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Em 5-6 minutes 3/23/2022

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I wish I hadn’t wasted time on her sink.

Maria was too mature and too well established to lust after younger men. Her husband, a famous architect, provided her with the luxuries she asked for: a nice house, a sports car and a German SUV, a designer closet, and expensive jewelry. Unfortunately, he was never home to meet her intimate needs.

When they first met the sex was great, nothing fancy but Maria enjoyed it. Over time it fizzled out. Unlike her, he wasn’t blessed with a high sex drive. She craved sexual adventure, and that’s where I fitted in.

I was able to satisfy her deepest desire and free her suffering body from the pain of lust.

“The broken sink is in the kitchen,” she told me when she opened the door. Her hair was wet from the shower she just had taken. The freckles revealed her age. Unlike other women her age, she didn’t use tons of makeup to hide it. I was impressed by her natural beauty. Maria was old enough to be with my dad, if wasn’t chasing chicks half his age. I couldn’t imagine her as a mother after our savage sex.

“What’s the problem?”

Her eyes lingered on my strong arms that were built by the physical labor. “Well, the sink is dripping.” She showed me. When she kneeled, I couldn’t resist looking. Her low-rise jeans seduced me. Was that a thong…

“Don’t you want to have a look at it?” She turned around. I tried my best not to blush.

“Yeah, sure, let me check.”

“Are you alright?”

Her perfume flirted with me. It was fresh, fruity, but still bitter enough to suit her.

The sink was alright, the joints just needed tightening. While I was on my back, she stood across the kitchen, and we talked. It was light, pleasant, but I couldn’t help myself. My eyes were drawn to her low pants that showed off her flat stomach.

“What are you doing outside of work. Sports?”

I shook my head.

“Girls?”

I smiled.

“Guys?”

“No, definitely not.” I moved out of the cabinet.

“I’m just joking. I can tell by the action in your pants that you’re not into guys.”

“Sorry, I…” I hadn’t even realized I was getting hard. I stared at the erection that lifted my jeans. I couldn’t remember a time when I was that hard before. My excitement made me forget where I was for a moment.

“Don’t be sorry,” her voice brought me back into reality. “I am kinda horny too. If you have time, we could help each other out.” She walked across the room. Her heels made the floor vibrate. “What do you think?”

She gave me her hand and I stood up, my crotch throbbing.

“Don’t be shy,” she whispered. “I like it rough.” I watched her jeans falling to the floor, and my eyes locked on the lacy thong that covered her dripping pussy.

“Touch me,” she said, and I started rubbing my fingertips against her panties. A smile ended our kiss.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“I said, I liked it rough,” she answered, and turned around to lift one leg onto the kitchen counter. “Take me from behind.”

I played along, stroking my pulsating dick that had doubled in size already. The thong separated her gym-honed butt checks.

“Don’t be too gentle.”

My hand fitted perfectly around her neck. Pulling her hair made my balls tickle before they smashed against her taut butt cheeks. My fingers found her nipples to poke. Her medium-sized tits hid underneath her bra that I pulled up before I took her shirt off.

“Is that what you like?”

She couldn’t answer.

“Answer me,” I heard myself yell. My fingers fitted into her mouth, while my dick was pounding her hard.

She sucked my fingers, three at a time. I watched my penis disappear in her wet slit. Spreading her legs wider offered me access to her clit. I didn’t spare the time to play and started rough, rubbing up and down at a higher speed.

Her eyes closed. I could tell she was about to erupt when her head fell back and her mouth opened to scream out the tension that had possessed her body.

She squeezed her cheeks together, making it harder for my shaft to move. The more she squeezed, the harder I pounded. We wrestled. I placed my hand on her chest to keep her down while putting more space between us to thrust deeper.

My victory was a porn-like squirting orgasm that robbed me of my senses. She spilled on my dick and covered my lower abs.

“Keep on going,” she said as her resistance dropped.

I fucked her without holding back, like a savage animal, only to give her another orgasm and shoot my milk up her dripping pussy.

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