Sharon
Bath Room Sex
Her First Older Woman - Crystal Kats & Sharon
Big Toys No Boys #07
Passionate Partners
I sat down in the chair and turned to face him. My short silk robe barely reached my thighs and slipped off one shoulder. The silk fell between my legs like it wanted me exposed. He watched my fingers move to the collar. They trailed down the neckline, slow, teasing, and then pulled it open with one quick motion. The fabric parted and slipped off my skin, hitting the floor without a sound. My nipples hardened the moment the air touched them. He stared at the line between my breasts and the curve underneath, saying nothing but breathing like a man who had waited too long. My hands moved to my belly, slid lower, the tips of my fingers brushing the small patch of trimmed hair. I spread my thighs a little wider so he saw everything. My pussy lips parted, already slick. I circled my clit once, the pad of my finger pressing light, then dipped down and slipped two fingers inside. The sound they made coming back out was wet and obscene. I brought them to my mouth, licked one, then held the other out for him. He took it between his lips and sucked, tongue working every ridge, tasting me before I pulled away. My other hand cupped one breast and pinched the nipple until it stung. The silk robe remained pooled at my feet. Light from the window fell across my stomach and thighs. He could see every movement when I returned my fingers to my clit, rubbing harder now, the rhythm quickening. I moaned once, low, and leaned back. My cunt glistened under the light, open and wet, every thrust of my fingers showing him how deep I wanted him inside me.
I sat down in the chair and turned to face him. My short silk robe barely reached my thighs and slipped off one shoulder. The silk fell between my legs like it wanted me exposed. He watched my fingers move to the collar. They trailed down the neckline, slow, teasing, and then pulled it open with one quick motion. The fabric parted and slipped off my skin, hitting the floor without a sound. My nipples hardened the moment the air touched them. He stared at the line between my breasts and the curve underneath, saying nothing but breathing like a man who had waited too long. My hands moved to my belly, slid lower, the tips of my fingers brushing the small patch of trimmed hair. I spread my thighs a little wider so he saw everything. My pussy lips parted, already slick. I circled my clit once, the pad of my finger pressing light, then dipped down and slipped two fingers inside. The sound they made coming back out was wet and obscene. I brought them to my mouth, licked one, then held the other out for him. He took it between his lips and sucked, tongue working every ridge, tasting me before I pulled away. My other hand cupped one breast and pinched the nipple until it stung. The silk robe remained pooled at my feet. Light from the window fell across my stomach and thighs. He could see every movement when I returned my fingers to my clit, rubbing harder now, the rhythm quickening. I moaned once, low, and leaned back. My cunt glistened under the light, open and wet, every thrust of my fingers showing him how deep I wanted him inside me.