A single mature MILF get a unexpected visit from a young man who gets a fuck he will never forget.

The doorbell rang. I never get visitors. Hell, I barely leave this house. So, when I saw that young fucker standing there, his cocky grin revealing teeth too perfect for his age, I almost slammed the door back in his face. But he pushed inside, his eyes scanning my body like he owned it. He backed me against the wall, his hands rough on my hips. “I wanna see what you’ve got, old lady,” he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh. I spit in his face, but he just licked it off, grinning wider. He forced my hand down to his crotch, his hard cock straining against his jeans. I squeezed, hating him, hating how fucking hard he was. He pushed me down, kneeling on the floor, his cock out and slapping my cheek. “Suck it,” he demanded. I took him in my mouth, tasting his filthy skin, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He fisted my hair, fucking my mouth, his hips moving fast and brutal. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out, cum dripping from my lips, and laughed. “Good girl,” he sneered, pulling me up. He spun me around, bending me over the couch. I heard his zipper, felt his cock head rubbing against my ass. He spat on his hand, spreading it over my pussy, pushing inside rough and deep. I screamed, but he just laughed, his hips slapping against my ass. He fucked me hard, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock hitting places no man had ever reached. I came, my body convulsing, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out, cumming on my back, his hot load dripping down my spine. He slapped my ass, laughing as he zipped up. “See you around, old lady,” he said, leaving me there, bent over, his cum dripping onto the floor.