02-07-2019, 08:26 PM
Sheila slowly slipped her hands inside my shorts and gripped the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger while weighing my balls with her free fingers. She let out an almost primal sigh, and then took her hand out. She stood up and sat on the heavy oak coffee table directly in front of me. Her legs were now wide open, and I could see her beautiful shaven cunt. She removed her robe and sat there, totally naked.
Only now did I appreciate what a sexy lady she was. Enormous breasts (which I later discovered to be 36FF) which only sagged slightly - not bad for a 45 year old mother of 3, a roundish belly, and a face that had wickedness all over it.
"Jack," she said, "I want you to use me, treat me like a slut. Can you do that?"
Like I was going to refuse.
"So first, a treat for you." she said.
And with that one hand moved down to her cunt and she began to finger fuck herself, while her other hand roamed over her breasts, occasionally bringing her enormous dark nipples up to her mouth for her to suck on. This was too much.
Only now did I appreciate what a sexy lady she was. Enormous breasts (which I later discovered to be 36FF) which only sagged slightly - not bad for a 45 year old mother of 3, a roundish belly, and a face that had wickedness all over it.
"Jack," she said, "I want you to use me, treat me like a slut. Can you do that?"
Like I was going to refuse.
"So first, a treat for you." she said.
And with that one hand moved down to her cunt and she began to finger fuck herself, while her other hand roamed over her breasts, occasionally bringing her enormous dark nipples up to her mouth for her to suck on. This was too much.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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