I can’t keep my hands off my girl.
We’ve been together for a few years now, and by all rights should have settled down to some slower pace, but somehow I end up five and a half inches into her every single day I see her.
A bit of description perhaps. Kathy is in her mid 30s, 5’7″, pale as can be with gorgeous red-auburn hair, and the most beautiful face. She gets off on me objectifying her, so hear the admiration in my words when I tell you she’s got a body meant for fucking. She’s athletic, with nicely toned arms, a flat stomach, and legs built for going uphill. This gorgeous pale white girl has ass for days, only exceeded as perhaps her sexiest physical feature by her boobs.
Kathy’s boobs deserve their own paragraph. I once asked her measurements so I could bring her something nice from a trip I, and she told me she was a 36c. She was not. After complaints of back pain, and a trip to a lovely store nearby, we’ve learned she’s actually 32g. A mere 32f in euro sizing. She’s got boobs that take over any shirt, and the boob / hip / booty ratio of this woman draw stares everywhere we go.