Cougar Milking By Bridget

"LASPing?" *"Live Action Sex Play." "Hah, I like it. It has a name! Honestly Joe, I've been ready since masturbation Friday. Working on this stuff was like foreplay." *"So shave me already, I need to embrace my inner Peacekeeper and let her loose on this creature before me. Leave the pits alone, this one definitely Big Boobs wouldn't shave em. The rest is up to you, get me smooth, then fuck me all night long." "I've been waiting to do that all week." She picked up the razor and started on my inner thigh, it was a sensation I was not expecting. I took the brush and lathered my face and grabbed another shaver. "Hey! Do You think armpit hair is a fetish?." *"What do you mean?" "I looked up tomboys, to see why you liked the way I look." *"And?" "And I pretty much, masturbated myself, mentally. There were some really cute ones with hair, here and there and it kinda made me really fucking hard. The memory of you laying half on me, my dick pressed between us... *"Wait, did you just say your dick?" There was that color again. "Yeah I did. I mean what did you say to me that first night? Hmm, It's your lot deal with it, embrace it, enjoy it." *"That's probably nicer than how I said it but, yeah, that works." "Anyway, where was I, oh right. My 'dick' under you, your pit hair tickling my nipple, you kissing me there, both of us covered in sex, kind of added to it." Her ass wiggled and her legs pressed together as handjob she carefully shaved up my shaft. *"You've got wet dripping down your leg right now, don't you?" "I just might, but you, you definitely have a little horny dew going on." She scooped the precum off my cock with her fingertip and pressed it to her mouth, rubbed some on her amateur lips and sucked the rest off, then she leaned in offering me a taste. I cumshot leaned in further and took it. She shaved me slowly, leaving only the bush I had under each arm. When she was done, my chest, ass, balls, shaft, legs and face were sleek and smooth and feeling kinda free in a skin meet air sorta way. I go to a little bar that only had a couple of table outside and Big Boobs collapsed into one of the chairs. His face twisted with amateur pleasure. “Well, are you complaining?” Deb handjob was close, but nothing seemed to be able to put her over that wonderful edge. “And what are you thinking right now?” “What does she do?” Then life just sort of got in the way. As the hot water cascades over her sexually sated body, she is wondering cumshot if not Ben, then who in the hell had invaded her masturbation bedroom last night. "Yeah, what?" We were effectively strangers, completely sober and about to hop into bed together.