My eyes watched as my cock twitched and jumped and began hardening like I was a teenager again!She then began at the root of my dick and began sucking... biting and licking every trace of our coupling from my flesh and into her lips. By the time she reached the tip, there were new drops of semen pooling in the slit of my cock that she coaxed into long strands with the tip of her tongue. She had me moaning and begging!So she stood up (when did she kick off her shoes and stockings..?) and. Until my eyes focused well enough to see her drop her night shirt in the hamper. All thoughts of protest died right then and there.Yeah, there are some extra pounds and curves to her. She is a real woman. She is not a centerfold that has been airbrushed and photoshopped to the point that even Mom would not recognize her. I watched as she first undid the long braid that held her blond hair while she slept. Each movement of her hands and arms caused her big breasts to swing in a lurid dance. I could feel the heat from her warm mouth, as she rubbed her cheeks against my scrotum, then her tongue and st last I was in her mouth, her lips pressing hard against my own pubic hair, she was deep throating me, and her tongue doing little circles on my tight balls.My knees buckled, I could not stop it cumming, and she knew it, as she reached down to her own 37 C human oven and withdrew the bratwurst, guiding my semen onto it like it was mustard or ketchup, and while I hung limply in front of. I was once told that if your woman didn’t look like she was in the middle of an exorcism, you weren’t doing it right. Well, here was the proof. I was, indeed, doing it right! Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, her heaving breasts were flushed and her spasming cunt was rewarding me with a mouthful of her musky cream. “Now, my lady, I am willing to submit to your every desire. I am at your service!” I said as I extricated myself from the prison of her thighs. Panting heavily, she replied,.