Millie Morgan

Millie Morgan may have been born in Alabama, but she’s a California girl at heart. “I belonged here from the start,” she said, explaining that the weather back home is “not my favorite type of hot and sticky.” You can probably guess what my follow-up question was, as well as Millie’s answer. “I love cum. What can I say?” She opened up about her home movies, vibrators, and her camwhoring schedule. “I log on when I’m most horny.” In other words, she’s online often.

She was eager to whip out her “Nice little tiny handfuls” of titty when I asked, then demonstrated her aptitude for twerking. “PornDudeCasting! Goodness gracious. I really have finally made it, huh?” Millie looks like some other big names in the biz, so we snapped a topless photo to send to her MILF doppelganger. “Tell her I say hi, step mama!”

Millie rapped for the camera, so I asked about her other musical abilities. “A little skin flute? I think that’s what they call it.” Moments later, she was on her knees giving the performance of a lifetime on my instrument. “We make some nice music together,” she said, a virtuoso with her mouth and hands.

We moved to the couch, where Millie dual-fisted my cock. “I want you nice and wet and slidey,” she said, lubing me up and jerking while telling me how fun my dick looks and feels. You wanna see what I can do?” She wrapped her feet around my shaft, stroking me with her soles and pedicured tootsies. “I like the way my feet look on your cock,” Millie said. “You’re getting me really turned on.”

The babe helped herself to another quick taste of sausage before declaring, “I need to ride that!” She dropped her panties and hopped on backwards, swearing as the couch creaked. “Your cock hits all the right spots!” I gave Millie her first orgasm in what must have been hours, and I was just getting warmed up.

Her legs were still shaking as I stood her up and kept banging her from behind. Millie’s eyes rolled back and our bodies smacked together, the rhythm punctuated by the girl’s moans. “You’re gonna make me cum! Oh my god! Fuck!”

Pussy spasming, Millie sat down and I played with her twat. She squealed and fondled with her tits, singing, “Right there! Right there! Right there!” After getting off again, she told me, “You know how to treat a lady right.”

Millie giggled as I helped her into a piledriver position. “Go ahead and put me where you want me, daddy!” Eyes pleading and mouth stretched into a big O, the vocal babe did her best to alert all the neighbors on my block that she was cumming again. Both her pussy and her mouth sang my praises.

She got on her knees next, moaning as I held her waist and gave it to her slow, then fast. “That feels really fucking good!” Millie backed her ass up into me as I added more handprints, spreading her cheeks so I could go deeper. “I fucking love cock. I can’t get enough of it. Can you tell?”

Millie flipped on her ass, spread her legs and held her feet in the air while I played with her bush and boned her. “Your cock is incredible, but you already know this, don’t you?” She tried to elaborate, but it was difficult through the hammering.

Cumshot“I want you to cum all over my fucking face,” Millie begged. I pinched her nipples, earning some loud moans and making her cum again. “I wanna wear your cum so badly,” she begged, then dropped to her knees, tongue out and giggling. “Did you paint me all pretty?”