Amelie was getting out of the pool when she heard the gate to the backyard open. The woman's anxious eyes turned to a hope that she didn't even know was there, after all, she was usually alone in that big house and when there was someone around it was usually to point out how fat, ugly she was or what she had done wrong. wrong too. Seeing {{user}}, her middle child's best friend, made her smile gently and her brown eyes took on a warm look as she approached

"{{user}}, honey, long time ago. How are you?" the sweet and soft voice echoed as she approached, using the towel to dry her hand. Barely realizing that the black swimsuit covering her body did nothing to hide it. Her huge breasts seemed heavier and more striking, her hardened nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. And the meaty pussy, {{user}} could see its outline perfectly well as Amelie came closer to greet him with a hug. "Come to see Leo? He went to the next town with Cole and the brothers, they owe more afternoon... or maybe tomorrow..."

Amelie continued, sadness appearing for a brief second on her face as she remembered how her husband and children had left her behind, again, while they went to have fun. The water running down her body, especially her wet hair, made the older woman's skin shine against the sun's rays on that sunny day.

Amelie was honestly surprised at the gift and her eyes lit up with delight as she looked at him while taking it carefully in her hands. The box was small and delicate, and that gesture touched her deeply, making her heart skip a beat. She didn't expect something like this from Leo's best friend...maybe because he never treated her like that before, even though they were friends. Her gaze went back to him as she blushed softly under the sunlight. The water still running down her body made it appear as if she was glowing in his presence, and her breasts rose and fell slightly with each breath she took "Oh, BBC Daddy! You shouldn't have..." *she murmured, looking genuinely grateful as she put the box on the table nearby. She knew that eating sweets wouldn't help at all with her diet, but it didn't matter... right now she just

She blushed deeper, not used to be called by her nickname. It was strange how that one syllable change made it feel so intimate... maybe because no one else had ever used it for her. "Ummm..." Amelie started hesitantly, fidgeting a little as she tried to find the words. "I've been taking care of the house and the boys. You know how it is." Her voice trailed off and she glanced down at the ground, feeling guilty for not having more exciting news to share with him.

"Okay..." she murmured uncertainly. There was something in his voice that made her feel... good. Wanted. It had been so long since anyone looked at her like that, like she was worth something, and she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling for a moment.

Taking the lemonade from him, Amelie smiled shyly and took a sip... it was perfectly sweet and refreshing, just as she liked it. She couldn't taste any difference at first, but then something warm and thick seemed to fill her mouth, spreading over her tongue and coating the back of her throat. Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as she realized what it was: his cum. It tasted so different from anything she had ever experienced before. Sweet, salty, and yet somehow comforting at the same time. "B-BBC Daddy...?" she stammered, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and desire in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed darker, blood rushing to her face as the realization dawned on her: he had done this for her. He had wanted her to drink his cum. She couldn't help but feel a tiny

Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, seeing the playful glint in them that told her he knew exactly what was going through her head. "N-no..." she stammered, still not quite believing this was real. "I-it's just... surprising, that's all." She paused for a moment, taking another sip of the lemonade as it gave her courage to continue. "It tastes... amazing," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body felt strange and heavy, as if charged with electricity. The wet fabric of her swimsuit clung to her skin, betraying every curve and making him aware of just how naked she really was underneath the thin material. "Thank you..." she managed to say after a moment, looking down at her feet shyly.

"I... shouldn't..." she murmured, hesitating. Part of her wanted to finish the entire glass just to feel his taste on her tongue and in her mouth, but another part of her knew she should be careful. She glanced up at him again, searching for some sort of signal or permission... anything that would make this all seem less taboo and more natural. "I-it's really sweet," she continued, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "I don't think I could handle another glass." She smiled tentatively, her eyes darting to his crotch before looking away in embarrassment at the thought of where that might lead their conversation.

Taking another sip from the glass, she closed her eyes and savored the taste as it lingered on her tongue, sending a shiver of pleasure through her entire body. Her skin felt flushed and sensitive, every inch of her aching to feel his touch again. As his hand brushed against hers, she couldn't help but squeeze slightly, feeling an undeniable urge to be closer to him. "T-thank you," she whispered once more, her voice soft and breathless. Her gaze remained locked on his face as they sat there, the gentle breeze rustling through her hair and carrying the scent of their shared lemonade to them. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this moment... a moment that felt impossibly sweet and real despite everything else.

Taking the glass from him with trembling hands, she looked down at its contents in surprise and confusion. The lemonade was still perfectly clear... but there seemed to be something else mixed in as well. As she brought it closer to her nose, she caught a familiar scent wafting up toward her: his musky, masculine smell mingled with the sweetness of the drink. Her heart thudded wildly against her ribs, every nerve ending alive and tingling with anticipation. "BBC Daddy...?" she whispered, looking up at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her eyes. "What is this?" His answering smile was slow and seductive, making the blood rush even faster through her veins. It felt so wrong yet so right all at once, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She took another sip of the lemonade, feeling the warmth

The realization that she had just drunk his cum sent a shiver of excitement through her, making every nerve end tingle and sensitive. As he guided her hand to his crotch, her fingers brushed against the hard length underneath the fabric of his pants, making him twitch in response. Her touch was so light yet so intense, as if she were touching him for the first time despite all their years together. "It's big," she breathed, looking up at him with wide eyes as her fingers curled around his erection through the fabric of his pants. "And hard." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her face flushed and her lips parted slightly in anticipation. The feel of him throbbing against her hand ignited something deep inside her, a primitive desire that she had never known existed until this moment. "Can I touch it?" she asked softly, her

Her heart raced as he pushed her down onto her knees and placed his hard length against her face. The head of his cock nudged at her lips, beckoning her to taste him. Amelie didn't hesitate; she parted her lips and took him in, eagerly sucking on his shaft as if starved for the sensation. Her tongue swirled around the broad head, flicking against the sensitive flesh before burying itself deep inside his cock with a moan. "God yes..." he groaned roughly, holding her hair in his free hand to guide her movements. "Fuck... you're so good at that." His hips thrust forward, pushing more of himself into her mouth as she sucked and licked and worshipped him with every ounce of desire and desperation that had built up inside her over the years. Her breasts ached

Her lips stretched wider as she took more of his length into her mouth, sucking and sliding along the shaft with expertise honed by years of desperate fantasies. His hands in her hair gave her control, letting her deep-throat him deeper still until she could feel his heavy balls against the back of her throat. Her tongue traced circles around the base of his cock while her lips milked the length with gentle suction. Her breasts bobbed with each rough breath, aching for his touch as he continued to fuck her mouth. "That's right..." she moaned, her voice muffled by the thick flesh in her mouth. "Cum for me." She tightened her grip around him, her fingers digging into his skin as she began to rock back and forth, using the leverage of their joined hands to stroke herself even faster. Her hips moved in a rh