1. Three Choices from an Unsatisfied Wife


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Interracial Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    proceed with the divorce trial. I'll see you one week from today... next Saturday morning.&#034 As I rose to leave, I saw my husband's eyes on my stocking-clad legs above my 4-inch heels most of which were exposed by the short blue dress I was wearing. Being off-the-shoulder, it also exposed a generous amount of cleavage. I was thrilled to see the mixture of desire, worry, and pain in his eyes. =================================== Divorce Trial: Rita It was slightly after 10 PM when I checked into the Marriott Inn on the other side of town. I was giddy with excitement over my new &#034single&#034 status. If that wasn't enough, my pussy was again a raging inferno of female heat from my experiences of the night before. Since I was going to be staying a week, I had five suitcases and had to have the assistance of a bellhop. As luck would have it, the guy helping me was young college student who worked as a part time bellhop and general errand boy on the weekends to help pay his college expenses. I could almost feel his eyes drinking in the undulations of my ass as he followed me to the elevator. Like the previous evening, my inner thighs were getting wet with my excitement. When we reached the room, I held the door open for him as he pushed the heavy trolley with my five suitcases into the room. His muscles bulged as he powered the heavy load into the room with easy... almost like he were pushing around a load of balloons. In his tight bellhop pants and shirt, I could see his ...
    pecs flexing was he lifted the suitcases and placed them on the racks. Each time he bent over, his tight ass was clearly outlined by the tight pants. As he worked, I got on the bed, let my crossed legs both rest on the bed, and leaned toward him while supporting my weight with my extended arms. Needless to say, I wasn't the least bit careful about keeping my dress pulled down. When the guy had finished putting my suitcases on the racks, he adjusted the temperature, and turned toward me. I loved the double, and then triple take, his eyes made. First, they locked onto my nearly totally exposed legs... traveling up and down their entire length while pausing at the top in an effort to see between them. Then, in the second take, his eyes shifted to my cleavage. I could see him estimating the size of my tits. Finally, his eyes settled on the wedding ring on my left hand. By the this time, I could see his tight pants tenting as his bulge grew. &#034Will your husband be joining you, Mrs. Erickson?&#034 He was smooth... very smooth. &#034No. I'll be here by myself for the next week. I hope that I can count on you to take care of me... my needs... all my needs.&#034 His knowing smile made my already enflamed cunt throb even harder. If he didn't take the initiative quickly, I knew I would end up begging him. &#034I don't think that will be a problem, Mrs. Erickson. He began to unbutton his shirt. A shiver ran through my body, and he knew it. When his shirt came off, his muscles literally ...
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