I’m spooning out the last of my homemade icing when the doorbell rings—twice, quick and eager. I wipe my hands on the apron that’s barely covering my slit-length silk robe and pad to the door. Peephole shows Bailee in a too-tight sailor top and Adam dressed like… is that a pirate sword in his pocket or is he already hard?
Look At That Sword
I crack the door, let the porch light spill over my cleavage. “Aren’t you two a little old for trick-or-treat?”
Bailee’s gum snaps. “Mrs. Kat, we’re collecting special goodies this year.” She drags her gaze from my neck to the lace riding up my thigh. Adam swallows so loud I hear it.
I step back, give them the slow once-over. “Couples who say please get extra frosting.”
They stumble inside. I lock the deadbolt—click—just like that, the air thickens. I press two fingers to Bailee’s lower lip, collect icing, and feed it to Adam. He sucks my fingers clean without asking. Good boy.
Bailee giggles, “House rule: one sweet for every piece you show us.”
I untie the apron. The silk robe slides off one shoulder, exposing a candy-red bra that can barely cage my MILF tits. “Start counting.”
Adam’s belt clinks first. Jeans drop; his cock springs out—thick, college-ripe, pulsing. Bailee wraps him up, strokes once, twice, then tilts him toward me like she’s offering the last piece of Halloween candy. I lick the bead of pre-cum off his slit, swirl it over my tongue, moan, “Mmm, butterscotch.”
Bailee kneels between my legs, pushes my robe higher. No panties—just smooth, waxed pussy already glazing her chin. She kitten-licks my clit, soft teasing flicks that make my knees knock together. I grab her ponytail, drag her closer. “Harder, sailor. I’m not made of sugar.”
Adam cups my breasts, pinches my nipples through the lace until I gasp around his shaft. I suck him deeper, hollow my cheeks, let strings of spit coat his length so Bailee can jack him with my saliva. Our eyes lock—hers sparkling mischief, mine ordering: Share.
I pull off Adam with a pop, spin Bailee onto the couch, spread her tanned thighs. Her pink panties are soaked. I snap them off with my teeth, slide two fingers into her tight little cunt, curl them right where she whimpers. She bucks, mewls, “Mrs. Kat, fuck, right there.”
MILF Loves Getting Her Fill
Adam watches, fist jerking slow. I crook a finger. “Bring that sword here, captain.”
He lines up behind me, drags his crown through my dripping folds, then slams in—one brutal thrust that stuffs me full. I grunt into Bailee’s pussy, tongue fucking her faster to muffle my moans. Adam pounds, balls slapping my clit, the wet sounds obscene against the pop music drifting from the porch speakers outside.
Bailey comes first—shuddering, thighs clamping my ears. I lap up every pulse, then rise up, spin, impale myself reverse on Adam. My MILF ass claps against his hips while I jerk Bailee by the hair, drag her mouth to my bouncing tits. She sucks, bites, leaves purple sailor bruises.
“Fill me, baby,” I growl at Adam. “Treat the neighbor lady.” Three more pumps, he grunts, hot ropes blasting deep. I squeeze, milk every drop, then yank him out, push Bailee’s head down. “Clean the frosting off the beater.”
She licks my cream-streaked slit, snowballing Adam’s cum back into my mouth when I kiss her sloppy. We swallow together, tongues painted white.
Doorbell rings again—more visitors I wipe my chin, tie my robe, wink at the stunned pair. “Round two, come back after ten. I’ll have fresh candy.”
Ms. Kat
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