Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Everyone in our sweet southern town already knows I cheat on my husband. Women often joke that when I come around, it’s time to lock up their husbands. Jokes on them, though, because I’m sick of married men. I’ve had my fun with them, but I’m tired of older men in general.
The young sluts can listen to the grip about knee pain and backaches. This cougar is on the prowl for fresh new sex meat. The women in town better start locking up their sons because that’s who I’m coming for now.
Cougar On The Prowl
I want those strapping young boys who have lots of pent-up energy. The ones whose cock stays hard even after he’s just cum and doesn’t need half an hour and a whiskey to stand back up. I’ve decided the best place to find my next yummy treat is the basketball court in the center of the town square.
I’ve seen all the sun-soaked, sweat glistening, hard bodies hanging out down there. I’ll pull on my tight yoga pants and tiny little sports bra, making it look like I’m doing yoga in the grass. Bending and stretching, really, I’ll just be getting ready for the marathon fucking some hot young boy is fixen to give me.
Soon, when my ass is high in the air, the thumping sound of the ball being dribbled will stop. Whistles and catcalls of confident young men will reach my ear. I’ll look over my hip and send a sweet little wave. It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet, and I only need to fill my plate.
“Come and get it, boys!”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270