A Busty Older Woman Worships The Cóck Of Her Neighbour's Son, And Share Him With Her Friends
I shouldn't crave someone half my age, but that morning, I did.
It wasn’t just anyone. It was Donald, my neighbor’s son. He was twenty years old, fresh out of college, and often walked around like he had no idea what that thick búlge in his shorts could do to a woman like me.
That Monday, I woke up late and aching for something filthy. The sun was already high, its golden rays streaming through my bedroom window and warming my skin. I stretched beneath the silk sheets, every inch of me thrumming with need.
For a woman my age, I still looked damn good. My curves were full and heavy in all the right places. My bréásts were still perky, and my pússy stayed wetter than a July rainstorm.
I let my
