Off Grid : Desperate MILFs: Desperate MILFs, #3

By Tori Westwood

A woman, Clara, invites her handyman, Hunter, to her off-grid property to help her build a shed.  An afterwork, outdoor shower proves too inviting for each of them as they spy on one another in turn, getting a taste of what they want most of all, despite the gulf in their ages.

Read as Clara takes Hunter inside her, satisfying a long held urge to be loved hard and unprotected in an outdoor session that neither will soon forget.

ession that neither will soon forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Jan 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201709464

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Clara, he hushed.

I kissed at his pecs and rubbed at the sides of his body as I crouched to my knees.  I didn’t dare look at what was ahead of me yet.  Instead, I teased myself, kissing above and around it and feeling it brush against my bare chest and tits.

Honey, I love you, I hushed, taking one last look up into his eyes.

He stared down and met my eyes.  I love you too.  I didn’t care if he didn’t mean it.

Finally, I looked forwards and felt the rush of adrenaline as I spied his cock.  Up close I could see all the majestic veins that breathed life into it.  It was still wet from his shower and the light between us danced off it perfectly.

I took a hold of it and steered it towards my mouth, opening over him and drinking him in.  His stiffness slid through my lips and I felt the power of his arousal in my mouth.  Above me he let out a moan and brushed my hair aside.

I looked up again with a mouthful of his cock, meeting his eyes.  I smirked and then sank down on him as far as I could, relishing the sounds that escaped him as I did.

Oh, Clara, that’s so fucking good, he whined.

There, beside the shed we’d built together, I took him.  He stood on the grass facing the house with the glorious views behind him, but I only had eyes for one thing.

My hand worked the hilt of his cock as my tongue circled the head.  I dropped on and off him, pinching my lips tight around him and dragging them off sensually as I twisted my grip.  All the while my tongue flicked at the sensitive underside and all the while Hunter let out appreciative moans.

That’s so good, Clara, he hushed.

Whenever my eyes opened, I looked up to see him admiring my work.  It