angela40
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Thank you for many of you who have responded to part l. I 'm gathering my courage to continue to share with the community what occurred with Steven that evening.
He held me down on the table, as I was fighting him off me. My back and forth movement trying to dislodge myself from the humiliating position I only succeeded falling to the carpeted floor exposing my pussy to him. I looked up with shame that I didn't wear panties. Steven had his cock in his hand standing above me. Yes, I was a shameful milf or cougar as I have been called that as well,
"You want it, don't you," he said, as he owered himself between my open legs. He lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders when I felt his wet cock touch my wetness, slippery wetness leaking around my swollen lips.
I couldn't let this happen again as it happened before with another friend of Eric's. I lifted my ass with force up from the floor knocking Steven off balance. I got up quickly, but not fast enough, as Steven caught hold of one of my legs and pulled me back towards him. My skirt was up around my waist, my blouse completely open, my boobs rubbing against the carpet. My nipples stiffened, when his hand came down hard on my asscheeks. Harder and harder, weakening my resistance for him.
He rolled me over on my back and when I looked at him he saw tears in my eyes. Steven licked the tears of my eyes and cheeks. His gentleness turned me on, eventhough several minutes earlier he was rough with me. I just had to slip my hand between us and when I touched his throbbing cock, he shot his first load on my tummy.
So much more happened that nigh with unexpected moments.
He held me down on the table, as I was fighting him off me. My back and forth movement trying to dislodge myself from the humiliating position I only succeeded falling to the carpeted floor exposing my pussy to him. I looked up with shame that I didn't wear panties. Steven had his cock in his hand standing above me. Yes, I was a shameful milf or cougar as I have been called that as well,
"You want it, don't you," he said, as he owered himself between my open legs. He lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders when I felt his wet cock touch my wetness, slippery wetness leaking around my swollen lips.
I couldn't let this happen again as it happened before with another friend of Eric's. I lifted my ass with force up from the floor knocking Steven off balance. I got up quickly, but not fast enough, as Steven caught hold of one of my legs and pulled me back towards him. My skirt was up around my waist, my blouse completely open, my boobs rubbing against the carpet. My nipples stiffened, when his hand came down hard on my asscheeks. Harder and harder, weakening my resistance for him.
He rolled me over on my back and when I looked at him he saw tears in my eyes. Steven licked the tears of my eyes and cheeks. His gentleness turned me on, eventhough several minutes earlier he was rough with me. I just had to slip my hand between us and when I touched his throbbing cock, he shot his first load on my tummy.
So much more happened that nigh with unexpected moments.
