Axel, that dumb fuck, can’t handle his taxes for shit. But he’s got a plan, and it involves Elizabeth Skylar, a MILF so hot she could melt the polar ice caps. He hires her as his personal accountant, but let’s be real, it’s because he wants to bury his face in her tits and fuck her till she screams. The numbers start swimming, and Axel’s brain turns to mush. He drifts off, and suddenly he’s balls-deep in Elizabeth, her moans echoing in his head. She’s riding him hard, her eyes locked on his, and every thrust is a promise of pure, filthy pleasure. This ain’t no tax audit; it’s a full-blown fuckfest, and Axel’s loving every goddamn second. He imagines her fingers digging into his back, her nails raking his skin as she comes apart in his arms. The air is thick with sweat and the scent of sex, and Axel knows this is one daydream he never wants to end. He’s pounding her harder now, lost in the rhythm, and Elizabeth’s screams turn into desperate pleas. This is the kind of tax write-off any man would kill for – a chance to fuck a hot MILF into oblivion and call it a business expense. Axel’s fantasy is a raw, unfiltered explosion of lust, a testament to the power of a horny mind and a woman who knows how to use her assets. He’s gonna wake up hard as a rock, and you know what? He’ll probably try to make this daydream a reality. Who wouldn’t?
