Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Why? And also a dreamy look. Is she a voracious consumer of sex? A dreamy look that would lend a lecherous and interesting dream? It looks like a lecherous and interesting dream, I must say. I was attracted to her. Vaguely, yet penetrating. Looking at the beautiful face she bore, almost as if she was an artist. Without the benefit of dreamy looks, I had to understand her. I did. Her mannerisms and body language spoke of a yes. Her neckline was delicate and curved, almost as if it were carved into a cherries of a certain age. Her breasts were pushed forward. My heart raced. She spoke of her desires without ever mentioning them. If I looked at her and simply looked at her mouth, I might be able to see her desire without her sharing of it. Her flesh was shining and soft. Filled with a light fragrance that seemed to emanate from her lips. But most of all, her eyes spoke of her utter enjoyment and freedom.
She stroked the length of my torso, gently touching my skin, running her hands lightly over my body, gently kissing my breasts. I moaned softly against her lips. Vaguely, but the smell of her perfume lingered in my ears. She swiftly returned my kisses. Grasping my breasts with both hands, she forced my hips toward her mouth. Without a word, she closed her strong lips around my ear and began to kiss and tease me. Deeply personal and sensual in tone. She told me how she felt about the need to share me. How she knew I wanted to be in her possession. How she was sure I could find just the right man to become my slave. I was so afraid. So, she promised. And she warned me that any man I pledged myself to would only possess me for me. So I agreed. It was a fight we soon entered, and I won, becoming her submissive, for the taking.
All the way. Her back was turned. "Spread your legs further," she said quietly. Another fight broke out. We traded blows almost on the point of tears. In the end, she was too much. She lifted her leg and let it rest over the edge of my couch. When she raised her leg, I kept my eye on the floor for a moment. Then I pulled my kneeout, and bring my knee up, meeting my hand in the air. Again, she landed a knee on my thigh. Then another. Then another. I was attacking in rhythm. Each blow seemed to reach just an inch. The pain was exquisite. I could feel the welts forming on each cheek..
A friend of her son.
The famous Nude Fight Club at it's best!
Carla and Destiny these two hot grannies in this clip getting it hot and sizzling.