Hot granny keeps her studs hungry for their own cum

Annabelle smiled at Billy, the nervous young man before her in the living room of her large house in the upscale Boston suburbs.

She stood up, slowly peeling off her executive suit, stripping down to just the sheer black nylons she wore, with garter, her trim torso naked, her slightly sagging boobs hanging over her tight belly. Her thighs shone in the dimming light of the day, firm, supple, tapering to her calves, her legs encased in the expensive nylons she liked to wear to work running a Fortune 500 company.

Billy gulped, watching her gray/blonde bush explode into view, and beneath that manicured bush, the puff of her wet lips. His cock stiffened in his jeans. She sat on the couch, then lay back, spreading her GILF legs, curling a finger to him.

“Drop your pants, take them off and come make me cum, Billy boy,” she hissed, tweaking her thick brown nipples with one hand, running her bony old fingers between her lips down below. “Have you waited the full week?”

He nodded. She smiled.

“Good,” she cooed as she watched the now-naked stud approach, cock preceding him as he knelt on the couch between her long, supple legs and she captured him in them, squeezing him inside her. “I do hope you’re hungry…”

He’d done work for her before, lawn work, a strapping lad of 20, college student, eager to make money on his summers away from school. She found him in spring, gave him work and quickly seduced him.

She was 62 years old, filthy rich, fit as a woman half her age, sexy in indescribable ways with an allure and sensuality that drove men of all ages mad. She was tall, lean, muscular in the legs, sagged and wrinkled here and there but always and forever exuding a sexual charm and confidence that made men tingle in the groin the second they met her.

Like young Billy for example. She was lounging by her in ground pool one early summer day, Billy cutting the lawn, when she stopped him and told him — not asked, told — to lather her slim back and shoulders with lotion, knowing full well the effect it would have on him.

“Be a dear and get the backs of my legs,” she said as he finished, mewing as she felt his long fingers tremble as they applied lotion to her muscular old calves and the hamstring muscles tight on the backs of her slightly sagging thighs. “Mmmm, that’s good, Billy…very, very good…”

His reward came after she slowly sat up and was face to face with his groin, which he covered with his hands nervously. She smiled up at him and staring into his eyes, pushed his hands to the side and slowly, sexily unsnapped his pants and pulled them down with one stroke, his long, thick cock bouncing into view, the tip hitting her puckered mouth leaving a trail of pre-cum on her cheek as he pulled back in surprise.

“Relax, Billy,” she cooed, cupping his muscular white ass and pulling him forward, breathing fire on his dick. “Have you ever had a blowjob young man? Be honest.”

She looked up at him and slowly encircled the base of his huge cock in her bony fingers, gently stroking it, the tip a breath from her wrinkled lips.

“Uh…well…sorta…I mean….” he stammered.

“Sorta?” she laughed, jerking him a little harder now, feeling his entire body tremble through his dick. “Billy, has a woman…or a man, ever sucked your cock? It’s a simple question..”

“Not..not…uh…not another…man…no..” he said, looking away nervously.

Annabelle stopped jerking, looking up sternly.

“Say it, Billy, or I’ll send you back to work with the worst case of blue balls you’ll ever have,” she snapped sharply.

By : milfleglover

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