If you would have told me a week ago that the MILF I’ve been fantasizing about for years would have brought me to a hotel balcony in Vegas and let me cover her with my cum, I would have thought you were absolutely insane. But here we were, my dick still semi-hard and my load dripping down Bev’s tits. We walked back into the hotel room, where I promptly collapsed onto the bed, trying to gather my thoughts. Wearing only her heels and my cum, Bev walked over too me, leaned forward, and gave me a passionate kiss, slowly teasing the tip of my cock with her fingers as as she did so.
“We need to clean up a bit before we continue on with our night,” she said as she pulled back from my lips. With that, she took a drip of my cum onto her finger and licked it as if it were ice cream. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the bed. Turning around, she led me across the hotel suite to the bathroom, turned on the light, and brought me to the shower. Before opening the glass shower door, she gently pushed me up against it, cupping my balls in her hand and once again, kissing me before moving her kisses to my neck and chest. After she released, I opened up the door and started the shower, making sure the water was warm before stepping in.