She wanted the proper cock, the cock she had been craving for the last year, the cock she deserves. I stood there and watched as she attempted to take...him in her mouth.. it was a struggle, she could just about get the head of it in, whereas with mine, she can deep throat it without even gagging. She wanted that cock inside of her.. and I wanted to see how well she could take it. So she got the guy to lay on the bed and as she turned around to face me, she started to slide down on him while. That's almost like masturbating. And I would lose the element of surprise. No, I've got to get someone else to call me.Maybe I could put an ad in the paper. 'My cellphone is up my twat. Call me.' And then the number. But then I would have to keep it inside all the time. And maybe some idiot calls me at six in the morning! Yikes! Would have to specify a time. 'Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 6 to 8 pm.' Or I could post it on one of those pages in the internet. That would get an instant. Her pussy drips juices and leaves a wet trail as she drags it up your chest and neck and chin. The sweat has both of your bodies glistening as you move in rhythm together.Your mouth is open and your tongue stiff and extended as you guide her to it. She sits on your face and grinds her burning pussy against your lips as you lap at her and lick her.Your lips grab her labia and suck and pull her lip flaps as she heaves back and forth. She looks down at your eyes and nose as you bury your face. Icouldn’t take my eyes off her. I didn’t notice whenPolly tugged my belt loose and helped my robe fall tothe floor.I figured Sarah is in her mid forties, but she lookedmuch younger. She has large grey eyes that were oglingme with a sensual glint at the moment. She had a strangesmile on her lips that made me think of wolf outside achicken pen. Her blond hair hung in long bangs over herforehead with the rest pulled back in her usual ponytail. It made her look younger.She’s.