Young Asian MILF is coerced by son’s arrogant white friend

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The extra inches that Johan possessed allowed him to do much more than just go deeper. Johan’s cock was so long that despite its hardness, I could feel it curving inside of me, conforming to the contours of my tunnel even as he stretched its dimensions. His strokes were much longer and more even than my husband’s, and as he moved in and out of me, it felt like he was administering a deep-tissue massage to walls of my pussy.

“You’re still so tight,” he sighed appreciatively. “Two kids and you’re still so fucking tight…”

My body felt like a ball of dough that Johan was kneading from the inside out. He was using the gigantic rolling pin between his legs to smooth me out, to flatten my resistance. And like dough, it felt as if he was changing me on a molecular level, breaking me down into something pliable and submissive, reshaping the structure of my body to suit his needs.

None of this made sense. How could a 19-year-old boy be making me feel like this? He’d been so brutish and aggressive and violent in his coercions, yet now that he was finally fucking me, he seemed poised and disciplined, almost graceful.

When I’d let him enter me, I’d assumed that he would fuck me the way Steve had when he’d been a young man: passionate and energetic but wild and out-of-control. But as Johan plied me with his huge cock, his teenage enthusiasm was matched by a calm, calculating demeanor that reinforced the basic truth of my situation: Johan was totally in control. Of himself, and of me.

Then, it was as if the angle and the pressure and the depth of his stroke struck some secret chord inside me, because an entirely new kind of sound escaped my lips. Not a whimper of pain or a squeal of shame, but a moan of pure, unmistakable, animal pleasure.

“Yessssssss,” Johan howled in triumph. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Uhhnnnnnnnnnn,” I moaned, unintelligible yet unable to deny the fullness of what I was feeling.

“You like that, don’t you?” he laughed arrogantly, steadying his pace, striking the same note over and over. “I solved you, didn’t I?”

I moaned again, nodding my head up and down.

“Don’t just nod, Nikki. I wanna hear you speak,” he said, pulling my hair, forcing me to arch my back, making it impossible for me to move my head. “Tell me. You like getting fucked by your son’s best friend, don’t you? Don’t you?!”

“Uhhnnnnnnnn–uhnnn huhnn,” I cried, unable to resist him, shamefully aware that somehow, this 19-year-old boy seemed to be showing me the full potential of what my body could do.

“Do you like being a white cock slut, Nikki?” he growled.

“Ohgod–ohgod–ohgod–”

It was coming. I was almost there. I was not in control.

“I solved you,” he cried, pounding me faster now. “Didn’t I, Mrs. Kim?”

“Ohgod–Johan–Johan–”

“You can be both… Mrs. Kim, and–and Nikki,” he moaned, hammering into me recklessly now. “You ARE both…”

“Johan–don’t–don’t cum in me–”

“Oh, I’m not going to cum yet,” he cackled. “But you are…”

“Oh shit ohhhh shit oh shit,” I shuddered, my body racked with tremors, my tits bouncing up and down with his every thrust.

“Mrs. Kim is a good, sweet Asian wife,” he howled. “But Nikki…”

“Don’t–oh–ohgod–”

“Nikki is a… white–cock–Asian–MILF!” he screamed, pounding into me, mercilessly striking the same spot over and over, exploiting the weakness that only his cock had been able to reach.

“OHGOD OH GOD OHHHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed, feeling my married pussy clamp down around his 19-year-old cock. “OHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”

“Cum for me, Nikki,” he cried, shouting in ecstasy as he rode into me. “Be a slut for me!”

All I could do was writhe on his cock, my body shaking violently as I moaned incoherently, my voice broken, full of ecstasy and regret. I was letting this 19-year-old boy fuck me without a condom. And against all my better angels, he was making me cum for him.

“You act like this a perfect little wife,” he cried, slowing his pace just enough to let the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me unimpeded. “But Nikki, your body… you know you’ve got the body of the perfect Asian MILF slut, don’t you?”

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