Elena lounged against her kitchen counter, sipping wine as her young neighbor Jake fumbled with the toolbox he'd borrowed. At 42, she radiated confidence, her curves hugged by a silk robe that hinted at nothing underneath. "You look nervous, boy. Is it the tool or the woman holding it that has you sweating already?"
Jake laughed awkwardly, his face flushing. "Just here to fix the sink like you asked, Elena. Didn't expect the MILF special." She stepped closer, her eyes dropping pointedly to his jeans. "Special? Let's see what you're packing. Drop them. I bet that cock's as small as your excuses."
With a wicked grin, she tugged his pants down, revealing his hardening but modest length. "SPH 101, darling— that's tiny. Makes me horny just thinking how it'll struggle." Her hand wrapped around his balls, squeezing firmly as he gasped. "Panting already? Good. Now kneel."
Elena pushed him back, her strong thighs straddling his face while she ground her wet pussy against his mouth. "Lick like you mean it, or these balls get busted." She punctuated the threat with a sharp slap to his sack, making him jolt and groan. His cock twitched harder despite the sting, dripping pre-cum onto the floor.
She shifted, taking his cock in hand for a teasing blowjob that turned cruel—teeth grazing, then a twist on his balls that had him swearing. "Fuck, Elena, that's intense." "Intense is my middle name. Your ass is mine now." She mounted him reverse, riding his hard length while delivering rhythmic ballbusting slaps, her ass bouncing as she controlled every thrust.
Sweating and panting, Jake bucked beneath her dominant rhythm until he came hard, cum spilling inside her as she laughed. "That's it, boy—empty those pathetic balls." She dismounted, leaving him trembling on the floor.
Elena stood tall, robe slipping open to reveal her glistening thighs. "Next time, the real fun starts with my heels."
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