When silly girls just won’t do….
As a woman in my dirty thirties, I know all about what a man needs. Cunning and sensual, I’ve had a little more time to learn about anatomy, all the nuances of cock control and those little things that turn great sex into something spectacular. Blame it on an ever-growing sexual resume, hedonistic summers and my innocent young adulthood gone horribly, beautifully wrong! The time I’ve taken to sharpen my sexual skills now serves me well, and will ultimately be your downfall. You can’t shock me, because I’ve done it all. No need to ‘take me under your wing’, either. I don’t need guidance or lessons in how to please you. My innate understanding of body language and my attention to detail will have me hitting the spot before you offer the coordinates!
More than sex, Milfs are muti-faceted….
Milfs offer more than just better sex, though. The conversations are are more adult, we like the finer things in life and we don’t need you to give it to us. Actually, the best part of being with an older woman is that we don’t want a damn thing from you besides your body. We have our own money, diamonds, cars, and friends. The best of us are well-traveled, well-read and educated. More than anything, we’re independent and the only question we’re waiting for you to pop is ‘Do you want to go again?!’ No games. Save that drama for someone else!
Milfs are irresistible, wildly sexual and have perfected the art of tease. We also keep you panting, aching and wanting more. So the next time you want to delve a little deeper with a playmate in her prime, consider a Milf. You’ll wonder why you waited so long!
It’s not about the sex for me either. Would that include you taking me shopping to Victoria’s Secret to try on bras/lipstick/blush/perfumes/lotions as well as bra fittings? Would you have me leave store with bra for everyone to see then take me shopping for dresses to try on as well as taking me to makeup counter to put makeup on me? I made the mistake of having to go with Ms Olivia as she talked me into going with her and I let her give me French manicure.
That sounds like a fun fantasy, Peter! I’d totally be down for that!