1. Affair with a BBW


    Date: 4/18/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Sex Humor, Author: gergawy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    so hot that she had all of the fans on full blast. Her husband had not mentioned that he had put in a work order in the office and she was not expecting anyone. Their kitchen sink had unexplainably lost water pressure, which was making rinsing the dishes and filling the water pitcher a wretched chore. And since Moira's husband did both of these chores on a regular basis, it was not surprising that he had put in the work order before Moira even had time to be sufficiently annoyed by the problem. The fans created a noise just loud enough to drown out the sound of Rylee's knocking on the door. Moira had her long, naturally red hair pinned up in chopsticks as she moved about the living room, fans whispering on her freckled shoulders as she trained her cerulean blue eyes on a particularly pesky sunflower petal she was painting on a large canvas. Before she even knew he was there, Rylee had let himself in with the key, thinking no one home and had entered the long hallway to the living room. It was too late to cover up by the time she looked up and her blues met his greens. She threw down her paintbrush in haste and ran into the bedroom to wrap her nude body in a robe. Moira could not tell who was more shocked by the incident but when she came back out, Rylee had picked up her paint brush, mopped the azure paint off the beige carpet with his personal handkerchief, and was bashfully looking down at the detail of every last fiber of the carpet, his face the color of cherries in a ...
    still life. He was, after all, a full-bl**ded, first generation Irishman and he could grow a blush on his skin like a lake could grow sky on its shimmering surface. She was not sure what to say to him, they were both speechless, and she was wondering if they would never recover from the embarrassment. They began feverishly at the same time. &#034Look, I am really, really sorry about that ma'am. I knocked but...&#034 &#034It's not your fault! I couldn't hear the door...&#034 &#034I swear I knocked, I really did!&#034 he blurted out. &#034Honestly, Rylee, of course you did. I... I'm... so sorry.&#034 &#034You aren't going to complain or anything are you? I should have really knocked again,&#034 he seemed remorseful. He stared at her manicured toes, painted the naturally achievable color of his Irish face, partially hidden by his grimy baseball cap. &#034Of course not. It's no one's fault... look, let's just forget it happened ok?&#034 She smiled at him genuinely and he allowed his gaze to drift up her body wrapped loosely in a pale pink kimono, accenting every enormous, round curve of her lush body. It was that look again, that earnest once over that told her exactly what he thought of her beauty, so unlike his own wife's, waifish, mousy, plain, and petite. Moira was tall, strong, and self confident about her presentation. Her long red hair, pinned up in black, enameled chopsticks detailed with tiny cherry blossoms, and her in a Kimono made him think of an Irish Geisha, though ...
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