Robby, that horny little fucker, can’t believe his eyes. It’s Lana Rhoades, the MILF of all MILFs, standing right in front of him, telling him to stroke his cock. He used to mow her lawn, for fuck’s sake! He’s been dreaming about her for years, watching her perfect body as she walked around her yard. And now, here she is, her voice like honey, telling him to get hard for her. The power she holds over him is insane. He’s practically throbbing just listening to her. But Robby, the cheeky bastard, has a request of his own. He wants to see those legendary tits. He wants to see those mountains of flesh that have haunted his wet dreams for years. He wants to see them bouncing as she moans his name. He’s ready to explode just thinking about it. He watches her closely, his cock twitching in anticipation. What will she do? Will she grant his wish? Will she tease him some more? Or will she just laugh in his face and send him back to his lawnmower? The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Every second feels like an eternity. He’s on the edge, ready to spill his seed at any moment. This is the moment he’s been waiting for his entire life. He’s about to get a taste of the forbidden fruit, and he’s not going to waste a single drop. This is going to be the best damn orgasm of his life, all thanks to the one and only Lana Rhoades. And he’s going to remember this moment forever, every time he jacks off, every time he sees a lawnmower, every time he thinks about the MILF next door. This is his moment, and he’s going to seize it with both hands, and his throbbing cock.
Lana Rhoades: From Lawnmower Boy to Cock Worship Recap
