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He felt down to her thighs and calves, surprised and delighted that she wore stockings. Slowly the tail travelled across the upturned face, then began over the mounds of her breasts. Kathy was reminded of the first time she met her mistress, at a bar late one night when her husband was out of town on a business conference. The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Her voice echoed several times until the silence overtook the sound. Chubby Mature The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. Hubby saw a glint of ivory as his wife opened her mouth only slightly. She knew the pleasure points on the familiar cock, and used her tongue to press them. The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. The housewife could take it no longer, and begun to pass out from the brutal fuck. Chubby Mature It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Kathy brought her breasts down to her husband's face, letting the hard nipples slide across his moist lips. The first thing he did was jump, throwing his wife to the side; he assumed she was hurt. The smell of sex and something else drifted about the room. The flickering flame only showed about ten feet in radius and she knew the room below her was very large, in fact larger than the floor space of the house. Chubby Mature Kathy sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit. |