So the shower was her refuge, and it would be a perfect refuge if it wasn't so cramped. Every time she turned around, her massive breasts slapped agai...st a wall or against the glass door, reminding her of her unique silhouette. Every time she arced her back to properly wash her hair, her imposing bosom pressed against the shower door, and every movement made her skin squeak against the glass. Jessica sighed. There was no escaping her reality, after all.As she turned off the water, another sound. She looks nasty. Unhealthy. Covered in dirt smears, maybe it’s shit, scabbed knees, infected bug bites, scratched up, with angry red weals on her lower back, sides of thighs and all across her ass. From dog claw marks. Matted greasy looking hair. Her eyes look insane, as she stares at me. How can a human being sink so low?Her head is low, turned sideways, one cheek resting on the backs of her hands. Her hands flattened, pressing the ground. Her elbows are tucked tight against her gaunt ribs.. He could feel the tremors happening in her pussy through the vaginal lips surrounding the shaft of his dick. Eventually, the ripples began to calm down as so did she. He was totally soaked with her wetness and yet to enter her body.Mark stepped back from her body as small ripples passed through her torso; he could see her breasts literally vibrate with the power of the orgasmic waves. He held her up with his hands because her legs were quivering and her knees were useless. Pulled into his. I didn’t really have a particular appearance I was looking for, in fact, of all the ladies I visited it seems that they were all different.I was in my early to mid-thirties, and I never selected a lady older than I, and few my age. Most were younger and one was even 18. This night, I kept passing by a lady that appeared to be close to my age, maybe a couple of years older. Finally, I took the plunge and invited myself into her lair, after having agreed on price for a fuck with a condom.The.