I was at her mercy. My limbs had been bound to the bed posts. The restraints weren’t painfully tight, but it was enough to hold me down. Miss Garcia straddled me, her thick thighs brushing mine. She curled down and whispered gently ‘Relax, you are about to enter the bazaar of dreams’. Prior to this bizarre situation, she was somewhat baffled.
‘Mathew, I know you have a strong craving for me. But why? I’m chubby, middle aged and unsocial. Far from an eye candy. So what makes you look at me, I’m curious.’
‘Dammit, you are none of that!’ I yelled back. ‘You’re an adorable woman and I love you for the person you are, regardless of your appearance. To be honest I’m not a popular alpha male either.’
‘Well, people who think that are mutton heads. You’re wonderful if you ask me.’
We had a good laugh together. Instinctively, our lips met in a warm embrace. Her mouth tasted of burnt cigarettes and apricot. Our tongues were wrapped in a wild ecstasy. With a soft smile she asked, ‘Do you trust me?’
My approval had landed me on this bed flat gaziantep grup escort bayan on my back. There she was in her imperfect glory. No gaudy makeup, no glittery aura and no effort to be something that she was not. Her belly was bulging over her waistline. A cute sparkling navel ring peeked at me. The voluptuous sight sent blood gushing through every one of my veins. She tied her dark blonde hair into a tight bun and braced herself on my abdomen.
‘I like to tidy myself up a bit. Sweet Mathew, I want to show you exactly how much your love means to me. Kick back and enjoy the dance’. Her pinky nail was circling around my ribs.
‘Miss Garcia, I…’
‘Sssshhhh…’ the subtle hiss echoed throughout the compact room. ‘It’s Maria from now on, dear. Enough chit chat, focus on me now. Let’s sow the seeds of our relationship. Buckle up honeybun. Here we go!’
I let the submissive situation sink in and thought to myself. My goodness an older woman wedged deep inside me. güneyşehir escort bayan Making sure she locked herself in, a satisfying grin crossed her face. ‘Ah, that’s it’
Her plump hips slowly started grinding my pelvis. Miss Garcia was adept in swirling into a smooth rhythm. Stroke, swerve, wiggle and repeat. I wish I was free. Free to grope those sullen breasts, plough further into every nook and crevice. Oh how I wished to caress every inch of her lovable skin. But, Miss G dictated the terms. She reached back and clutched my pulsating scrotum.
‘I feel like…like the world is in the palm of my hands’, she blissfully exclaimed. Our hearts were racing, I couldn’t hold on. My loins were defenseless. I would surrender to her will in any second
Just as I was about to come, her body gradually swung to a stop. Finally a breather.
‘Did you think I would let you off that easy? This isn’t over, not by a long shot’, Maria commanded. With a sultry smirk, she turned around facing her islahiye escort bayan back towards me.
‘I’m about to rock your world. Ready for round two?’
‘Hell yes’. It could go on for as long as she desired. Swiftly, she plunged into action once more. The agility for a woman her size and age was remarkable. Surprisingly, her buttocks were much larger and heavier than I had anticipated. There was a couple of wrinkles on her hips. Yet, she was beautiful. Her wavy thrusts quickly began to gain momentum. The shark smelt blood in the water. ‘Wahoo!’ Miss Garcia screamed and now began to spank herself along the rampant ride. Every slap sent a ripple through her mighty bottom. With a final imposing thump, the inevitable climax eventuated. The eruption of joy, the feeling of my juices pumping through her turgid flesh felt like a dream. We savored the overwhelming pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure it was.
She panted to a halt, nudging to make sure every last drop was carefully absorbed. A perfectionist. Her aching frame slumped on top of me. The hot and humid day was relentless. Sheer heat had rendered us both a dripping heap of exhausted mass. As she lay with her broad back on my chest, sweat began to trickle down her neck. The thicket of her hair smelt salty and sweet. Brushing my face in her moist golden locks made her giggle. Closing my eyes, I began to inhale the passionate odor that enveloped us.
‘Could you…cut me loose?’
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