Titled nobility in the United Kingdom comprises five ranks, which are, in descending order, duke, marquess, earl, viscount, and baron. My title is Baron Robert Sinclair of Cleeve in the County of Somerset. It was created in January 1957 for the businessman and public servant, Robert Sinclair. He served as President of the Imperial Tobacco Company and Director-General of Army Requirements at the War Office from 1939 to 1942 and as Chief Executive at the Ministry of Production from 1943 to 1945.

As of now, the title is held by me, the third Baron. I had since relocated to London with the express purpose of spending large wads of cash and shagging as much rich pussy as I could eat. And armed with my donkey dick, the women lined up dutifully at my door.

Was I vain? Check. Conceited? Check. Idle? Check. Horny 24/7? Double check. If I didn't get laid five times a week I was moody and sour to one and all. Apart from my large appendage, I have some handsome features which usually get me in bed with one hot bitch or another. Life was good for this arrogant so and so and no mistake.

x

The name of one of my favourite watering holes is the Arch Bar, located in the heart of Mayfair, it was a sophisticated location ideal for pre or post-dinner drinks. It had a semi-private corner lounge, which I liked to frequent on nights like this when I had no other plans and fancied trying my luck with a stranger. It was fairly early around eight on a Wednesday and the bar was half empty.

I ordered a Tom Collins: gin, lemon juice, simple syrup, and soda. Time passed slowly and after my second drink, I was ready to give it up as a lost cause when I saw HER. She was one of the most provocative middle-aged women I had seen in a long while. She ordered a Cosmopolitan and sat down on a stool at the bar with her toned legs crossed at the left knee. In her classic little black dress, I could see that she had enormous rounded breasts, and with the top of her dress having a plunging neckline her deep cleavage cast silhouettes on her sternum. She was reminiscent of those voluptuous glamour girls of the 1950s. All natural curves and torpedo tits and no silicone-enhanced surgery.

We caught each other's eyes twice and on the third time, she smiled seductively at me. I actually blushed! Me, the charmer, the lothario and conqueror of hundreds of filthy rich totty. I drained my drink and welcomed the booze trickling down my gullet. I went for it and boldly approached the top-heavy looker.

"Pardon me, but are you waiting for someone, or are you alone?"

Her green eyes bored into mine and she brushed an errant brown lock of hair from her brow. As I stood there she unashamedly looked me up and down, drinking in my manly physique, trim beard, and tight trousers.

"Alone," she answered abruptly. "Sit."

I did so and gave her equal admiration and mentally undressed her. She noted my interest and wallowed in the attention.

"I like the eyes of men on me. I admire being looked at and observed. Take your time."

Very forward, I thought. It's almost a female version of me in a way. At first glance, I thought her to be no more than thirty-five, but the more I looked the more uncertain I was. One sure thing was that she was all woman. A woman who was glad to be female in every sense. This woman would never be seen in jeans or a sweater or flat heels. Only the most elegant outfits at all times would suffice. And the most feminine. She was just my type. Cool, dark, and busty. Sensuous and dangerous at the same time.

"I'm Baron Sinclair. Pleased to meet you."

She raised an impressed brow and nodded.

"Baron? I see. I'm Angela Kensington. Single, rich, and always horny."

My three favourite words I chuckled and reached out to caress her knee. She did not flinch and instead thrust her huge tits at me. Her rack was superb with no sag and with perfect symmetry. I guessed that she must be close to six feet tall and she cut a striking figure as she held herself upright on her stool. Clothed in a dress of flowing black silk, she gave off an almost feline look. Under the dress, her figure was curvy and voluptuous, slim in the waist, and her top-heavy bust thrust out of the neckline. Her hair must have taken hours to prepare and the chestnut locks spanned out past her collarbones in layered waves.

"Is there a Baroness?"

As she looked at me her face exuded a hint of something dark and mysterious. Her eyes were half closed due to the heavy curtain of lashes and her mouth remained parted just so.

"No."

"Good."

"What do you do?"

"Fashion design. I designed this dress for instance."

"Very nice."

"Thanks. I have also dabbled in modelling. Not nude or raunchy mind, more like dress up. Corsets, spiked heels, sexy undies, and silk stockings. I adore silk, don't you?"

"I love silk. So sensual."

"Agreed," she purred as looked around the bar which was now getting busier. "I'm not a cheap tart if that's what you're thinking. I just like male company now and again. There's something about you I like. I have accommodation close by. I would like to go somewhere more private where we might get to know each other better. Are you interested?"

"I'd love to."

"I knew you'd say that."

The intoxicating brunette got up and left the bar with me in tow. She walked with a leonine grace that made my heart skip a beat. The way she held her body erect and proud was similar to my aching cock that hammered at the fly in my trousers for escape. I wanted her badly and I was delirious with desire.

x

After a short taxi ride, we arrived at her palatial abode. The place reeked of money. In the main room the ceiling was high, the walls white panelled and appliqued with gold gilding. The floor was uncarpeted and the wood was polished which made her heels clack as she walked. She let me brood in an armchair as she excused herself. Angela came out of her bedroom in silk lingerie and I wanted her as never before. She still had on her high heels and she clicked rhythmically on the hard floor as she handed me a Tom Collins. She placed the glass in my hand stood in front of me and smiled.

"It's so nice to unwind, don't you agree? As I said I like to be admired by men, especially hunky ones like you."

As she spoke I drank in her outfit that celebrated her curvaceous figure. Black silk bra, silk stockings and suspenders, and G-string briefs, Her hand moved between her stocking-clad legs and she began to stroke her pussy mound with a flattened palm.

"Drink, and under no circumstances must you touch yourself. Understand?"

I shivered deliciously from the drink as the big-titted female pranced up and down before me. She was as sexy as hell in the soft silk that gave off connotations of a vampy kind. Think Joan Collins, Jane Russell, and Dita Von Teese and you get the picture. It was agony not being allowed to cup my package strained in my pants and I crushed my thighs together tightly.

Angela turned side on and bent at the waist while dragging her G-string slowly down the proud flare of her hips and her silken-clad pins, She turned away from me and displayed her beautifully shaped bottom that writhed up and down with a dizzying accuracy. Then she faced me, opened her legs wide and her left hand was buried in her snatch.

As she hopped up and down in her heels she thrust three digits inside her quim and I longed to have my rampant dick do likewise. As she frigged herself with a slack jaw her fingers vanished in her deep cunt. I drained my glass as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra to expose those bodacious curves to my appreciative gaze. She cradled the mammoth jugs in both hands and heaved them close to my face. My cock throbbed with desire as she played with my emotions.

"Yes, I do love to fuck. I love to suck cock. I'm a slut, a dirty bitch. I'm a filthy fucking slut. Let's see what lurks in here, shall we?"

Angela unzipped my trousers to withdraw my cock from the tight confines of my boxers to find that I was rock hard and erect. She grasped my shaft in both hands to wank me off and I lifted up off the seat in relief.

"My word! Big boy, aren't you? Luck!"

She bent her head and let a slow trickle of spit drool down her ample cleavage and once she had made it sticky and wet she fed my rod into her homemade channel and jerked me off with wonderful slides of her tits. She ground on my wick as she lost all sorts of control, obviously loving the sensation of my love truncheon gliding up and down her vortex of fleshy boob folds. It was one of the most pleasurable sexual escapades I had enjoyed in ages.

"You have the most luscious tits I have ever had the privilege to fuck."

"Thank you. They are actually a GG cup size."

Her face beamed delight as she stood up to let those creamy pools of milk quiver and shake. I also stood and we embraced and kissed long and hard. Her well-upholstered chest mashed into mine as I quickly lost my jacket and shirt. My upright pole nudged the inside of her left thigh as I stooped to clamp my teeth into the abundant flesh of her bosom. Angela wriggled uncontrollably as I hungrily slurped on each erect nipple in turn.

"Lovely. Let's go to my bedroom where we can get better acquainted," she suggested in a breathless whisper of lust.

Looking down at her, I watched her wet her lips and the brightness of the lamps highlighted the fierce intensity in the dark depths of her desire. We stepped into the bedroom pretty lively and I watched her lounge on her back on the oversized bed. The entire room was pink. Carpet, walls, bed linen, and drapes. In the softer light, I admired her voluptuousness even more. Again she whispered.

"You may do anything you want with me, Baron Sinclair. "And I do mean anything you want."

Her brazen outlook amused me and I joined her on the bed. I drew circles with my fingers over the curves of her breasts.
In kind, the top-heavy trollop stroked my erection and as she looked into my eyes she smiled at me.

"It’s so big,” she cooed as she understood the magnitude of my outstanding length and girth.

Her delicate fingers danced over my iron-hard shaft and I bucked my hips upwards in anticipation of sinking the pink in her juicy cunt. Sensing my urgency, Angela let her legs fall open and I rolled over and started to kiss up from her knee to her upper thigh. When I got to that tantalizing section where her plump thigh and pussy joined, just above the top of her silk stockings I studied her neatly trimmed triangle of dark brown pubes. The tight curls displayed a fine dew and her visible slit dripped with her sweet nectar.

"Lick me there."

I smacked my lips and she moaned when the flat of my tongue slid up her puffy labia. I circled her mound as I dry-humped the bed and kicked my legs behind me. I delved inside her pink opening and her juices bathed my chin as I lapped on her slit dutifully. She thrust against me and rested her hands on my shoulders when I darted and flicked out against her clit. I had no idea when she had last enjoyed sex but her desperate bucking and groaning gave a hint that it might have been a while. I lashed out at her tiny button sending waves of pleasure throughout her curvy frame. I added two fingers to the equation and fingered her quim as I continued to roll my tongue around her erect clit.

"Baron! I'm...coming!"

Seductive heat emanated from her dripping cunt and her fingers dug into the sheets as spasms rocked her buxom body. Her head shook from side to side and her brunette tresses whipped across her face. I kissed back up her abdomen and boobs as she pulled me into her arms.

"Look, I have a yearning to have rough sex. I want to be thrown on the bed and to have my brains fucked out. Have my hair pulled, and be humped silly by a hard cock."

"Affirmative. I'm going to shag you rotten," I boasted as my thumping erection pressed against her stomach.

"Well, you'd better be bloody good. I do so hate being promised things I don't get."

I felt her left hand guide me to her pussy entrance.

"Holy shit!"

Angela arched against me as I tentatively worked in and out of her sweet muff. When she held onto me tightly I slid in deeper and her arms wrapped around my back and her fingers dug into my skin. Her massive breasts quivered as I bore down on her. Proud of my experience and sexual prowess I stretched out fully and pulled back and then thrust forward with some force. We smacked together and her silk stockings exquisitely brushed against the outside of my thighs.

"Come on! Move it!"

Saucy mare. I pushed in harder and her rippling cunt muscles tightened around my rigid shaft. My balls slapped against her upturned rump and the strumpet began to tremble beneath me.

"Baron! You're so butch!"

Sweat beaded on our bodies as we rocked together in the expanse of the large bed. I panted with the exertion as I plunged deep into the sweetness of her saturated pussy. Sparks of pleasure surged through her each time I buried my dick in her and my pelvis rubbed against the swollen nub of her clit.

"How's that? Okay? Am I fucking you hard enough?"

"Oh, yes! Super!"

I rammed into her and she thrust her hips back at me, sending those huge globes of flesh against my chest. Quickening my pace ensured that she climaxed a second time and as she clung to me, her head thrashed on the silk linen. Her pussy tightened more and more over my rampant cock which throbbed deep inside her.

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I withdrew from her molten cave and rolled onto my back for a breather.

Angela wiped her brow and shook her head as she ran her fingertips over my slick shaft, delighting in how the bumpy flesh felt hot to the touch. I put my hand behind my head and watched as she held my cock straight up and sucked me into her drooling mouth. She nodded her head as she hoovered me in with audible slobbers and yummy sounds.

Having such a generous girth meant most women were unable to gobble all of my length but Angela gave it her best shot. When she took me in as far inside her mouth as she could manage, she opened her mouth wide and let oodles and oodles of spit rain down my shaft to my scrotum. She was fucking good but I didn't want to blow just yet.

"Get on your knees," I instructed in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Do anything you want," she repeated and I spat in my palm and bent over her back as I lubed up her asshole.

"I'm going to ass fuck you," I whispered in her ear as I fingered her anus and back passage.

I leaned back and looked down at her quivering rump and could not resist swatting both cheeks with my open hand. Angela twittered as a result and she spread her legs even wider. I ripped the tops of her stockings in a moment of wild abandon as I scrutinised her winking starfish. I spat on my bell end and with a shift of my hips I wedged the head of my cock between her cheeks and pushed in slowly. With my hands on her childbearing hips.

I had experimented with anal before yet the way Angela's cheeks divided with relative ease was a revelation. It's extraordinary with anal sex in that once one penetrates the sphincter, the follow-through is surprisingly easy. I breached her with a jerk and she gasped as her sphincter gave way for me. Not only that but the pussy of the stacked bitch gushed like a broken tap!

I drew back, thrust in, pulled back, thrust in, pulled out really slowly, and then pushed back hard. Anal sex was astonishingly arousing. She let out gasps and whimpers as her wide hips swayed and shimmied as she met my strokes with relish. I was transfixed at how my large organ slid in and out of her stretched anal ring. Angela hugged a pillow as I pumped her as she made high-pitched squeaks in time with my relentless battering of her bottom hole. I was particularly proud of myself as I settled into a routine of seamlessly driving penetrations, lunging up a loping rhythm of measured strokes up Angela's bum.

Squeezing her hips I incessantly bored open her puckered hole rose-hole and we enjoyed a buoyant rebounding bump at the end of each thrust. I gave her a few spanks on her rear end and her tits bounced and jiggled from the sheer force with which I shagged her. I could feel her ass muscles clenching as her pleasure coursed through her. Do females have bum orgasms? Angela appeared to cream my dick as her anal passage gobbled me up.

"Bastard! Fuck me!"

Angela hissed as I fucked her steadily, and I used my fingers to glide over her moist skin, dappled by mine and her perspiration. My big log of a cock was stretching her asshole out as my thick girth was embedded in her rear pipe. She shrieked as I gave her several more smacks across her behind, and I chuckled as her cheeks rippled from the sharp strikes.

"This...is...wonderful! So...fucking...good."

I was fucking her now with fast, almost brutal stabs of my rock-hard cock, and she made tiny pleas of more in a voice that rose with her increasing elation.

"I'm...fucking...coming!" she yelped, each stammered word punctuated by my deep thrusting.

I remained inside her shitter and as my hips slapped against her with audible smacks, she climaxed. As did I, and my exploding cock splashed ropes of cum up Angela’s bowels. By this time I was incredibly deep inside her and as I pulled out, a stream of cum and her secretions teemed out both of her nether holes. Angela stuffed some Kleenex up her leaking orifices and regarded me with some interest.

"Most enjoyable, Baron. Top-notch sex. I think it fair to say that we both like a bit of kinky fun, don't you agree?" My dick was still throbbing from our anal tryst and I agreed with the fat-chested cow wholeheartedly. "So if I asked you if I may do anything with YOU, would you say yes?"

"Naturally. Fire away."

"Oh, I shall, Baron Sinclair. I shall."

x

The next time we hooked up was about a month later at her palatial abode. The voluptuous vixen had taken the opportunity to invite a girlfriend of hers. Tina was an exotic-looking filly of Indian origin with an amazing tan complexion, magnificent tits, and a sultry voice. He looked forward to shagging her brains out in due course.

"Make yourself comfortable, Baron."

I sank into an armchair and regarded the much more buxom Angela whose mini dress could not conceal her womanly shape. Her legs flowed into full hips which swayed most enticingly when she trod on the floor on high heels. This unique combination of beauty, elegance, and sensuality made me shift in my seat.

"Drink?" Angela offered me a scotch which I accepted gladly. "Good sex is something I crave enormously, and I have been lucky enough to have found excitement and fulfilment on numerous occasions."

I could only guess at her meaning but the addition of Tina promised much. The younger of the two stayed mute but began to slowly strip out of her print dress. Angela continued her monologue.

"I was schooled privately and with some strictness. Back in my time, there was always a cane on hand for 'correctness' which continued until I was nineteen." The top-heavy minx shimmied out of her dress to reveal her silk stockings and suspender belt. "As I matured so did my attitude to physical chastisement. I discovered not only did I wallow in being spanked with my knickers down, the admonishment would give me wicked gratification, but I conceded that I enjoyed dishing out corporal punishment."

I gulped down my drink and returned the now naked vixen's gaze, unsure how to react to her admissions. However, my excitement was mounting by degrees. She nodded to Tina who stepped over to where I was seated and unceremoniously undid the zip of my trousers and yanked down my boxers to unveil my sizeable erection. My larger-than-average cock with the flared glans rearing from my foreskin was in full view and raring to go.

"Nice start," thought I as I unbuttoned my shirt and settled back in the chair with my arms cradled behind my handsome head. "This is the life."

I was aware of the famous Kama Sutra but I had never had an Indian in my bed before. I looked on with some amusement as the sultry maiden explored my bare upper body with her slender hands and fulsome lips. Her flowing black hair brushed my chest as she massaged my thighs and abdomen. My dick thrust up hard as iron as I glanced at torpedo-titted Angela in her silk stockings and naught else strumming her slit as she watched.

"Good, isn't she?"

No complaints from me lady, as the busty vixen joined in and enveloped my rock-hard boner between the valley of her enormous tits. I grinned inanely as she gave me an exquisite tit fuck with my dick smothered by her superb boobs. My knob emerged from the top of her decolletage as she drove my rampant organ through her fun pillows. As I was thus pleasured I was unaware of the Indian filly moving behind my chair with a pair of leather handcuffs.

"Will you do anything we want, Baron?"

"Sure. I'm game for a laugh."

"Splendid."

The next thing I knew was my wrists being cuffed above my head and attached to the propped-up upper part of the chair. With my arms fixed in this position, Angela secured my ankles to the two front chair legs so that my legs were parted two feet wide. My balls dangled in a quite vulnerable state and my hard bobbed up and down unattended.

"Ladies? Is this some sort of Indian thing?" I asked perplexed.

They both smiled at me as I sat there immobile, with cock jutting up in the air, and with my hairy pits in full view. I unconsciously slid to and fro on my bottom as I watched Tina tip a bottle of viscous oil into her palms. She liberally covered my body, thighs, and groin in the sticky stuff and I gyrated in frustration at the lack of contact with my love truncheon.

"Tina is fully schooled in the art of specialised massage therapy. She specifically targets certain known areas that can pleasure men and accentuate their virility."

She was certainly hitting the spot as more massage oil was poured into my bum crack, oozing out and over my tight asshole and dripping down onto my scrotum. My nostrils flared as oil, silk, and the delirious scent of the young Indian girl got me going. My dick ached for attention but I was neglected in this one area. My eight inches virtually pressed up against my lower stomach in my pronounced arousal.

"How are you liking it so far, Robert?"

"Interesting. Can either take pity and touch my willy?"

Angela obliged by merely using the back of her right hand to rub my shaft and tease my helmet. Her large bosom jiggled and sweat prickled my brow as I well and truly felt second best for a change. I wondered what the busty beauty had planned and I felt a frisson of a thrill run up my spine.

"Tina?"

I turned to see the tan lovely from India hold up what looked like a ten-inch long colourful peacock feather. I twitched in my seat, totally unprepared for what might happen next. Angela took the decorative item touched the point of the feather to my scrotum and tickled my vulnerable testicles sharply. I let out a squeal of surprise and convulsed in abject ticklishness. I immediately tried to close my knees together but having my ankles deliberately parted prevented me from any protection.

"Ang...ho!"

The wicked cow ran the feather along the length of his upstanding erection and I thought I might ejaculate there and then. She chuckled as she used the feather to tease my shaft and to run delicious circles around my sensitive glans. She ruthlessly flicked at my swollen balls and that no-go area just beneath my widely parted legs and between the buttocks.

"You fucking bitch! You're driving me mad!"

"That was the general idea, my dear Baron."

Sweat mixed with the aromatic oil and I found myself in a permanent state of sexual frustration. I screwed my eyes up and grimaced from my sweet seduction as Angela twirled the feather and gently stroked my pulsating prick. She handed it off to Tina who tickled and teased my stiff organ relentlessly. Both of the naked females watched my dick jerk in response as I yearned to be fondled and touched by hand or mouth.

The exotic girl knew exactly what she was doing as she rose from my root towards the tip. The soft feather caressed my member with a subtle kiss, barely touching, but nevertheless sending sublime bursts of ecstasy through my loins. She made the feather dance upwards towards my smooth cock head and my hips thrust back and forward as my shaft felt ready to erupt. I had reached such a point that the merest contact with a person would probably make me ejaculate.

Angela ran fingertips across my abs as I was suspended on the brink of orgasm. She opened her mouth and breathed warm air on my staff. Finally, she relented and grabbed me at the base and wanked me ten to the dozen. It was more than enough. With an animal scream, I released my cum in far-reaching that arced upwards and splattered the fat-chested bitch. My climax was intense and gratifying and as I continued to spurt my sticky frame was wracked by the overpowering sensations of elation. This was exactly what the girls had planned, and they congratulated each other in a lingering and deep French kiss.

x

I was duly uncuffed and led by the despicable pair to the pink-decorated bedroom where I had the privilege of shagging Angela not too long ago. I felt a tad weak and I went along willingly to the bed upon which I fell gladly. As I was face down, the naked ladies ogled my taut backside and bum crack at their leisure. For a minute I suspected they might use the feather to play with my buttocks, but they had a more dramatic plan in mind. They both proceeded to spank my bottom together, smacking me over and over with two pairs of flattened palms. I jerked and dry-humped the bed as my upturned exposed bum was targeted with precision swats.

"Good lord, you two!"

"You do have a nice bottom, Baron," said an admiring Angela as she separated and kneaded my glutes.

I gasped two searching tongues probed my rear end and testicles as I stayed face down on the bed. Either one nibbled and bit into my musky balls from behind, slurping and bathing them with copious amounts of spit. I groaned with unbidden lust, and my dick began to come back to life. My huge cock pressed into the bed as one of them buried her tongue straight up my poop chute. I was back to full mast now and I demanded pussy!

"Right, you two. Stand by your beds!"

I gripped Tina by her wrist and tossed her onto her back on the bed. I jerked my dick a few times as I drank in her exotic body and long black hair. Without further ado I gave her my full length and immediately started rocking back and forth, pinning the sultry beauty to the mattress.

"Fuck her, Baron. Fuck her for me."

Angela was obviously getting off on seeing her Indian friend get stuffed with a big cock right in front of her. I had no idea of their history and I made a mental note to discover more someday. Having been teased and denied I was in no mood for foreplay and I drove my cock into Tina as hard and as deep as I could! She was so tight, so warm, so fucking wet. Her calves rested on my shoulders with her knees crushed against her breasts. As her feet were pushed over her head, the dusky girl writhed and twisted with her legs straight in the air around my neck. Thus far the girl hadn't spoken a word but now she let out pants and groans as I pistoned in and out of her.

"Don't forget your hostess."

I heard Angela shuffle onto the bed and I pulled out of the young girl and laid back. The stocking-clad MILF mounted me and slid my throbbing cock into her pussy and held it there. I reached out with a wicked grin and smacked each of her mammoth boobs alternatively.

"Bad girl, bad girl!" I chastised her for my rude treatment earlier. "Come on then, you fucking slut. Do the honours."

With a loud gasp and a swish of her long hair, Angela forced herself and engulfed every inch of me. Quite a task I can tell you. Our bodies slammed together with loud claps as the cock hungry bitch bottomed out! She rode me and began grinding her hips as I pawed at her bouncing tits. She thrashed like a rodeo bronco as she wantonly let herself go.

"Horsey! Horsey!" she yelled to my amusement.

Together, we were building a rhythm and I reached out to thumb her clit. I increased the pace of my upstrokes and her juices flowed out of her pussy onto my balls. Her eyes rolled back as she began to tremble and shake. I could feel the intensity of her orgasm ripple through her cunt and as she climaxed the muscles in her toned legs flexed and her huge globes of flesh heaved as she spasmed over and over.

"Oh my goodness, Robert, That was amazing!" she uttered as she rolled away satisfied.

Tina was on all fours by our side and with one stroke I was buried inside her to the hilt. I held her tiny waist as I banged her and my balls hit her cheeks with some force. My rampant tool was suitably slick from my cowgirl rut with the older woman and I drove in and out of the Indian babe effortlessly. Angela knelt by my right side and I leaned back just far enough to kiss her.

I continued to slam into Tina's perfect brown bum, keeping a firm grip on her waist. Her head dipped as my huge cock entered her steadily, a throbbing mass filling her with sweet bliss. I was hot and flushed now and soaked with sweat. Angela affectionately stroked behind my ear as she watched my turgid dick vanish and then re-emerge from her young friend.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," I blustered and pulled back, and splattered the huge jugs of the grinning MILF.

I closed my eyes with satisfaction as I gushed my seed all over her heaving bosom. I fell back and the women lay on top of me as we panted and giggled insanely.

END