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Still feeling a bit self-conscious about my appearance, I was very glad that he didn't insist on turning on the lamps. In the dark, with only his words in my ear, it was easy to believe I was young, beautiful and sexy and my body responded in kind. Drunk Old Pussy As his hands traced the curves of my breasts, waist and hips, I sighed and felt my knees grow weak. My arms were looped loosely around his neck and I turned my face up to his, aching for the feeling of his lips on mine.
Bryan did not disappoint me. His mouth moved smoothly across mine; tasting, teasing and nipping before sliding across my jaw to a very sensitive spot just below my ear. I didn't realize at first that there was music playing somewhere in the background and finally recognized the sound as coming from my clock radio. It was programmed to play at night while I tried to relax enough to drift off to sleep and now soft jazz floated from the speakers. Drunk Old Pussy The music told me that it was actually later than I thought and made me wonder just how much time we'd spent sitting on the patio. Then his hands traveled down my spine and over my ass and my attention immediately snapped back to what was happening now.
"God, your ass is so amazing!" he exclaimed while squeezing it firmly. "I can't wait to fuck it."
That statement took me aback but I passed it off as a comment made in the heat of passion and not something he'd actually follow through on. Drunk Old Pussy I let my fingertips brush over his shoulders and chest, dropping down to his nipples and noticed they were already hard. When he pushed me back towards the bed, I didn't resist and fell to the mattress with my arms and legs spread wide, eagerly awaiting whatever it was he wanted of me.
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