1. Mrs. Freeman sluts around...


    Date: 6/15/2016, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: Tralababalan, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the front of Abercrombie & Fitch's College Tee Shirts had engaged her "cougar" instinct. Matt – if for no reason other than that he was simply there – was to be her prey. * * * At the top of the hour, Marni relieved Matt at the cash registered and he went to the storeroom to clock out for the day. He left the store and paused just outside it. If he went in one direction, he could be in his car and on Lake-Cook Road in a matter of minutes. In the other was Olivia Freeman. A few minutes later, he found himself approaching the Palm, his stomach churning, his knees weak, palms sweaty. * * * Olivia glanced at her watch again. 'Should be here any minute.' She dropped a twenty on the bar and collected her bags. She got herself balanced and was moving toward the door when Matt walked in. The nervousness was apparent in his demeanor. She smiled inwardly: he knew he was being hunted. As the two approached each other, Olivia pretended not to notice him and breezed right on by, her shimmering flaxen hair flowing behind her "Follow me," she said from the side of her sensuous mouth as she passed. Matt stopped in his tracks, momentarily confused, but turned and followed her. He caught up to her about twenty yards outside the Palm. "Walk behind me," she ordered, as though she were Queen Nefertiti. "We can't be seen together." Matt dropped back a few paces and, through his anxiety, admired her swinging bottom. He followed her through the mall, the rhythmic clacking of her heels nearly ...
    mesmerizing him, and into Neiman's and out a side door. Olivia crossed the inner access road and stopped ten cars in at the rear of a silverish minivan. She set her bags on the ground, fumbled around her flap bag and extracted a set of keys, all the while remaining silent. She pressed a button on the key fob and the rear hatch opened on its own. Matt helped her place the bags in the rear of the minivan, stacking them atop a lacrosse stick and a partially deflated soccer ball. Olivia closed the hatch and moved to the driver's door, throwing a "Get in" over her shoulder to the confused teen. As she settled herself in the driver's seat, the passenger door opened. She hit a button on the dashboard and the sliding door to the rear of the minivan slid open. She leaned over and caught Matt's eye. "In back." Matt paused for a moment, his confusion continuing, but he shrugged his shoulders, shut the front door and climbed in back, sitting in the middle of the bench seat. Another press of the dashboard button closed the door, sealing the van's cabin in silence. Olivia put the minivan in reverse, backed out of the stall, and drove slowly toward the outer access road. She stole a glance through the rearview mirror at Matt in the backseat. 'Oh, God,' she thought, rubbing her thighs together. 'I am going to rock this k**'s world.' She paused at the outer access road and, after looking both ways, crossed it, rolling into a remote parking lot. "What's your name?" she inquired, eyeing him again in ...
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