Amateur Wife 52 Gives Outdoor Blowjob & Huge Facial – Real MILF Public Suck

The backyard needed work. Linda, 52, was out there in her old cutoff jeans and a faded tank top, pulling weeds while the late afternoon sun beat down. Michael had just finished mowing the lawn, shirt off, sweat running down his chest and stomach. The mower was still warm in the shed, grass clippings stuck to his legs. Their neighbors were probably home—old Mr. Thompson next door always seemed to be watching from his window—but the fence gave some cover.
Linda stood up, wiping dirt on her thighs. “Goddamn, it’s hot,” she muttered, fanning herself. Michael walked over, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler they’d dragged out. He took a long drink, water dripping down his chin.
She looked at him, eyes dropping to the front of his shorts. He’d been half-hard since they started working outside together. Something about the heat, the sweat, the way her tits bounced when she bent over. She smirked. “You gonna stand there staring or what?”
He laughed low. “Can’t help it. You look good dirty.”
Linda stepped closer, voice dropping. “Yeah? Dirty how?”
Michael glanced toward the house, then back at her. The sliding glass door was open, TV faintly playing some cooking show inside. No one could see much from the street, but still. Risky.
She didn’t wait for an answer. Linda dropped to her knees right there on the grass, still warm from the sun. Her hands went straight to his waistband, tugging his shorts down just enough. His cock sprang out, already thick and heavy, tip shiny with a little pre-cum.
“Fuck,” Michael breathed, looking down at her.
Linda wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking slow at first. She looked up, eyes locked on his. “Been thinking about this all morning while you were out here shirtless.”
She leaned in, tongue flicking over the head, tasting salt and skin. Michael groaned, hand going to her hair—gray streaks mixed with brown, messy from the wind. She took him deeper, lips stretching around him, sucking steady. No teasing today. She wanted it messy.
The wet sounds started quick—slurping, her breathing through her nose. She bobbed her head, taking more each time, gagging a little when he hit the back of her throat but not stopping. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her tank top, darkening the fabric over her nipples.
Michael’s hips jerked forward. “Shit, Linda… just like that.”
She pulled off for a second, stroking him fast with her hand, spit slicking everything. “You like when I suck your cock outside? Where anyone could see?”
“Fuck yes,” he grunted.
She dove back down, hollowing her cheeks, sucking hard. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while the other pumped the base she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Michael started thrusting shallow, fucking her mouth now. She let him, relaxing her throat as best she could. Gagging noises mixed with his low moans.
A car drove by on the street—slow. They both froze for half a second, but it kept going. Linda laughed around his cock, the vibration making him curse.
“Keep going,” he said, voice rough. He grabbed her head with both hands now, guiding her faster. Facefuck rhythm—steady, deep thrusts. Her eyes watered, mascara smudging a little. She loved it like this, sloppy and urgent.
Linda reached down between her own legs, shoving her hand inside her jeans. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing frantic circles. She was soaked already, pussy throbbing from the thrill. Two fingers slipped inside easy, pumping in time with her mouth on him.
Michael watched her finger herself, hips snapping harder. “You gonna come sucking my dick?”
She moaned around him—yes.
He pulled out suddenly, cock slick and red. “Stand up.”
Linda got to her feet, jeans unbuttoned. Michael spun her around, bent her over the wooden picnic table they’d never really used. He yanked her jeans and panties down to her thighs, fingers diving between her legs from behind. Two thick fingers pushed into her wet cunt, curling up, hitting that spot.
“Oh fuck—right there,” she gasped, pushing back against his hand.
He finger-fucked her fast, thumb on her clit. Her knees shook. The table creaked under her grip. She came hard, pussy clenching around his fingers, a low whine escaping her throat. Wetness coated his hand, dripping down her thigh.
Michael spun her back around, pushed her to her knees again. “Open.”
Linda opened wide, tongue out. He stroked himself fast, right over her face. First shot hit her cheek, thick and warm. Second across her nose and lips. Third landed on her tongue—she swallowed quick. More ropes painted her chin, dripping down onto her tits, soaking the tank top.
He kept coming, groaning deep. Cum ran down her neck, sticky in the heat.
When he finished, Linda stayed on her knees a second, catching her breath. Cum dripped from her chin onto the grass. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him.
“Jesus,” Michael panted, tucking himself back in. “That was insane.”
Linda laughed, standing up on shaky legs. She pulled her jeans up, not bothering to wipe her face yet. “Oven timer’s probably going off. Dinner’s gonna burn.”
They walked back toward the house together. She paused at the door, looking back at him with cum still streaked across her cheek.
“Next time,” she said, “maybe the front porch.”
Michael shook his head, smiling. “You’re gonna get us arrested.”
” Worth it,” she replied, stepping inside.
The screen door slammed shut behind them. Inside, the TV droned on, and the smell of slightly overcooked lasagna hit them. Linda headed straight for the bathroom to clean up—quick rinse, fix her hair. Michael grabbed plates from the cabinet like nothing happened.
Just another Saturday afternoon.