“You ready to cry on Sunday? ‘Cause Rodgers gonna fuck that ass as hard as I’m going to right now.” Henry said as he pressed hips tight into Maebe’s ass when she bent over to place the pot in the middle of the dining table.
Henry couldn’t resist himself seeing Maebe’s short flowing dress inch up. His eyes traced her legs covered in fishnet stockings all the way up to the barest hints of her plump cheeks, traces of black lace peeking between them. His mind raced back to the text she had sent him when he was at work that morning. [She was laid up on the kitchen counter, completely nude but for those black lace undies he loved so much. Her back was arched, chest pushing out firm round breasts. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/milf/comments/d7fz8v/can_you_guess_whats_for_dinner/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Maebe had a vastly different idea of what was going to happen now. Yes she had felt the craving that morning that lasted until just this moment. Yes she still needed that craving to be satisfied, but Henry’s shit talking was too much already. All week, it had been non-stop and this was it, she had had enough.