Lynn is a knock-out ! She is 34 yrs old and hot, this is the maiden time I actually saw her since her divorce a class ago. She has sour shoulder joint duration hair, is 5'9 ”, with a great set of tits, which are about 34C. She is wearing a tight fitting, low cut, blue devil silk robe, which barely went halfway down her thighs. It is Wednesday. Mid-afternoon, cloudy winter day, by the way the idle filters in through the slat in the subterfuge.

Lynn just returned from the shower. Her hide is assuredness and still a little moistness. She is laying on her side ... her right face. Naked. Freshly shaven. I lay behind her. Rubbing her neck and shoulders. Pressing firmly with my large, spread hired hand. Applying pressure with my thumb. I press up against her - completely - from her ft to her pelvic girdle. Our bodies molded together.

Her thigh are squeezed gently around my semi-sleeping stopcock. Legs crossed at the knee. This is Nice ... But nice is not quite what She is in the mood for. She smiles to herself. And purrs. She pushs just a little more firmly back and down. She feels me get down to bring up, harden. She purrs a little louder.
She is pleased and relieved. She was fully expecting me to say I had to get up.

Another power play of the thighs : this time not quite so pacify. She starts to experience my impulse : vibrate, glint -- resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Each beatnik bringing us - swelling us both - more fully toward each former. Increasing the pressure. Eliminating the unwanted space between us.
She places one manus beneath me. Firmly. Flattening the length of my hardened shot - pressing it up two-dimensional against her. Carefully positioning me between her lips. Spreading herself around me. very much dependable.

She begins moving now - slowly, back and Forth River - holding me in space, rubbing herself against me.
My hands - massaging her neck and shoulder - stop in place occasionally, as she becomes distracted. The massage she is now giving me - decidedly more interesting than the one I 'm giving her. She is moving slowly. Deliberately. Making her wet with me. Sliding along my scape, squeezing me tightly against her. A tiny, barely audible groan escapes her lips. `` oooohhhh ... mmmm. '' Her misdirection is fill in now.

She feels my hands slide from her neck, shoulder joint, trailing down her back and onto her hips. They rest there -- still for a instant -- as I shift myself, moving in ... pressing my chest tightly against her back, buring my face into her pilus. She hears me breathe in deeply. Hears my moan low - deep in my throat - almost a growl. `` gggggrrrrrr. ''

And with that, she feels my hands tighten abruptly, grasping her hips with all my strong point - pressing in hard and pulling her down forcefully against me. My knees pinned in against her rachis. She looks down and sees the top dog of my tool between her branch. It is wet from her. It is so unvoiced - the dark purple a violent contrast to the soft white thigh it throbs between. My skin - stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at her for attention ... having been left out of most of the warm sliding.

She pushs forward enough to withstand it firmly against her tumefy clit : rocking back and Forth. Bringing another low guttural growling from my throat. `` gggggggrrrrrrrr. '' Yes. It is definitely a growl now. Her eyes are closed. But she is envisioning what my swollen head looks like now - rubbing back and Forth River against her hard button, between her lips, getting wet, throbbing in unadulterated sentence to the pulse I feel between her legs. That pulse is getting faster. She hears my breathing Menachem Begin to touch it : grave, more urgent - in synch with her rocking. Locked in with my heart throb.

Picturing me sliding against her. Aching to bend and push me into her. Feeling and hearing the pounding in her pass : red and black blink of an eye behind her closed eyes. Her lust raging in her cunt
Thankfully, I 'm not going to seduce her postponement. My hands suddenly push in against her hips - taking them firmly in my compass - lifting her forward and up in one swift, powerful, fluid apparent motion. Just as swiftly - I bring her back down : hard and forcefully ... pulling her down onto my fully hard, rearing, vertical long duncical cock.

I hold her there. Hard. Feeling her shuddering - her dead body reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.
I move my men then - sliding my arm through on each position of her and bending them upward, so that my manus come to repose : one on each of her shoulder joint. I grab onto them roughly and jerk my hips up violently against her - pulling her down onto me by the berm while pushing up with my pelvis.

She begins to move up - nearly off of me - with each upwards thrust of my hips : only to be push back down quickly again by my hands - heavy on her shoulders with all of my power behind them. Slamming her onto me and me into her. She feels my teeth graze the back of her neck opening. She hears that low biting growl again. `` ggggggggrrrrrrrrrr. '' She feels my thrusts becoming more rhythmic, deliberate, deeply, longer - telling her I 'm getting close ... too close, too soon.

In a rather unrestrained attack at beguilement, She reachs down between her ramification and seize me firmly by the clod. Pulling them up towards her - suddenly, feeling them in her hand, She longs to fall upon the enigma to having them inside her too. She adores my clod. She feels the pressure sensation construction in me. Senses my urging. Knowing now - in her own distraction -- her grasp on my balls is cockeyed than it should be. She feels my tooth clutch bag at her neck. And hear a far more serious growling escape from my throat. `` GGGGGGRRRRRRR ... UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH. '' It sends her over the edge.

She takes this as a challenge. She wo n't let me cum without her. She peels my mitt from its grip on her articulatio humeri and forcefulness it down firmly between her legs, pushing it flat, holding it difficult against her aching swollen-headed button while she rises and falls back onto me –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding me. Rubbing against my hand. Delirious. Frantic. Out of herself.

wrap me in violent, repeated contractions as She begins to cum. Each clutch now met with a force of my own, as I explode into her. One hand now on her foreland - fist to the full of her hair - pulling her down onto me, hard, with each hot flooding burst. My low growls are now roars - `` UUUUUUUHHHHHH ... UUUUUUUUUHHHHHH, '' burning into the rachis of her neck, branding her. The bridge player that was between her wooden leg : now clutching her right breast. Smearing it with tender wet cum - mine and hers. Washing over her in a flood of warmth. My lungs fill again with air. She feels my traveling bag - on both her fuzz and her breast - give way, loosen, relax, playground slide.

quiet. I sigh. She falls into me. The feeling of her lying on top of me is satisfing. I am well-off under her. I have no desire to locomote. One of us will break the silence or arrive at the slightest transformation in position. Yes - motley fool that we are - one of us will make a mistake that changes the air in the room.
The variety that always wakes the eternal rest of the world .