[MF] You’re Always On My Mind…

I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about my Lilburn Cougar quite a bit lately. Hell, I jumped up from a dream she was in just days ago, and I texted her to be sure she was fine.

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Anyway, My Cougar sort of favors the lady in the middle pic, but she has the body of the Redhead that’s busting that pussy open on the couch. As you can see, My Lilburn PAWG is a THICKUM. And now, I can’t help thinking about the barreling action I provided her backside on numerous occasions. I can’t help focusing on how I held her waist and pounded against her sweet holes doggy style. Please believe: she welcomed the bludgeoning so much so that she’d squirt on my black cock even when she didn’t want to. She always told me that she didn’t like letting go the way she often did with me, but I encouraged my dear sweetheart to be herself. I was just caught up in being behind such a part of her sweet frame that I could barely hold on to my sanity. I’d bob and weave in that rump and pull away to avoid the intensity and possible emptying of all of myself into her anal or slit pool. Sometimes I’d pull her over to her back and wreak havoc on that tender clit; that’s what she really needed me for. She communicated that no one ate at her lovely pebble the way I did. And, she’d grow frustrated if I didn’t show that sprouting bud the attention it warranted. I’d nibble on the female erection and be drawn into the likes of, “Maurice! Oh baby, what are you doing to me?” and “Damn, baby!”

I enjoyed pleasing her because most times she had gone through months of dry spells. See, my Lilburn Cougar didn’t sleep around, something I dug and adored about her overall makeup. I just can’t push this obsession I have for her to the forefront of my mind to discard the DAMN naughty thing. She’s like a wheel barrel, and my cum, dick, and mouth are the weeds that are going to be trashed eventually. And since I’m on the subject of disposal, the thick Cougar has jettisoned me from her life presently–something I’m quite accustomed to. She’s fucked at my raunchy endeavors over the years only to retreat into her Cougar Cave for whatever reason. As of now, she claims she has a new man; I never know with her. Or, just maybe she’s hibernating for the rest of the winter. MY LITTLE WHITE CAVE BITCH, just alert me once you’ve sprung from your rest haven in the spring; and PLEASE, PLEASE and another PLEASE (don’t have any cubs in tow)…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8q3hcw/mf_youre_always_on_my_mind