mature sexy hoe
The wind
is being knocked from my lungs and I love it, every minute, I want more,
more, more! It’s too much to keep up for long, and soon he slows, then
stops and we kiss again. I lie with my legs wrapped around him, not
wanting to lose the closeness and the heat inside me. I grind my pelvis
against him. In response, he moves his hips from side to side, the
friction builds and suddenly… “Oh!” A gasp springs from my lips as
orgasm creeps up on me and abruptly hits me full force. To accentuate my
throes, he pulls almost all the way out of me and thrusts back in
forcefully. My fingers dig into his back and my legs flop around
unattractively, but it feels too good for me to be self-conscious. With
him, with this man, with my cunt uncontrollably squeezing his cock, there
is no room for self-consciousness. “Ohhh, darling…” I sigh, finally
relaxing and lying still, breathing heavily. He brushes a wisp of hair
off my forehead and gives me that tender look again. “‘Zat good?” he asks
playfully. “Uhhnn!” I respond. “Good?” “Uhnn!” “Good, huh.” “Ahhh…good.
Real good…mmm” Our lips fall together to kiss again, and I squirm
slightly beneath him to feel the last twinges. “Oh, I’m hot…” he
whispers. “Hot” I remark, running my fingers over his back. “Hot for you,
baby…so hot…” I scratch his back gently and start to move my hips.

She simply nodded her head in reply. The cocktail waitress approached and
smiled as she murmured, “Nice.”

“Bourbon on the rocks, with a twist, please.” commented the blonde as she
smiled acknowledgement of the compliment.

“Break?”, he enquired.

“No.”

He seemed a bit distracted as he broke and made two solids and one stripe.
His turn ended after only one more shot. Their competition was two middle-
aged men who appeared to be business associates. The older of the two went
first and made one shot but missed on his next attempt.

Her partner handed her his cue and smiled. She carefully studied the layout
and crossed to the other side of the table measuring the angle to the pocket.
The six slid dead center in the corner pocket and the cue stayed perfectly
positioned for the following shot. A bank to the center pocket seemed to
impress the other team. Or perhaps it was the view of her breasts as she bent
over the table. One wiped his brow and exhaled most audibly as she continued.