She is an ordinary 48 year old working woman with a slightly wrinkled face and pale violet eyebrows, and a slightly serious and gentle look in her eyes.
Her teeth are notably violent and unruly, and her figure is 1.65 meters with a plump figure, walking with a bulging buttock.
This description is the prey of many who are not sexually attracted to her. For me, however, this is the perfect plain, mature babe for sex and fantasy.
She was a waitress at a restaurant, and I was a friend of the owner. We got to know each other well after visiting each other from time to time.
She likes to talk about her life, she is sad and sentimental, after the end of an unhappy marriage, she needs to work part-time to support her own life, alone, although there is a lot of bitterness, but she is really a strong woman.
After learning so much about her, I would occasionally show her care and concern when I visited her.
I would put a shrimp in her bowl, and buy her an extra gift when I brought her one, but all of these could not be shown in such a way that people in the restaurant would think too much of her.
But you can’t let the time go by without making progress, and you can’t be overbearing, so create opportunities when you can.
When we were all drunk, a friend suggested a sing-along, and the group of four men and five women got ready to head out with a drink in their mouths.
I creeped to the restroom, threw up once, and came back to find myself alone in the dark restaurant.
It seems they had gotten so drunk they forgot I was there when she appeared out of nowhere.” They say you’re the king of shit and they don’t want to wait, so they told me to wait for you and take a cab.
It seemed like a good opportunity, and I said, “What a friend, it’s the dog.” She laughed, and I said, “Well, you go ahead, wait for the wine to go down, I’ll drive home, I’m not singing.”
I looked at her eyes, and she seemed to agree that she was tired and didn’t want to stay up all night.
We made tea and sat on the sofa, and said a more relaxed topic. I’m not sure if I have a bad habit of chatting about sex on QQ.
I laughed and said, “You’ve recently dyed your hair, have you dyed it all over your body?” She listened and her right hand dropped over.
She heard the right hand came down, probably because of the wine, she lost focus did not hit, but the upper body on my thighs, the thick two Duo flesh, so pressed.
Quickly she crawled up shyly, “You, bad, eat the old woman’s tofu,” she said.
“I didn’t, you were the one who was hungry.”
And so the two of them were talking to each other.
Slowly, there was more physical contact.
When I felt it was time to act, I boldly took her hand, looked at her and said.
“Let’s go rest, my cock is too hard to stand.” She blushed for a moment, not in anger, but in shame, and said
“You’re so young, why would you want an old woman like me!”
I knew she should have said yes, but my grip on her hand got tighter.
I called my friend with the other hand and said, “I’m too tired, I’m on my way home”.
After that she had an uncertainty in her eyes, how could this be?
I kissed her right away, and although her lips only touched, her whole body was not as insistent as before.
Then I told her to lock the door, and went to the car, and went straight home.
There was not so much talking in the car as there had been before, and it felt like the two of them were getting their breath back in preparation for the ensuing bed fight.
The scene arrives at my house, the door is closed and the two look at each other lovingly.
This middle-aged woman I have been aroused by the wild, pulled her to the bedroom, listening to her rapid breathing sounds, I can no longer endure that strong desire, a mouth on the tongue to feel her violent teeth touch.
When my hand touched her pussy, she pushed it and said she wanted to “wash her pussy”. I said, “Then let’s take a shower together.”
With her clothes off, I was attracted to her full breasts, which were a symbol of maturity for a young girl, with their brown areola and large, pointy nipples that looked like black dates.
She was very hairy and her pubic hair was so thick that it mirrored the wild beauty of her private parts. I was anxious to wash her and then we lay down on the bed and caressed each other.
I was rubbing and nibbling her two big nipples, and she was moaning and grunting from time to time.
With one hand she touched my back, the other gently caressed my balls with her fingertips, occasionally touching my stiffening penis.
Then I moved down to the labia with one kiss after another.
The two thick black pussy lips, the protruding clitoris, and the fact that she was already wet with sticky saliva, did not smell bad.
I stimulated her pussy with my fingers, slowly, staining her body with louder and louder deep sobs.
I thrust.
The hot tide was lubricated by the juices, and the penetration, although not as tight as that of a young woman’s, felt like a vibrating sensation in the head with each thrust.
She didn’t just let me swing, her legs between my ass shaking, and then she was on top, rocking as hard as she could, the sound of flesh snapping and popping.
We were both sweating profusely, and I’m not sure what happened afterwards.
The whole process was indescribably pleasurable and ended with a puddle of her saliva on the bed.
After that, we continued to get along with my friend as we always did, except that we met more often to have sex with each other when we felt like it.