FILL’ER UP
Karen Stokes lifted her heavy breast to her lips and sucked it roughly while she frigged her sopping wet pussy with her other hand. Little moans of pleasure quickly turned into loud groans as her pussy was quickly whipped into an absolute sexual frenzy. I had been going on like this for several years now. Ever since the death of her husband of thirty five years Karen had gone without a partner and was forced to relieve her built up tension through masturbation alone. While she easily achieved tummy wrenching orgasms by manipulating her overly engorged clitoris, she desperately longed for the warm interpersonal contact of another human being. As the fire in her loins slowly burned out, she reluctantly got out of bed and readied herself for the coming day. “What’ll it be, ma’am?” …