Fucking the married MILF [MF] [M27, F49]

I was bored so I re-downloaded (for the millionth time, probably) Tinder and started swiping around. Tinder is by far the worst dating app—in that the people on there generally suck—but occasionally it delivered a good fuck.

I swiped through for a few minutes—almost exclusively left swipes—when I saw Ashley, and I audibly laughed when I saw her profile. She was 49 years old—not that there’s anything wrong with that, just that it was genuinely funny that she was swiping on people half her age.

Now, I couldn’t be sure she was real, but if she was, she appeared to be pretty hot. Blonde and curvy, her pictures showed some delightful tits and an hourglass frame. Plus, her profile said she liked to work out, and a picture that showed her arms appeared to confirm it. I was willing to give it a chance, it was amusing at the very least. So I swiped right.

And I was very amused when, a few hours later, I matched with Ashley and had a message: Hey cutie ;)

The shy, religious virgin takes my cum [MF]

“Hey,” a voice said softly, uncertainly, as the front door to my apartment creaked open.

“I’m in here,” I called, and a second later, Adara came into view. I smiled at her, and she smiled back—a cute little shy smile.

She looked around the place, “You weren’t kidding about the plants.” She was being slightly awkward, I guessed she was a little uncomfortable in the situation.

“You wanna take your coat off?” I asked, pointing to the closet door.

“Yeah,” she said, seemingly embarrassed to still be wearing it in the warm apartment. She took it off, and she definitely looked ready for the night out she was planning to have in the city after we hung out—a sexy little blouse under her coat, tight dark jeans, and knee-high boots. I couldn’t believe how thin she was, just naturally incredibly petite, no curves whatsoever to speak of but a tiny body to throw around.

“You can sit down if you want,” I gestured at the open space on the couch next to me. She sat down, about as far away from me as she could be.

Anal present from my model “girlfriend” [MF]

“Let me change real quick,” Amanda said as she came in behind me, putting her bag down and hanging her heavy coat on the closet door before ducking into my bathroom.

“Sure.”

I was used to this—it was what she did every time she came over—so I just sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone, enjoying the slightly drunken buzz I currently felt from the glasses of champagne I’d had at the party.

A minute later, Amanda came out in a delightful lace lingerie set, white and dainty against her dark black skin, the gold necklace in the shape of Africa hanging between her small breasts, her brown box braids tied in a ponytail high on the back of her head. She smiled seductively, one hand brushing a couple of stray braids back behind her ear, her skin and makeup perfect from the party.

“How do I look, daddy?” she asked. In her British accent, “daddy” came out as “deddy”—a quirk I found both charming and sexy.

“Sexy,” I acknowledged, smiling back at her as I leaned back on the couch and admired, my phone set down for good.