1. He Looked Familiar


    Date: 10/16/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    wriggling her hips, the white shorts abandoned on the floor, leaning over the back of the leather sofa, her plump bottom perched in submissive invitation, spreading her legs and opening her body, craning her neck and looking back over her shoulder, brushing a curtain of hair hanging over her face before lowering her hand between her legs and navigating the swaying column towards her wet opening. Inch-by-inch she eased him inside her wet entrance, nine-and-a-half inches of potent flesh pushing through the pubic jungle, sliding between the sticky flaps and folds, easing in and easing out, wriggling her hips and swaying her bottom in a provocative dance of seduction, two people moving to the persuasion of carnal connection, hard masculine flesh smacking against soft feminine flesh, a union of genitalia slapping and squelching in a fluid interaction of urgent give and take. Plunging in and pulling out with deep determined thrusts, strokes long, deep, powerful and urgent, buttocks clenching and relaxing, thrusting and grinding in a coitus demonstration of reckless passion and unrefined need, fucking like a wild man on a mission to abuse and torture her body, claiming her openings in a ferocious assault, moving from one orifice to the other, every cavity fully explored and exploited, moans and groans and painful cries giving way to pleasure, the summit of impending release hanging on her lips. “Oh yes....Oh fucking yes.... Ohh,” she snorted, through gritted teeth, her urgent ...
    craving for release brushing away any last hope of respectability. “MY FUCKING GOD!!” she screamed, a final blast of undignified filth spilling from her mouth. “Oh, Fuck. Oh, Fuck. I’m.... CUMMING!!..... Ahhhh.... Ohhhh,” she cried, her crude appreciation smothered in the sofa, an overwhelming release sweeping in a tidal wave through a bruised and battered body, a sexually undernourished woman melting into orgasmic bliss, the euphoric smile of a neglected and frustrated woman rejoicing in her moment of orgasmic pleasure. Fucking like a randy bull, his balls erupting in a raging inferno, his hot syrup of life spilling from the single eye, washing the vaginal walls in an endless rain of emotional fluids. After retrieving her shoes and skirt from the bedroom and collecting her dignity from the toilet, a refined and elegant woman walked back into the living-room, glanced into the conservatory, casually lit two cigarettes and poured wine into two glasses. “I haven’t had sex for the last five-years,” she boldly confessed, her voice almost apologetic, as if seeking his forgiveness for her shameless actions. “My husband lost interest in sex on his sixtieth-birthday. That’s the last time he fucked me” she said, forcing a smile that quickly faded, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke above her head. “Even before he lost interest, sex was confrontational, hurried and very disappointing,” she sighed, draining her glass. “I look forward to our next appointment.” she smiled, showing him into ...
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