Midnight Cravings: How I Fucked the 35-Year-Old British MILF Next Door

(A true bedtime fantasy that will make you cum without touching yourself)

I still remember the night like it’s happening right now.

It was 2:17 a.m. The whole building was dead quiet except for the soft hum of the air-con and the rain tapping on my window. I was rock-hard, scrolling through porn, when I heard heels clicking in the hallway. Slow, teasing clicks. Then a soft knock on my door.

I opened it and there she was — Chloe, the 35-year-old British goddess who moved in next door three weeks ago. Long silky blonde hair still damp from the rain, wearing nothing but a tiny hot-pink micro bikini and a sheer white robe that was basically see-through.

Her massive tits were spilling out of those little triangles like they were begging to break free, and that thick round ass cheeks peeked from the bottom every time she shifted her weight. She smelled like vanilla and expensive perfume and pure sex.

“Couldn’t sleep either, love?” she whispered in that sexy London accent. “Mind if I come in?”

I didn’t even answer. I just pulled her inside and slammed the door shut.

She pushed me against the wall the second the door clicked. Her soft hand slid straight into my boxers and wrapped around my already throbbing cock.

“Fuck… you’re huge,” she moaned, stroking me slowly while her tongue traced my ear. “I’ve been listening to you jerk off every night through the wall. Thought I’d come give you the real thing.”

I ripped that useless robe off her shoulders. The pink bikini was so small her nipples were basically out, hard and pink and perfect. I grabbed both of her giant tits, squeezed them together and buried my face between them while she kept pumping my dick.

She dropped to her knees like she was born for it. One long lick from my balls to the tip and then she swallowed me whole. Gagging, slurping, moaning around my cock like she was starving for it. I grabbed fistfuls of that silky blonde hair and fucked her pretty throat until tears ran down her cheeks and mascara smudged.

When I couldn’t take any more I picked her up (easy, she’s curvy but light) and threw her on my bed. That fat British ass bounced when she landed. She arched her back instantly, looked over her shoulder and begged:

“Fuck me doggy, baby. I want to feel every inch stretching my married little pussy.”

I didn’t wait. I slammed balls-deep in one thrust. She screamed into the pillow, then pushed back harder, milking me with that tight wet cunt. The sound of my hips slapping against that juicy ass filled the room — clap… clap… clap… wetter and louder with every stroke.

I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while pounding her. She came in under a minute, whole body shaking, pussy squirting all over my sheets, screaming my name in that posh accent.

But I wasn’t done.

I flipped her onto her back, pinned those thick thighs open and fucked her missionary so I could watch those huge tits bounce like crazy. She wrapped her legs around me, nails digging into my back, begging “Breed me… fill me up… give me every drop…”

I exploded so hard my vision went white. Rope after rope of thick cum pumping deep inside her until it leaked out around my cock and down her perfect ass.

We collapsed, panting, sweaty, sticky. She kissed my neck and whispered, “Same time tomorrow, darling… every night until you can’t walk.”

And fuck… she kept her promise.

Now every time I hear heels in the hallway at 2 a.m., my cock gets hard instantly.

Sweet dreams, boys. Go clean up. 😈