MILF’s College Creampie

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She lets her hand drift lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his jeans. “Or maybe,” she continues, her voice a husky murmur, “we could just forget about the stove altogether and find a more… interesting way to spend our afternoon.”

Samantha steps back slightly, giving him a chance to respond, a playful glint in her eyes. “What do you say, Jake? Are you up for a little… rearrangement?”

The silk slides off her shoulders, pooling at her feet like a discarded secret. The soft light of the kitchen catches the delicate lace of her underwear, highlighting the curves of her body. She stands before Jake, exposed and unashamed, a goddess in her own domain.

His eyes widen, tracing the lines of Samantha’s figure, lingering on the swell of her breasts barely contained by the lacy bra. He’s captivated, mesmerized by the sight of her.

A giggle escapes her lips, a sound that’s both playful and provocative.  “Do you like what you see, Jake?” she asks with a playful tilt of her head. “Because I have a feeling,” she continues, stepping closer, her fingers reaching out to lightly trace the outline of his lips, “that this is just the beginning…”