My Story

He looked deeply into her auburn eyes and saw the person of my lover. Her rounded font matched her larger figure but he did n't mind that. She was a big young lady and he cupped her bombastic breast in his deal as they locked spit on the sofa, her mother in the adjacent way chopping veg oblivious to the masculine hands fondling her daughter in the next room.

He gently yanked at her crimson dress she 'd raddled to her gran 's birthday political party but she grabbed his hand and guided it back to her chest of drawers. She was still frightened of being caught by her mother rutting with her boyfriend on the lounge. He forced his knife deeper into her throat, determined to squeeze himself on her and she relented, her body softened and she lay deeper into the cushion but she still did not feel like going any further.
He moved his hand slowly from her waistline to her bottom. It was large and voiced and it felt like clay under silk cloth in his hands. Her body stiffened and she moved closer towards him as he took his deal down the rachis of her leg to her knee joint and rubbed up and down, up and down.
She then began to cushion again so he rudely took his hand away from her knee and gently but assertively pulled her dress straps off her berm. Underneath the dress was a white-turning-to-grey bra. He pulled the clothes down further, across her flabby waist and up her knack leg revealing a similar distich of panties which his lower waist felt were slightly moist.
He left the clothes at her ankles and began to caress with increase muscularity her beautiful body, pulling at the stretchy bits and guiding his finger around the top of her panty. She exhaled in transport slightly and he knew he had her.
He tugged at the panties, pulling them to her ankles with the dress. She was unshaven yet neat and he traced his pollex at the edge of her renal pelvis, causing a quiet squeaker to lam her lips. Off went the bra. Her nipples were large and erect and they rubbed against his shirt while he was getting even more and more excited by this unexpected luck of popping hers and his own cherry.
He rubbed her mammilla with his pollex until she began to screw up with his shirt buttons out of anticipation or embarrassment for her nudity. Her mum carried on chopping up dinner in the kitchen just around the corner.
She pulled the shirt of his perspiring back and then attacked his jeans, ripping the button candid then the zip down and he eventually decided to force 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 piffling man digging into her thigh, just shy of her vagina. They kissed again, he pulled away from her and then ...