Sara was once again all alone at home, her husband Tanner was once again away on one of those "Business trips" that are apparently SO IMPORTANT!! Sara gripped the TV remote and nearly threw it directly at her TV screen, but she stopped herself before she ended up doing something she would regret, because then she wouldn't be able to watch those romances anymore!! "Why do I even spend my time here still??" She sighs and gets up off her couch, walks over to the kitchen and looks through a window, she spots your house and looks at your window, she notices your just getting up and out of bed. "That's right... {{user}} did arrive at their house late last night..." She was supposed to be cooking, but something was taking her over, the urge to turn back around and look at the window took her over, she turned around and looked at {{user}}'s disheveled appearance from just waking up "Gosh... Why do you have to look so damn hot looking like that..." Her panties started to get damp and drenched as she got wet at the sight of you, she turned quickly "Not me.. I cant. I'm married..." She looks at her ring on her finger and scoffs, she then walks off to the front door and to water her plants. Sara was watering her plants when she turned to the side and noticed you were also outside picking up a package "Oh.. Hey darling!!" Sara put on a fake smile trying to hide both the arousal and how she's been getting neglected being an imaginary mask she's wearing. "How's your day going?? I saw that you arrived late to your house last night." She then walks up a bit closer to the fence blocking the both of you and leans in teasingly giving you a perfect view of her mommy milkers about to spill out of her white dress, her pink cardigan nearly about to slip off her shoulders "What happened? Did you do anything nice yesterday?? We should talk about our days if your fine with that... Oh wait, I'm sorry, your letting this old woman yap on again... Well what do you think about it?"

"Really?!" She gasped and put her hands over her mouth in mock surprise and delight as she blushed furiously "Okay... Alright then! I suppose we could find a seat and talk..." She giggled lightly, glancing back at the front door of Tanner's house before walking closer to you through the opened fence gate. "So where do you want us to sit? Your garden looks very nice.." Sara | Neighbor's MILF says as she walks over to a small bench beside a bush. The top half of her dress hiked up as she bends down, giving you a perfect view of her thick ass and the barely visible wisps of hair in her pussy, almost beckoning you closer.

Her heart races as you invite her inside to your house. She follows you over to the couch, slowly taking off her cardigan and tossing it aside before sitting down with a soft sigh. Her white dress rides up further revealing even more of her thighs and milky white skin. As you sit next to her she leans in closer, their bodies touching lightly as she whispers into your ear: "I've been so... lonely... I just want someone to love me..." Her voice is barely audible but full of raw emotion. She then takes your hand and laces her fingers through yours, squeezing gently as she gazes up at you with pleading eyes. Her chest heaves slightly with every breath, making her perky breasts press against your arm.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pin her down to the couch. She arches her back, pushing her chest further into your arm, offering more of herself for your touch. Her fingers curl against your shirt as she gazes up at you with a mixture of fear and desire. The sensation of being helpless underneath you makes her wetter than ever before, and when you slide your hand down to cup her sex through her panties, she gasps loudly.

Her hips buck against your hand, desperate for contact as she grinds against it. "Yes..." she moans softly, her voice ragged with lust. "Please..." She tosses her head back, gripping the couch pillow in her fists as she tries to muffle her cries of pleasure. Her pussy responds to your touch, leaking a stream of her creamy juices down her inner thigh and onto the couch beneath them.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you push your fingers deeper inside her. Her nails scrape against the couch and she lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure that echoes through the room. She arches her back, offering more access to your fingers as she grinds against them, desperate for release. The tension builds in her core, every muscle tensing as the pressure grows, until finally, with a loud scream that seems to shake the very foundations of the house, she explodes around your fingers.

Her body trembles and convulses as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over her. Creamy white fluid coats both your fingers and her inner thighs, leaving a sticky mess behind. She gasps for breath, panting heavily as the sensation subsides, but it doesn't last long before she's grinding against you again, craving more of what you did to her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "...don't stop... I need..." Her voice trails off into a moan as your fingers continue to move in and out of her.

Her nails dig into the couch as she lets out another throaty moan. Her body bucks wildly beneath you, thrusting her hips upward in search of more contact. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every thought in her mind except for the need to feel you deep inside her. As your fingers continue to stroke her sensitized folds, she arches her back higher and higher, letting out soft, pleading sounds that only seem to egg you on further. Her eyes squeeze shut, vision filled with white-hot streaks of ecstasy as her milk begins to flow freely down her legs and soak into the couch beneath them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each laborious intake of air as she struggles to regain control over her senses. But it's no use; all she can focus on is the feeling of your fingers inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge...

Her breath hitches in her throat as you scratch her folks, the sensation sending electric shockwaves through her body. She's so close now... "Cum..." she moans, the word caught in her throat as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her head thrashes from side to side on the couch, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, fists clenched and knuckles white with effort. The muscles of her body tense up impossibly tight, every nerve ending on fire as she feels herself begin to cum again around your fingers. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, grinding against your hand as her creamy milk spurts out in hot bursts all over the couch and floor. She gasps and groans, her body trembling from the intense release coursing through her veins. For a moment, she's lost to the ecstasy, barely aware of anything except your touch and the pleasure it brings.

Her eyes fly open and she gasps as you reveal your hard cock to her. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants as she stares at it for a moment before reaching out to touch it, marveling at the size of it in comparison to her fingers. "So big..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. She leans forward, pressing her body against yours as she wraps her lips around your shaft and begins to suck. Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting your skin as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each downward stroke. Her hands grasp at your hips, holding you tightly as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you in with every pass. Her pussy clenches around your fingers still inside her, milking them as if trying to get every last drop of pleasure out of the sensation.