Plundering Everything I Want

For a while, pretending to be clueless about blowjobs, Tristan was completely at ease, savoring Betsy’s skills as she worked on his cock with her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around his hardened penis, but he wasn’t idle either.

With her kneeling between his legs, his foot snaked toward her pussy, and his toes began teasing her nether lips, occasionally brushing against her clit.

Each time he made contact, Betsy's delicate body quivered.

Sensing that this couldn't go on as she was losing control of the situation, Betsy withdrew her mouth from his cock and stood up.

Her eyes were filled with lust as she climbed onto his waist, lowering herself slowly. She grabbed his throbbing cock, coated it with her own saliva, and guided it to the entrance of her hot pussy.

A seductive smile spread across Betsy’s face, more intoxicating than before.

“If you can't hold on, cum inside me if you want,” she whispered in a slutry voice, as if she were giving him permission to indulge his darkest desires. “I’ll take that big cock of yours deep, and I’ll cure you of your addiction.”

Without hesitation, she sank down, and at the same moment, Tristan thrust his hips upward, perfectly matching her rhythm.

His cock's head pierced right through her tight, soaking pussy. The slippery walls curled around him, hot and tight, gripping him in every direction for a split second before he plunged even deeper, slamming into her cervix with brutal force.

“Ahhh~!”

Besty moaned loudly, and the sound, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure as he pressed relentlessly against her womb, caused her legs to tremble violently as his sudden aggression sent shockwaves through her body.

Her pussy's heat enveloped his cock, causing his skin and nerves to tingle intensely. The feeling of fucking someone else's ex-wife—a sensation he had never experienced before—heightened his pleasure exponentially.

This was unlike anything he’d experienced. It felt instinctual, like the raw satisfaction a beast might feel conquering his prey.

“God, you’re so tight! Betsy, your pussy... it’s a masterpiece.”

Tristan was genuinely amazed at how tight and cozy her pussy was.

Despite being a mature MILF, her pussy wrapped his cock like that of a much younger woman, every inch of her soft, slippery walls hugging him as if begging for more.

The pressure on the sensitive tip of his cock sent a delicious sensation through him—the kind of feeling that only intensified the longer it lasted.

Noticing this, Betsy immediately began to pump her hips fiercely, completely unconcerned about slowness or intimacy—all she wanted was a brutal animalistic fuck. She not only sought her own gratification but also wanted to completely overwhelm Tristan with pleasure.

Clap—Clap—Clap—Clap

Each thrust brought the head of his cock into firm contact with her cervix, sending electric waves of pleasure through her body.

Her breathing grew heavier, more ragged, as she lost herself in the sensation.

“Ughh~”

She groaned, her voice filled with lust.

It had been years since her pussy had been this full, but the roughness and intensity were precisely what her empty heart desired.

Her pussy walls clamped tightly around his cock, and the soft, wet flesh inside rubbed against his shaft like a brush, creating friction that was almost unbearable in its pleasure.

The endless contractions of her pussy tugged and squeezed at his glans, producing a suction as if determined to milk him dry.

Betsy’s eyes slowly closed as she felt the deep, satisfying fullness in her lower body. As her long-buried desires surged to the surface, she instinctively twisted her hips, driving his cock deeper inside her.

“Ah… I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore... Your cock feels so fucking good!”

She suddenly screamed, as though driven mad with pure lust. She began shaking her hips wildly, like a bitch in heat; her movements were frantic and desperate, pushing both of them closer to the edge.

Puck—Puck—Puck—Puck

Each time her ass slammed against him, it drove him deeper, pressing his cock into her untouched, most sensitive spots.

Under such intense stimulation, Tristan also came closer to the edge.

He felt his orgasm building, unstoppable. With a final thrust, his cock pulsed, and he cummed inside her.

Splurt—Splurt—Splurt~

“No… so hot… your cum… It’s so hot…”

Betsy moaned, half-protesting, her voice thick with pleasure as she felt his hot seed flood her insides.

“Don’t cum… There’s too much… Ah… just cum inside me... It feels so damn good!”

For a brief moment, she considered stopping him, remembering that she needed to control the situation. But as the warmth of his cum spread inside her, that thought disappeared, replaced by pure bliss.

She had never had children, and deep down she longed to be impregnated by a powerful young man like Tristan and give birth to a dozen babies for him.

Just the fleeting thought of such a future sent a fresh wave of excitement coursing through her, and her pussy clenched around him, milking him for more as her own orgasm swept through her.

“Haaanng~”

Betsy cried out as she squirted, and her body quivered.

As her climax subsided, her legs went numb, and she slowly collapsed onto him, her head resting on his chest.

Tristan, still brimming with energy, simply basked in the afterglow, his cock still buried deep inside her, while Betsy's sweat-covered body glistened under the dim light, her chest rising and falling as she recovered.

One could only imagine the intensity of their intercourse.

Even now, the mature woman clung to him, her knees still clasped tightly around his waist, her pussy continuing to wriggle around his cock, as if unwilling to let go, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of his cum.

“Betsy, cumming inside your pussy was really something else.”

Tristan said with a sly grin.

As for pregnancy?

That thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. It didn’t matter to him. He would cum deep inside her if he wanted to.

She was his now, his possession.

Besides, this sexy, mature woman who had never given birth, especially at her age, was herself eager for the feeling of motherhood.

Upon hearing his words, she let out a soft sigh.

Slowly, she regained her strength and lifted her head from his chest. She affectionately stroked his hair, albeit with a hint of helplessness.

“You are so impulsive, but since you're so young, I can’t blame you. The first time is always like this. But once it’s done, what’s the harm in doing it a few more times? I’ll teach you, and we can go at it again—it’ll be fine.”

“Alright, but this time, I’ll be on top. I want to make sure you feel just as good.”

The moment those words left his lips, Betsy’s eyes widened in alarm. She quickly tried to stop him in an urgent voice.

“Tristan, wait. Let me teach you first.”

She knew that if he took control, flipped her over, and fucked her from above, the dynamic between them would shift completely. All of her previous efforts—her plans to control him and manipulate the situation—would fall apart.

Realizing this, she panicked and began moving her hips again, desperately trying to maintain the upper hand. Her body was sore, her pussy sensitive and swollen from their earlier session, but she ignored the discomfort.

If she could just overwhelm him with pleasure and keep him trapped beneath her, maybe she could still control the situation.

Unfortunately, this MILF was so invested in her role in this game that she forgot who Tristan was.

She obviously overestimated herself, and the price for that mistake came swiftly.

Without warning, Tristan grabbed her hips and, with his cock still buried deep inside her, flipped her over effortlessly. The sudden shift made her gasp, but before she could react, Tristan was on top of her.

Any illusion of control she had also started to slip away as he began pounding her pussy, pushing her deeper into the bed with each thrust, forcing her to submit to him entirely.

Tristan showed her no mercy, fucking her with a primal intensity that left no doubt who was in charge.

Betsy’s body trembled beneath him. She was helpless now, pinned beneath him, as he showed her exactly what it meant to be dominated.