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Ben never meant to say it out loud.

He had fantasized about it—countless times. Older women. Soft curves. A firm voice. A hand in his hair. A command in his ear. The word "Mommy" whispered like a sin behind locked doors. But when he met Gizelle, the fantasy stepped into reality—and took control.

She wasn't just older. She wasn't just hot.

She was experienced, assertive, and built like a punishment.

From the moment she met Ben, she could smell the obedience clinging to him like sweat. She didn't have to ask if he was submissive. She saw it—in the way he looked down when she got close. In the way his pants tightened when she raised her voice. In the way he blushed when she licked her lips.

All it took was one night.

One moment where he said the wrong thing at the right time.

"I want you to… pound me," he whispered.

Her laugh was wicked. Her eyes gleamed.

"No, baby," she corrected. "The Milf will pound you."