She’s not even divorced yet, brand new baby, disappointed with men. After 2 days of verbally releasing her frustrations to this guy she just met online, she came to realize it had been 8 months since her beautiful, rose petal-like skin was last touched. Poor, poor thing. How can a woman so beautiful, so sexy, with so much to give, feel so unwanted.
So she leaves the door unlocked, apparently thinking I was kidding when I told her that last line on the last sentence of the previous paragraph, IT’S LIE. I wanted her for me. I come in and without saying a word grab her by her neck and push her against the wall. Her neck tasting better and better with every moan from every lick on every pore, her knees giving out and she’s grabbing onto my arms for dear life. Bent her over the couch, lifted her skirt, ripped her pretty lace panties, make her lick my hand and had those pretty pale buns meet her new daddy’s hand. I don’t remember which was a brighter red, my palm, or her ass. What I can’t forget is the little drip coming out of her pussy after the last good spank.