The cool night air brushed against Mia's skin as she slipped through the open bedroom window, her lithe body moving with the grace of a cat. She had watched Mrs. Eleanor Hartwell for weeks—her routine, her habits, the way she hummed to herself while gardening, the way her nightgown clung to her soft curves as she moved through her quiet, lonely life. And tonight, Mia was done watching.
Eleanor lay sprawled on her bed, the moonlight spilling over her plump, naked body. Her silver hair fanned out on the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she slept. Mia’s pulse quickened. She had imagined this moment a hundred times—how Eleanor’s skin would feel under her hands, how her breath would hitch when surprised awake.
She crawled onto the bed, her knees sinking into the plush mattress. Eleanor stirred, her eyelids fluttering open just as Mia pressed her mouth to hers.
An open-mouth kiss—hot, wet, hungry. Eleanor’s lips were soft, yielding, and for a second, she froze in shock. Then her hands flew up, pushing against Mia’s shoulders, but Mia didn’t budge. She deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding between Eleanor’s lips, tasting the faint sweetness of wine.
Eleanor groaned into the kiss, her resistance crumbling as Mia’s fingers tangled in her hair. Mia’s other hand slid down, cupping one of Eleanor’s heavy breasts, her thumb brushing over the hardened nipple. Eleanor whimpered, her hips arching involuntarily.
“M-Mia?” she gasped between kisses.
“Shhh,” Mia murmured against her lips. “Just feel.”
Eleanor’s protests died on her tongue as Mia’s mouth moved lower, sucking at the soft flesh of her neck before taking one of her nipples between her lips. She rolled it with her tongue, then sucked hard, drawing a sharp cry from Eleanor. Her back arched off the bed, her hands now gripping the sheets instead of pushing Mia away.
Mia pulled back just enough to smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”
Eleanor’s breath came in ragged gasps. “Y-Yes, but—”
“But nothing.” Mia’s hand slid further down, fingers teasing between Eleanor’s thighs. She was already wet, her pussy swollen and needy. Mia groaned. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Eleanor’s face flushed. “Please—”
“Please what?” Mia dipped a finger inside, making Eleanor cry out. “Tell me what you want.”
“I—I don’t—”
Mia smirked. “You don’t know? Then let me show you.”
She shifted lower, her mouth replacing her fingers. Eleanor’s thighs trembled as Mia’s tongue swirled around her clit, then plunged deep. Eleanor’s hands flew to Mia’s hair, her nails scraping against her scalp as Mia ate her out with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Oh God—Mia, I can’t—” Eleanor’s voice broke.
Mia pulled back just enough to grin up at her. “You can. And you will.”
She reached over to the nightstand where she’d stashed her strap-on earlier, sliding the harness over her hips with practiced ease. Eleanor’s eyes widened as Mia adjusted the thick, veiny dildo between her legs, giving it a few experimental strokes.
“You’re gonna ride me,” Mia said, her voice rough with lust.
Eleanor’s breath hitched. “Mia, I—I’m too old for this—”
“Bullshit.” Mia climbed back up, straddling Eleanor’s waist. “You’re not too old for anything. Now spread those legs and take it.”
Eleanor hesitated for only a second before parting her thighs, her pussy glistening with arousal. Mia lined herself up, the head of the strap-on pressing against Eleanor’s entrance.
“Relax,” Mia murmured, kissing her again as she pushed inside.
Eleanor gasped into the kiss, her body stretching around the thick intrusion. Mia groaned, her hips rolling forward as she bottomed out inside her. Eleanor’s nails dug into Mia’s back, her body trembling as Mia pulled back and thrust again—hard, deep, making her ride her like a fucking cowgirl.
“Oh fuck—Mia—” Eleanor’s voice was a broken moan.
“That’s it,” Mia growled, her hands gripping Eleanor’s hips as she fucked her with long, punishing strokes. “Take it like a good girl.”
Eleanor’s body betrayed her, her hips lifting to meet Mia’s thrusts, her pussy clenching around the strap-on as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
“Come for me,” Mia demanded, her own breath ragged. “Come on my dick, Eleanor. Milk me dry.”
Eleanor’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy pulsed around the strap-on, her juices coating Mia’s thighs as she rode out her pleasure.
Mia didn’t stop. She kept fucking her through it, her hips snapping faster, her breath coming in harsh grunts. Eleanor’s legs wrapped around her waist, her nails raking down Mia’s back as she took every inch.
“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—” Mia’s voice was a growl as her own release built.
Eleanor’s eyes flew open, locking onto hers. “Come inside me,” she panted.
Mia groaned, her thrusts becoming erratic as her orgasm tore through her. With a final, deep thrust, she buried herself to the hilt and came, her cock pulsing as she filled Eleanor with her cum.
They collapsed together, breathless and sated, Mia’s weight pressing Eleanor into the mattress. For a long moment, neither moved. Then Mia pressed a soft kiss to Eleanor’s lips.
“So,” she murmured, smirking. “Still think you’re too old?”
Eleanor let out a breathless laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Mia’s back. “Fuck you.”
Mia grinned. “Gladly.”