Fuck! She was really beautiful. She just looked at me for a couple of seconds and walked away. I was expecting some signal from her. But instead, she ...showed a normal face and walked towards her scootyShe and her daughter boarded the scooty and started to leave. I knew I couldn’t waste such an opportunity. I stuffed my mouth and ran to my bike. In a while, I was following their scooty. After around 2 km. Aunty halted right outside a building in a residential area near to my home. Her daughter. Her pussy turned from sweet to musty and sweaty...not good. She would walk with her friends then want me to fuck her and as she took her panties off it was like a train hitting a small car. I love pussy but the smell of a woman who drank too much wine and early onset of menapause was a sweaty and sour nightmare. Her attitude was reflective of her fragrance.Don't get me wrong, I love pussy and the smell of pussy God knows I have eaten 80 to 90 women over the last few years and what fun. ‘These are extraordinary times. If two people can find love together, isn’t it worth sacrificing a little dignity?’ Salma looked at him awestruck. Did he just say he loved her? She wanted to ask him to repeat himself but was afraid that his words would come out differently. But then the DJ called her name. It was her turn to go on stage to dance. She stood up to take her leave, but first turned to Richard. ‘I’ll be ready for you on Saturday night. But please don’t think of me as a whore.’. On removing my finger for a couple of seconds, I moved it towards my mouth to taste myself and licked my finger before moving it back to my warm, wet pussy. It turned me on more not feeling any hair over my most intimate part since I had recently had it all waxed off. It felt so smooth and soft and fingering myself had felt more intense. Moving my finger further in, I moaned with pleasure as I started to feel how silky I had become. I was feeling desperate to just keep moving my finger over my.