It was so good to be at the beach, away from the cold of my native Pennsylvania. I was walking along the sandy shoreline when I spotted him jogging towards me. He was a Greek God with his golden body and I felt the need ache in my pussy. I unfastened a few more buttons on my blouse and awaited his approach.
There’s nothing like the charms of a cougar to get a man, is there, sweetheart? Five minutes later, I was on my knees sucking the massive, hairless cock of the jogger. I believe in being blunt and speaking of those, pulling out a fat one to smoke didn’t hurt either. We were higher than a kite, not caring that we were catering to the kinky voyeurs out there watching us. In fact, I hoped that my shriveled cock hubby was watching from our room. He tends to shower me with jewelry when he gets a taste of leftover sperm on my lips.
It was the perfect blowjob. I curled my lips around his rod to take him deep into my throat and heard him groan. I caught the first blast of cum in my mouth and then pulled away to let it spew on my tits. As the first cum drops hit my skin, the rain began to fall, washing it to the sand below. My tortured pussy contracted and there was no way I could be any wetter. Being a cougar slut sure is fun.
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