This Cougar Always Gets What She Wants
The outfit wasn’t an accident.
Leopard halter, camo skirt, matching thong underneath: the kind of outfit that announces exactly what kind of energy I was bringing before I said a word. He saw it immediately. His hands were on me before I could pretend I wasn’t doing it on purpose.
He pulled the halter open and got his hands all over my tits while I stroked him, both of us still half-dressed. Then I got on my knees and took my time with him, slow, thorough
Then I lay back and let him take those tits properly. Inverted titfuck, his cock sliding between them from above while I held them around him and felt every push. Leopard panties still on. Skirt pushed up. The whole look still intact while he used me exactly how I’d dressed for.
When he finally fucked me it was rough from the first thrust. Multiple positions, hands on my tits constantly, squeezing harder every time I got louder. I came in the middle of it and he kept going until he finished on my chest — right where the halter used to be.
The cougar got what she came for.