After about ten minutes or so, I really lose track of time, Tommie is gasping. Oh, Dave… Please… Whatever youre doing… Please… Dont stop… Make me… Oh, God… Im close… Oh… Oh… Im gonna… As her vagina clamps down on my finger, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and rolled it between my lips. Shes gone completely silent, her back arched up off of the grass and all of her muscles are taut. Finally, she drops her back down in the grass and screams, GOD! so loud that it echoes off the rocky spires on the other side of the lake. I feel the familiar contractions of her pelvic area, each one causing a high pitched squeak from her throat. At times, shes mumbling, but I cant make out a word.
Category: Mature Sex Stories
Cynthia had went to a local gym which she done twice a week for some years with her friend. Today she had went alone as her friend was not able to come with her. At 53 years old and a little overweight she enjoyed the time working on the treadmill and working out on the various equipment. Walking on the treadmill her beautiful blonde hair swung back and forth with each step and her 36DD breasts snapped up and down with the concussion of each step.
Doras request was -“Robert, I am getting severe cramps in my thighs, I can hardly move. I am a bit embarrassed but as I know you’re discreet, could you by any chance come up and give my legs a healing massage, so to speak”.
“Way I see it,” he offered, “we have three options. We can either go to the coffee shop and see if any of their 1000 attempts have managed to produce a palatable cup of coffee. Go to Maccy Ds and get a paper cup of tea but be unable to hear ourselves think or….” his voice trailed off.
As readers will know, I work as an assistant at a boutique clothes and lingerie shop catering specifically for chubby and larger over 50 mature ladies who like wearing girdles. We provide a discreet and private place where they can feel safe – and satisfied — to buy fashionable, sensuous garments and lingerie that flatter them. And the staff are specially selected to help them fulfil their sexual fantasies whilst shopping.
“Please,” I begged again, “make me yours.”