the boldness of it all.

Drawing courage from the familiar surroundings, Wes took a step closer to Makena. However, despite his amusement, his insides burned with arousal. His focus shifted solely to Makena, his desires escalating rapidly.

Unperturbed by the gathering crowd, Wes cupped Makena’s face with a gentleness that belied his increasing sexual hunger. He could hear her girlfriends giggling and murmuring over the fact he was naked with an erection, while Makena was clothed, yet he did not care.

The gentle touch of his hands caused Makena to close her eyes, savoring the moment. She leaned forward to kiss Wes once again, but this time her lips brushed against his neck instead. She felt him shudder in response.

As she worked her way down his neck and upper chest, he felt her hands grazing over his skin, exploring everywhere. Her delicate touch swept across his back, arms, and chest, as if she was discovering his body for the first time. His breathing grew heavier, and he clenched his teeth in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

Groaning, he breathed heavily, her hand stroking his length as his hands fondled her big tits. As Makena’s hand rubbed his shaft, he felt a tingling deep in his groin. He had to bite his lip to keep from exploding right then and there. He gently thrust his hips, fucking her soft hand. She was rubbing his cock just right, and he knew that if she kept it up, he would explode all over the hardwood floors.

“Cum, baby. Cum, Wes!” Her hand moved in a blur, her other hand cupping his testicles.

Wes felt the tingle of an impending orgasm as his cock erupted. The first spurt of cum hit her wrist, but the rest landed on the floor. As he came, the crowd was ecstatic and the murmurs turned into a steady chant of, ‘Cum! Cum! Cum’!”

As his seed shot forth from the tip like a male garden statue, Makena got down on the ground, licking up the globs, the cheers of her friends in the background.

Luckily we got the floors cleaned earlier today, he thought, gradually coming down from his orgasm.

Once his orgasm was finished, his cheeks turned pink, now more aware that he was standing naked in front of a group of pretty women.

“I, uh, think it’s time I clean my cock,” he said in lame explanation, turning to retreat to his room to shower.

The End