Anie Needs a Milf

Anie steps into the room and stops when she sees Kathy waiting for her. The older woman’s blouse is open, her soft breasts rising with each breath. Anie moves closer, tilts her head and takes Kathy’s mouth, slow at first, then deeper. Their tongues slide together, wet and insistent. Kathy’s fingers find the zipper at Anie’s hip and draw it down. The dress falls. Under it, nothing. Kathy’s eyes darken. She presses Anie back against the wall and drops to her knees. Kathy’s tongue parts Anie’s lips and tastes her. One slow lick, then another, firmer, circling her clit until Anie’s thighs tremble. Kathy’s hands grip Anie’s ass, holding her open while she works, sucking and licking until the first long spasm runs through the girl’s body. Anie comes once, then again, hips jerking against Kathy’s mouth. They trade places on the bed. Kathy lies back, spreads her legs. Anie settles between them, face buried, tongue flicking and lapping. Kathy’s breath grows ragged. Her hand knots in Anie’s hair, urging her on. When Kathy finally breaks, it is loud and sudden, thighs clamping around Anie’s head, her voice low and shaken. Afterward, Kathy pulls Anie up, kisses her own taste from the girl’s lips, and tells her she’s not finished yet.