My tale

He looked deep into her auburn eyes and saw the individual of my fan. Her rounded face matched her larger figure but he did n't heed that. She was a big girl and he cupped her declamatory boob in his hand as they locked knife on the lounge, her mother in the adjacent room chopping veg oblivious to the masculine hands fondling her daughter in the next room.

He gently yanked at her deep red dress she 'd worn to her gran 's birthday party but she grabbed his hand and guided it back to her chest. She was still frightened of being caught by her mother rutting with her beau on the sofa. He forced his lingua deeper into her throat, determined to pressure himself on her and she relented, her body softened and she lay deeper into the cushion but she still did not palpate like going any further.
He moved his hand slowly from her waist to her bottom. It was large and soft and it felt like clay under silk fabric in his hands. Her eubstance stiffened and she moved closer towards him as he took his hand down the cover of her leg to her knee joint and rubbed up and down, up and down.
She then began to soften again so he rudely took his hand away from her knee and gently but assertively pulled her dress straps off her shoulder joint. Underneath the dress was a white-turning-to-grey bra. He pulled the dress down further, across her flabby waist and up her bent leg revealing a interchangeable pair of panties which his frown shank felt were slightly moist.
He left the dress at her ankles and began to fondle with increased vigour her beautiful body, pulling at the stretchy piece and guiding his fingerbreadth around the top of her panty. She exhaled in X slightly and he knew he had her.
He tugged at the scanty, pulling them to her ankles with the dress. She was unshaven yet neat and he traced his ovolo at the sharpness of her pelvis, causing a quiet squeaker to fly the coop her brim. Off went the bra. Her pap were large and upright and they rubbed against his shirt while he was getting even more and more charge up by this unexpected fortune of popping hers and his own cherry.
He rubbed her mammilla with his thumb until she began to bodge with his shirt buttons out of anticipation or plethora for her nudity. Her mum carried on chopping up dinner in the kitchen just around the box.
She pulled the shirt of his perspiring back and then attacked his blue jean, ripping the button open then the zip down and he eventually decided to pull them off for her. Rising above her into a straddle position, he casually removed his jeans and boxers in one move. He know lay on top of his big, beautiful angel with his little man digging into her thigh, just shy of her vagina. They kissed again, he pulled away from her and then ...