Making Love to My Black MILF Girlfriend

With our clothes strewn all over the carpet, I crawled closer, wrapping my arms around her to keep her close to me underneath the covers. My lips hit her cheek, her giggles filling the room, belying the fact she’s almost twice my age.

“Mmm, I thought of you so much today,” I say in a groan, kissing her again on her chocolate-hued cheek.

The sight of Ms. Davis’ motherly body outlined beneath the sheets makes my erection more noticeable. I run my fingers down her side, my touch light as a feather, tracing every curve.

“I thought of you too,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without engaging in foreplay, we felt each other up, appreciative for the other’s presence. After playfully wrestling her onto her back, I take my throbbing erection and slide it between her legs, bareback.

Her skin is soft, seasoned by years of life and care, the texture pressing against me in a comforting embrace that made my heart pound. With every touch, my arousal deepens, my body responding to her beneath the sheets.

“Oh,” she gasps as I enter her, her mouth opening in an ‘o’ of surprise and pleasure at the intrusion. Her brown eyes stare up at me, filled with love, lust and admiration. Her curly hair spreads like a halo around her head on the pillow, framing her middle-aged face beautifully.

I immediately begin moving within her, slow and deliberate. My movements are neither rushed nor sluggish but are filled with a burning desire to make this moment last forever.

Overcome by pleasure, she digs her fingers into my back and moans my name. The sound of it echoes off the walls. It was a sound that I had craved to hear all day and now that it was here, it was even better than I had imagined. The room filled with sounds of our love making; the creaking bed springs adding rhythm to our passion while the wind howling outside brings new sounds into our soundtrack.

With nails digging into my ass cheeks, she gives me an impish look, well aware that the creamy load within me is brewing, and is almost ready for departure.

“You going to cum inside me?” she asks, the earlier traces of the professional and motherly woman now gone.

“Yes! Oh, yes,” I answer, humping faster and deeper.

There is no turning back now, the fervor and rawness of the moment has us both completely enraptured. She encourages my movements, her legs wrapping around mine, pulling me deeper into her warmth. I can feel her heart beating against me, mirroring my own in time and intensity.

As I plunge into her with intense urgency, we become one entity — a single motion in the vast expanse of our shared yearning. We could be anywhere, anyone in the world at this moment. But here we are, two bodies entwined in love and lust...Two souls connected on a level that words fail to define.

I feel her tightening around me, her body preparing for our shared climax. The anticipation causes every part of me to tense up in expectation. “I’m going to cum,” she warns breathlessly.

Her confession ignites an explosion within me and I surrender fully to the overwhelming pleasure that crashes over me like the waves of a turbulent sea. The force of my release is so intense that it draws a primal growl from deep within my chest as I flood her with warm spurts of my seed.

In return, she convulses beneath me as she reaches the pinnacle of her own ecstasy. Her cries echo throughout the room, a testament to our shared pleasure. She clings onto me tightly, as we both cum, my juices squirting out into her warm sex. After screaming her name over-and-over, I collapse, basking in the glow that ensues.

“That felt so good,” I say, holding her tight.

“It sure did, Stud.”