Cabin Retreat With The Milf
Horny MILF author seduces her young proofreader during a filthy weekend cabin retreat.
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The winding mountain road had been a pain in the ass, but the moment Tyler’s Jeep crunched onto the gravel driveway, the sight of the big cedar cabin made the three-hour drive worth it. Smoke already curled from the stone chimney. The front door opened before he even killed the engine.
Vanessa Kane stood framed in the doorway like every filthy fantasy he’d ever jerked off to, and he’d had plenty. Forty-two years old, lush and unapologetic. Her heavy breasts strained against a tight cream-colored sweater that clung to every curve. The hem barely reached the tops of her thick thighs, and dark leggings disappeared into fur-lined boots. Her chestnut hair spilled over one shoulder in loose waves, and those full, painted lips curved into a knowing smile the second she saw him.
“Tyler,” she called, voice smoky and amused. “Get in here before your balls freeze off.”
He grabbed his duffel and the printed manuscript and tried not to stare at the way her tits bounced when she turned. He’d been proofreading her books for eight months. Every single one of them had left him stroking himself raw in his shitty off-campus apartment. Knowing the woman who wrote those depraved scenes was real—and currently bending over to adjust the logs in the fireplace—made his cock twitch before he even crossed the threshold.
Inside smelled like woodsmoke, cinnamon, and something warmer. Something female.
Vanessa closed the heavy door behind him, locking them in. “No Wi-Fi. No neighbors. Just us, two bottles of wine, and the filthiest manuscript I’ve ever written. Think you can keep up, college boy?”
Tyler dropped his bag. “I’ve kept up with every scene you’ve ever sent me, Vanessa. Every. Single. One.”
Her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge in his jeans, then back up. The smirk deepened.
“Good. Because this one’s going to be a problem.”
They started after dinner. Vanessa poured them both generous glasses of red and curled up on the massive leather couch with her copy of the manuscript. Tyler sat at the opposite end, trying to focus. The fire crackled. The cabin felt smaller by the minute.