The door slammed open at 11:17 p.m. Li Na was alone in the kitchen, still in her tight black dress from the charity dinner, pouring herself a glass of wine. She turned fast, wine spilling across the counter. A big white guy in a hoodie filled the doorway, eyes locked on her curves. "Don't scream," he said, voice low and flat. He kicked the door shut and came at her.
Li Na backed up, heart hammering. "Get out. My husband will be home soon." She was 42, thick in all the right places, with heavy tits and a round ass that the dress barely contained. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. "Husband's out of town. I watched the house. Strip."
She slapped him. He laughed once, then spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. Plates rattled. He yanked the dress up to her waist, ripped her panties down her thighs, and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was dry at first but he didn't care. He finger-fucked her hard, knuckles slapping her ass. "Fuck, you're tight for a MILF. Bet your husband doesn't stretch this pussy right."
Li Na kicked back, but he pinned her with his weight. His cock came out thick and already leaking. He spat on it, lined up, and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, the sudden stretch burning. He started pounding immediately, hips smacking her ass with loud, wet slaps. The table legs scraped the floor. Every thrust forced a grunt out of her.
He reached under and grabbed her tits through the dress, squeezing hard enough to bruise. "Say it. Say you're getting force fucked." She shook her head. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back inside. Her legs kicked on either side of him. He hooked her knees over his elbows and went deeper, grinding against her clit with every slam. Her juices started coating his shaft despite everything. The wet sounds filled the kitchen.
He pulled the dress down, freeing her tits, and sucked one nipple hard while he fucked her. Li Na's hands pushed at his chest but she had no leverage. He just fucked harder, the head of his cock punching her cervix on every stroke. "Look at this Asian MILF pussy taking it. So fucking wet now." He spat on her clit and rubbed it rough with his thumb while he kept driving in.
She came without wanting to, cunt clenching around him, thighs shaking. He didn't slow down. He flipped her again, bent her over the counter this time, and took her from behind. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back. The other slapped her ass red. "Scream if you want. No ones coming." He reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it while he hammered her. Another orgasm ripped through her, stronger, her walls fluttering and squeezing his cock.
He pulled out and dragged her to the living room rug. She tried to crawl away but he caught her ankle and hauled her back. He shoved her face down, ass up, and mounted her again. This time he went slower but deeper, grinding circles inside her. "You like getting force fucked, don't lie." He reached under and slapped her swinging tits. Li Na moaned into the rug, drool on her chin. Her body betrayed her, pushing back onto his cock.
He flipped her onto her back again, legs spread wide. He fucked her missionary style but nothing gentle about it. Sweat dripped off him onto her stomach. He leaned down and bit her neck while he pounded. "Gonna fill this MILF cunt." She shook her head, but her hips rolled up to meet him. He grabbed her throat, not choking hard, just holding, and slammed in faster. The wet slap of skin on skin was constant.
When he came he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing hot cum deep inside her. Li Na came again around him, cunt milking every drop. He pulled out slow, watching his load leak out of her stretched hole. He wiped his cock on her thigh, stood up, and zipped up. "Stay there. Don't move till I'm gone."
He left the way he came. Li Na lay on the rug, dress around her waist, cum dripping down her ass crack, breathing hard. Her body still twitched with aftershocks. She reached down and touched her swollen cunt, feeling the mess he'd left. Her fingers came away sticky. She didn't call the cops. She just lay there, legs open, replaying every rough thrust until she came again on her own hand, quiet and shaking.
