Her tits were way too big for such a slender body. It was the first thing I noticed about her -- that and her curly red hair. Within seconds of meeting her I felt my cock jolt with anticipation. The bored housewife from Talahassee had first met me online a few weeks ago. We'd bantered around for a bit, but once she had me figured for a straight-up dude she hit me with her proposal.
"Meet me at the Harcome Hotel. Suite 301. I'll be waiting."
And so she was. There was a bottle of something sitting on ice and I could see she'd already downed half of it -- Dutch courage. Her eyes were glazed but full of mischief as she beckoned me over the threshold. I didn't bother with hellos -- our time was limited, so I got straight down to it and slipped my tongue into her horny mouth. She groaned, and her greedy hand skipped down to my throbbing cock which she gave a hard and delightful squeeze.
"Ooh, someone's a big boy."
"It's all for you, baby. You still want me in your pussy?"
"Anywhere and everywhere, just like we discussed."
To match her directness I slipped my hand up her skirt. No panties, just as she'd promised. Fuck it - there was nothing but soft, bare skin down there. And she was dripping wet -- so I slipped two fingers straight into that sweet chasm which elicited yet another sigh. This mother wanted it and badly.
Up and over went the dress, leaving her naked all but for a pair of white, lacy stockings. And those fucking porn star tits. I spin her around toward the mirror, my large hands kneading them like bread dough while my penis strained against my boxers, aching for release. She arched back into me, grinding that fine booteh against my solid member.