"Tell me again," she says, her voice an excited hush as she grinds her thigh against the juicy lips of your pussy.
"Mrs. Cleft, please," you moan at the friction on your clit, "Mrs. Cleft...please fuck me."
She kisses you, her lips open, covering yours, her tongue urgent inside your mouth. She is forceful, but not cruel. Her huge breasts crush against yours. Her hands glide down your back to the swell of your ass.
Mrs. Cleft breaks the kiss with a passionate gasp. She pulls away slightly, dragging you by the waist away from the noisy dryer.
"You're so beautiful, Joy," she takes in your ample curves once again, admiring your full breasts, your toned ass and the hairless lips of your cunt.
"Thank you," you kiss her neck. "You are too."
Without asking you reach behind her and unhook her bra. She shrugs it off, her enormous breasts sagging slightly as they are freed. They are much bigger than yours and creamy white beneath the tan line. She has light brown areolas that puff straight out slightly from her tits and dark nipples as big around and as long as the first knuckle of your pinkie.
She slides out of her thong without prompting, holding it up and letting it drop on the floor. Her pussy is neatly trimmed, with a triangle of blonde hair above the swollen lips of her cunt.
Mrs. Cleft tips over one of the baskets of neatly-folded laundry and spreads it around with her toes. The action gives you a nice view of her plump ass.
She gets on her knees amid the clean laundry and then rolls over onto her back, sprawling immodestly. She gives you a dreamy grin and motions you over with an outstretched hand. You weren't lying...she is beautiful.
Mrs. Cleft is obviously leaving it up to you to make the next move. |