“Hi, Gloria how are you? Mac said you’d show me what needed doing.” Gloria Callaghan is a lady I’ve been waiting to get to know more intimately. We’ve chatted a bit at Mac and Rianna’s dinner parties. She’s wearing a beautiful white silk blouse. The curve of her ample bum, just below where her lovely long hair is cut, shows under a black tight-fitting skirt which is about four inches above the knee – quite short. Although her blouse isn’t sheer, I can tell she’s naked underneath – not so firm large tits with erect nipples, surrounded by the faint circles of her dark areolae.
“Hi Andy, thanks for coming so soon, Mac is certainly on the ball.” Her curvaceous behind quivers up and down as she leads me down the passage – the passage of the house not the passage between her legs. I’d like to give her undulating butt a good feel.
I follow her into her bedroom. I can tell it’s her room – very feminine and very expensively furnished.
“I’ve heard all about you from Rianna MacNamara. She told me you’ve got a lovely body, a long hard straight cock which you know how to use to please a lady. Nothing in this house needs fixing except me. I need a good fuck. Get your kit off.” This is not a request!
She says this without a blush and without blinking an eyelid, but she’s smiling. The smile is not seductive, but full of expectation. She unbuttons her blouse, throws it over a chair, unzips the skirt letting it drop on the floor. I go to pick it up and get a snake’s eye view of her naked form. The hair on her pussy goes nearly to her belly button – luxuriant, thick and bushy and red! The insides of her thighs haven’t been shaved.
“Hi Andy, thanks for coming so soon, Mac is certainly on the ball.” Her curvaceous behind quivers up and down as she leads me down the passage – the passage of the house not the passage between her legs. I’d like to give her undulating butt a good feel.
I follow her into her bedroom. I can tell it’s her room – very feminine and very expensively furnished.
“I’ve heard all about you from Rianna MacNamara. She told me you’ve got a lovely body, a long hard straight cock which you know how to use to please a lady. Nothing in this house needs fixing except me. I need a good fuck. Get your kit off.” This is not a request!
She says this without a blush and without blinking an eyelid, but she’s smiling. The smile is not seductive, but full of expectation. She unbuttons her blouse, throws it over a chair, unzips the skirt letting it drop on the floor. I go to pick it up and get a snake’s eye view of her naked form. The hair on her pussy goes nearly to her belly button – luxuriant, thick and bushy and red! The insides of her thighs haven’t been shaved.