Her ass was magnificent—round, firm, high without a single sign of age, flexing beautifully beneath the fabric
Every curve screamed touch me: squeeze the swell, cup the full weight of her tit, trace the line down her spine, slide into the damp heat between her thighs where I knew her pussy throbbed soaked behind the panties tonight.
Her lips were sin itself—upper lip full, lower lip glossy, parted slightly as she breathed, exposing the damp pink gloss beneath her upper teeth.
My mind was doing its own things of how I'd fuck her tonight if got the chance. Images flashed through my mind: —I would rip off that dress, my teeth on her lip until it bled, make her scream as my fingers pistoned into her cunt, feel her walls pulse grip around my knuckles.
