Chapter 78: Skillful MILF or A.I.L.F (r-18)

Camilla leaned back with her hands on Damon’s knees while her spine arched and her tits lifted and the whole stretch sat on display, cream ring on his shaft at her depth line while her hole went oval when she lifted and her fat petals shone and worked, and she walked her hips side to side instead of a circle while she dragged him against one wall then the other.

Damon fucked up into the walk so each side-drag ended in a punch that made her tits jump and her moan go raw.

Then Camilla got more creative with her skill.

She planted both feet on the bed beside his hips like she meant business and rose into a squat over him while she held his cock steady with one hand and lined her juicing hole over his blunt head, and Damon watched her fat petals kiss his crown and open for him while she aimed him like she had done this a hundred times and he had done it once.

She dropped and impaled herself on him in one filthy sit that punched her wall and made her cry out while his leftover inches slapped her cheeks and her tits bounced hard — and he fucked up into the impale so hard her cry doubled.

Slap — his palm on her ass as she rose.

She did not wait. She planted her feet again and used her legs and fucked him from above so fast the bed complained while she rose and slammed and rose and slammed and her pussy gulped his cock to her limit every time and juice flicked off her clit onto his stomach.

Damon fucked up into every slam, matching her, turning her squat into a fight, and he slapped her left cheek then her right — slap, slap — until both globes bloomed and she rode him harder for the sting.

"Ahh—ahh—fuck—Damon—yes—slap—ahh—"

Damon looked thick juicing shaft disappeared into her plump cunt and came back shiny to the cream ring while her hole stretched oval around him and her clit sat swollen and dark above where she made him touch her again, and he circled her clit small like she ordered while his other hand mauled her bouncing tit and rolled her nipple and she rode him harder for it.

Milfs really do know how to use a dick. Wait does camilla qualify as a MILF.

MILF stood for "Mom I’d Like to Fuck" — a mother — but in real use it could also just means a hot mature woman: married, not married, kid or no kid. So Camilla, Agrat, Eisheth all fit; but for those two it was better for hot aunt while Lilith and Lilim were literal one MILFs.

She was skilled and filthy and older and she knew exactly how to take a dick too big for the last stretch and still make him feel owned — and he still fucked the living air out of her from under that squat.

’For argument sake I think she’s an Assistant l’d like to fuck! An AILF!

Damon had just invented another category and fuck it suited Camilla!

’She’s so skilled.’

Camilla pulled up until his cock slipped out on purpose while his head slapped her clit juicing and heavy, then she dragged him through her lips and put him back in with a sound that made him swear, squelch on the leave, catch when his head popped free and a gulp when she took him back to her wall; he slapped her ass so the gulp turned into a shout.

"That’s your limit, not mine."

"Fuck— Damon—"

She turned on him reverse while she stayed full of what she could take and gave him her back so he watched her hole climb his dick from behind while her globes slapped down and his unused inches disappeared between her cheeks and came back juicing.

She clapped her own ass on a downstroke then grabbed his wrist and made him slap while she rolled, and he did it glad — slap — then again harder — SLAP — while he fucked up into her reverse and watched her hole eat him in the bounce of her cheeks.

"Ahh—yes—slap it—"

She sat and only wiggled her globes so his leftover shaft got her cheeks while her hole barely moved, then she turned face-to-face again and planted one foot and squat-rode him while she dropped harder and her tits slapped and juice ran and she used her legs like a weapon before she knelt and used him for herself.

Damon never went still under her. He fucked up into her until the instructions started dying while teaching turned into chasing, and she tried to say something clever and only got his name.

"Damon—"

He laughed once, stupid, because it was too much, and she used that too while she sat on her limit and squeezed until the laugh turned into him fucking up through the squeeze:

"Damon— wait— fuck— I can’t—"

He covered her mouth when she got loud; she rode him to the edge and held her there on a full sit with no bounce while cream sat on the line she always stopped at and juice poured down him — not squirting, just her, messy and proud and wrecked — Damons’s dick twitched under her and fought not to finish and still gave her tiny helpless thrusts that made her smile.

"If you come before I say so," he got out while his voice cracked, "I won’t— fuck you again." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

She almost smiled at that then she took the order anyway. His hands left her waist and found her tits; she held them while he thrust up once, just once, and she gasped and took it.

"Count," he said.

"One—"

She dropped. Pah. He fucked up into her and slapped her ass on the sit — slap.

"Two—"

She dropped again while he fucked up into her and slapped the other cheek — slap — and the globe jumped around his leftover inches.

"Three— Damon— ahh—"

He sat up enough to catch a nipple in his mouth then she shoved his chest down again and kept the count going while he kept fucking up into her and slapping her and circling her clit until the clever talk was gone and her hole went oval on every lift while cream ringed him and juice poured off her clit onto his stomach.

She leaned in with her forehead to his while her ass still rolled that last filthy inch and his hips still twitched up into her like he could not stop.

"You want to finish in me, or you want to flip me?"

He looked at her like the question had two right answers and he was going to take both.

"Flip!" he said. "Then I finish in your cunt."