Her plaid robe gapes open before she even sits him down on that damn countertop. Fifty-something brunette with a MILF body and no shame slides onto his lap like she owns the place—because in this house? She does. Fingers dig into thighs while he palms her tits through thin fabric, teasing until they’re both dripping. Kitchen cabinets creak as she drops to her knees right there by the stove. Tongue swipes up his shaft first—slow, deliberate—but it’s not about slow when you’ve got an age-gap fire burning inside you. Throat muscles clench around him deep enough to make his fingers twitch in her hair.
