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The Busty Hooker

Date: 5/21/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: Reddead2010, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

pancakes, it didn’t really do it for him. As he built up a rhythm, he was already thinking about Rosie. Thinking about those massive tits in his face, his cock in between them, fucking her jugs. His wife made almost no sound as he fucked her, it was always this way. But Jon’s mind wasn’t on his wife. In his mind he was shagging Rosie, her huge tits bouncing against his chest. He thought about Rosie sucking him while he groped her tits, and then spurting all over her boobs. That thought was too much for him and he erupted into his wife, a big smile on his face. As he rolled off his wife, she immediately got up and went to the bathroom again to shower. Jon sat back in bed, smiling to himself. He had really enjoyed his short time dancing with Rosie. Damn she was sexy. Shame, he would probably never see her again… And yet here she was! Rosie closed the door to the apartment. “Shit! Mr Douglas, oh my god. Seriously, you mustn't tell anyone,” she pleaded. She looked really worried. “No, of course not,” Jon mumbled. He couldn't take his eyes off Rosie. She looked stunning. She wore a black and red matching bra and panty set, with black stockings and suspenders, and black high heels. The bra must have been one or even two sizes too small, meaning her tits were all but spilling out. Every time she made a slight movement they jiggled. “Oh god. I need to sit down,” Rosie sighed. She moved down the corridor to the living room, Jon followed her. Jon stared at her arse as she wiggled ... her way down the corridor. Her arse was so perfect, so curvy; it reminded Jon of the Brazilian girls he had seen before. Everything on this girl wiggled or jiggled. Rosie sat on the sofa, again covering her face with her hands, embarrassed. Jon sat next to her. “You okay?” he asked. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to go. I can’t see you,” she said. “What? Come on, why?” Jon replied. “Because, come on, I can’t let anyone find out about this,” she said, shy again. “It’s ok, really. I have just as much to lose if anyone found out I had come to see you, you know? “You mean your wife?” she asked. “Yeah, exactly, it wouldn’t do me any good either,” Jon said. “She was a bit of a bitch at the wedding, wasn’t she?” she laughed. “Yeah, I’m so sorry about that,” Jon replied, laughing too. Rosie giggled. “She doesn’t look like your type really,” she smiled. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I can tell what sort you really prefer, busty young women, right?” she giggled. “You got me,” Jon replied. They both giggled again, the awkwardness was gone now. Jon took advantage of this fact by putting his arm around Rosie, and quickly working his hand down to her arse. “There’s those wandering hands again,” Rosie grinned. “Come on Rosie,” he said, groping her arse with one hand, holding her hands together with the other, “You’re not going to make me walk out of here with a hard on, are you?” He placed Rosie’s hands in his lap, so she could feel his ever hardening cock through his trousers. “You have to ...