Author: Gabrielle

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

Earlier today I went lingerie shopping because my son’s friend Jimmy was over and I knew by the end of the night he would wind up in my bed. I bought a gorgeous red bra and thong set and I was ready to show it off. But I’m not sure how long it would be on for, because I knew Jimmy was a tit man. I put on my new lingerie set and covered up with a black sheer robe.

While I was downstairs, I reheated some leftovers and made a pot of coffee. Jimmy was downstairs watching TV and came in the kitchen when he heard me down there. He walked behind me, his hand grazing my ass through my rob. He thought he was being sly, but I knew what was on his dirty mind. He wanted a taste of this hot MILF.

Did I mention my husband was away on travels and this housewife was oh so lonely?

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was a rare occasion, but my husband was home and it had been so long since we made love. I love partying with other guys when he’s gone, but sometimes I actually do miss him. I married him after all. But I thought it might be a nice change to punish him from being away so much, so I showed him a sexy video of me fucking a man twenty years younger than me.

Let’s get this video on the road and press play. The video started with me laying down on the bed and Randall on top of me. He had body oil in his hands and started rubbing it on my body. He covered my arms, my tits, working his way down my belly, all the way to my pussy and down my legs. I looked like a beautiful golden goddess.

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was time to treat myself to a spa day. I walked out in short jean shorts, a pink tank top and my summer sandals. My first stop was to get a facial, and then I went to get a mani-pedi. While I was in the nail salon, I was trying to pick my polish color. My color choice was on the bottom shelf and when I went to bend over to see it, one of my tits popped out of my shirt.

Nip Slip!

It would have been okay if it were just me in the store, or just other females, but when I looked up, the manager was staring right at me, and he was male. I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured we could turn this around. I sat in one of the nail salon’s chairs, leaning back, and I was ready for him to start groping at me. His name was Randy, and by the look of him, he was feeling pretty randy in that moment.

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