I heard a heightened urgency in her grunts. Don’t think she’ll be texting me this time. Milf sex I hated condoms. I cut the stocking around her head and yanked the soggy panties out of her mouth. I spread one cheek outward and gripped my shaft, aimed it at her brown bull’s eye and speared her like a pig on a spit. I started pulling her clothes off, her thermal top, t-shirt up over her head as she raised her arms, thin tank top next and then the white skin of her bare back was against my chest. I fucked her hard, grinding her into the chair back. Next I balled the panties, so recently wrapping her tender snatch, and stuffed them in her mouth, wrapping another long stocking around her head to keep it in place. Will you come to my place again?”
I drove across town and knocked on her front door.
