Oh MY GOD. Oh GOD. Oh GODDDD.’ He couldn’t have made more than a half dozen strokes before I was crazed with lust. This man who I thought was a b...oy was fucking me and making sure that I stayed fucked. I came. I came harder than I had ever cum in my lifetime. And still he plundered me. The power of his strokes increased. I was climaxing again. It didn’t matter to him. His strokes became stronger, more brutal. I was screaming. Every time I came, I screamed again. I don’t know how many times I. It’s your pussy now, Baby. It needs you so bad,” I moaned softly as I kissed my sexy chocolate husband.“Whose pussy is it? Say it louder, Chizzy!” My husband commanded.“It’s your pussy, Makuo. Feel how wet it is for you, how hungry it is for you.” I said in a strong tone. My pussy tightened around his thick tool and I milked him. Grabbing and stroking him with my tight snatch only elevated my craving. Makuo gripped my ass hard, just the way I like, and I rocked up and down on his meaty pole. My. I couldn t get the old man out of my mind, i was turned on that my Bob wanting to fuck the girl but it was the old man that was really making me have naughty thoughts my heart was racing and my pussy was throbbing for him anyway we pulled up to the resturate and we all got out. We order our food and drinks i really wanted to get drunk so was ordering doubles it was all going great the music was good the food was great and everyone was enjoying themselves. My plan what i always wanted to do was. She still looked pretty good and still had pretty good tits, but a lot of men just looked at her and kept on going because she was too old for them. At 45 she was reduced to doing blow jobs for ten dollars and fucking for twenty. She spent a lot of time at her favorite bar and at a few others trying to find guys wanting to fuck her out back or in her room. Sometimes a regular would knock on her door and want to fuck which she used to hate but now she did it day or night and if someone else was.