MILF Next Door

Diane Kruger and Melanie Laurent as Hot MILF, Massive Tits, Nude, Naughty seduction to Jordi El Nino Polla

Jordi strolled into the opulent living room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The first thing that hit him was the scent—an intoxicating mix of expensive perfume and something sweeter, more primal. His gaze landed on Diane, sprawled languidly on the plush chaise lounge, nude and shameless. Her massive tits were on full display, nipples hard and begging for attention. She smiled at him, a slow, sultry curve of her lips. Melanie was on the opposite end of the room. She stood by the fireplace, her back to him, one hand resting on the mantel. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her spine, hiding nothing of her curvaceous rear. She turned slightly, giving him a glimpse of her profile, and his breath hitched. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted. She was a vision of sinful temptation, and she knew it. Diane ran a finger between her breasts, tracing the valley of her cleavage. "Like what you see, Jordi?" Her voice was a low purr, a cat playing with its prey. She sat up, her tits bouncing with the movement, and beckoned him closer with a crook of her finger. "Come here. Let me show you what Melanie and I have in store for you." Melanie pushed off from the mantel, her hips swaying as she sauntered towards him. Her eyes were locked onto his, predatory and hungry. She stopped an inch away, her breath hot on his face. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "We're going to fuck you senseless, Jordi. But first, we wanted to show you what good girls we can be." Jordi's heart pounded in his chest as Melanie cupped one of her breasts, squeezing gently. A drop of milk beaded at her nipple, glistening in the low light. She caught it with her fingertip, then traced it across his lower lip. His tongue darted out, tasting her sweetness. Diane chuckled from behind him, her voice thick with lust. "Good girl, Melanie. But I think Jordi wants more than just a taste. Don't you, Jordi?" She pressed against his back, her tits soft and warm against his skin. Her hands snaked around to his front, one wrapping around his throat, the other grasping his already hard cock through his jeans. Nothing was spoken, just the sounds of heavy breathing and a woman's moan. Jordi couldn't remember a time he had been this turned on. Melanie smiled, and finished, "But I think it's time you found out just how naughty we can be." She glanced at Diane and winked. "But first, you need to learn to beg." Suddenly, Diane tightened her grip on his cock and spoke in his ear, "Beg Jordi. Beg us to fuck you. Beg us to milk you dry." She grinded against him. Jordi's mind was a blur of lust and need. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the softness of their skin, the hardness of their nipples. He could smell their scent, taste their sweetness. He could hear their voices, low and sultry, promising him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. He could feel their power, their dominance, their control. He was theirs, completely and utterly, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Melanie's lips brushed against his ear, her voice a low, commanding whisper. "Say it, Jordi. Say you want us to fuck you. Say you want us to use you. Say you want to be our little fuck toy." She bit down gently on his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock throbbed in Diane's grip, begging for release. Jordi's breath hitched as Diane's hand tightened around his throat, not enough to cut off his air but enough to make his heart race. "That's it," she murmured, her lips trailing down his neck. "Feel us, Jordi. Feel our power over you. We own you now." Melanie stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. She began to undress slowly, teasingly. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pushing them down her long legs. Jordi's eyes were glued to her, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin. Diane's hand on his cock mirrored Melanie's movements, stroking him in time with her undressing. "I've got a mind to make you watch," Diane growled in his ear. "Make you watch as Melanie fingers herself. Make you watch as she makes herself come. And all you'll be able to do is stand there and beg." Melanie's fingers found her pussy, circling her clit slowly. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back to Jordi. "Do you want to see me come, Jordi?" she asked, her voice breathy. "Do you want to see what you do to me?" Jordi's hips bucked against Diane's hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," he ground out. "God, yes. Please." Melanie smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "Good boy," she purred, increasing the pressure on her clit. Her hips began to move in time with her fingers, her breaths coming faster. Diane's grip on his throat tightened, her other hand working his cock fiercely. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wetness of Melanie's fingers, the harshness of Diane's grip. Melanie's orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as she cried out. Jordi watched, transfixed, as her tits bounced with the force of her release, more milk leaking from her nipples. Diane chuckled, her voice dark and dangerous. "And now, Jordi, it's your turn."

Melanie rode out her orgasm, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. She opened her eyes, locking onto Jordi's gaze, and smiled wickedly. "That was just a taste, Jordi," she panted. "Now, it's time for the main course." She walked over to him, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. She nudged Diane's hand away from his throat, taking control. Diane didn't resist, instead moving her hand to cup Melanie's breast, squeezing gently. A fresh drop of milk oozed out, and Diane caught it with her fingertip, bringing it to Jordi's lips. He parted them obediently, sucking her finger clean. Melanie's hands roamed over Jordi's chest, his abs, teasing him with light touches. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to her. "You want this, don't you, Jordi?" she whispered, her breath hot on his face. "You want us to use you, to fuck you, to milk you dry." Diane's hand on his cock tensed, her grip firm and unyielding. "Answer her, Jordi," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell us what you want." Jordi's head was spinning, his body on fire with need. "Yes," he gasped, his hips bucking against Diane's hand. "God, yes. I want it all. I want you to use me, to fuck me, to milk me. I'm yours. I'm your fuck toy." Melanie smiled, a slow, cruel curve of her lips. "Good boy," she purred, releasing his jeans. She stepped back, giving Diane room to work. Diane's hand on his cock sped up, her grip tightening. Jordi could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he fought for control. Diane leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Come for us, Jordi," she whispered, her voice a dark command. "Come for us and show us how much you want this." Melanie's eyes were locked onto his, her own desire mirrored in her gaze. She cupped her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple between her fingers. More milk leaked out, dripping down her hand. Her other hand snaked down between her legs. She began to rub her clit, her breaths coming faster as she watched Diane work Jordi's cock. "Come, Jordi," Melanie whispered, her voice breathy. "Come for us. Show us how much you want to be our fuck toy." Diane's hand on his cock was merciless, her grip tight and her movements fast. Jordi's body tensed. He could feel his orgasm crashing over him, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through his body. He came hard, his cock pulsing in Diane's grip. Melanie watched, her eyes wide with lust, as Jordi's release coated Diane's hand. She continued to rub her clit, her own orgasm building as she watched him come undone.

Diane smirked, her hand slick with Jordi's release. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate tongue. "Mmm, you taste as good as you look," she purred, her eyes never leaving his. Melanie, still stroking herself, let out a soft moan, her own arousal heightening with the sight of Jordi's spent desire. Melanie took a step back, leaning against the chaise lounge where Diane had been reclining earlier. Her fingers moved faster, more insistently, as she watched Jordi struggle to catch his breath. "Look at you," she cooed, her voice thick with lust. "Already a mess for us, and we've barely even started." Diane, still gripping Jordi's softening cock, leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "You think you're done, pet?" she whispered, her voice laced with dark amusement. "You think one little orgasm is enough to satisfy us?" She dug her nails into his thigh, a sharp, stinging pain that sent a jolt through his system. Jordi gasped, his body jerking in response. Melanie moaned louder, her fingers working furiously between her legs. "I want to see you beg again, Jordi," she demanded, her voice strained with desire. "I want to hear you plead for more, for everything we can give you." Diane's hand tightened around his cock, squeezing gently. "Beg, Jordi," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Beg for us to fuck you, to use you. Beg for us to make you our little fuck toy." Jordi's mind was a whirlwind of lust and need. His body ached with a hunger that went beyond the physical, a deep-seated desire to submit, to be owned. "Please," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate. "Please, Diane. Please, Melanie. Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours. I'm your fuck toy." Melanie let out a satisfied moan, her body shuddering as she came hard, her fingers coated in her own wetness. She looked at Jordi, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Good boy," she whispered, pushing off from the chaise. She walked over to him, her hips swaying with a sultry grace. She cupped his face, her thumb brushing gently against his cheek. "Now, let's see how well you can take orders." Diane released her grip on his cock, stepping back to give Melanie room. Melanie's hands roamed over Jordi's body, her touch light and teasing. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to reveal his chest. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his nipple. She sucked gently, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Jordi let out a soft moan, his body arching into her touch. Melanie chuckled, her breath hot on his skin. "Someone's eager," she whispered, her hand snaking down to grasp his cock, now hardening once again.

Melanie bit down gently on his nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jordi. She rolled the hardened nub between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. Diane, watching intently, circled them slowly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She leaned in, her lips capturing Jordi's in a fierce, demanding kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every inch, claiming him as her own. Melanie, unmoved, moved to his other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, her fingers still wrapped tightly around his cock. “On your knees, Jordi,” Melanie commanded, releasing his nipple with a pop. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for disobedience. Jordi complied, dropping to his knees before her. Melanie smiled down at him, her eyes filled with dominance. “Good boy,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair. She gently guided his head towards her pussy, her hips thrusting forward slightly. “Now, show us what you can do with that mouth.” Diane moved behind him, her hands roaming over his back, his sides, teasing him with light touches. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. “Make her come, Jordi,” she whispered, her voice a dark command. “Make her come, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll let you come again too.” Melanie looked down at Jordi, her eyes blazing with lust and power. “Lick me, Jordi,” she ordered, her voice thick with desire. “Lick me like you mean it. Show us how much you want this.” Jordi’s hands reached up, gripping Melanie’s thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to trace the length of her slit. Melanie moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. “Yes,” she hissed, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Just like that, Jordi. Just like that.” Diane’s hands moved to his ass, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Keep going, Jordi,” she whispered, her voice a low growl. “Don’t stop until she comes. Don’t stop until you’ve shown us what you’re really made of.” She grazed his ear with her teeth. “And while you're down there - don't forget about the milk. We've got a lot to work with tonight.”