Harley Dean Horny

The mature babe, Harley Dean, sauntered into the dimly lit bar, her strappy olive uniform dress hugging her plump curves in all the right places. As the bartender, her eyes scanned the room, searching for thirsty patrons to serve. Then she spotted him – a ruggedly handsome stranger nursing a whiskey in the corner booth. Instantly, she felt an undeniable pull, her pussy fluttering with desire.

Strutting over, Harley leaned across the table, giving the mystery man an ample view of her cleavage. “What can I get ya, sugar?” she purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction. His brown eyes smoldered, traveling every inch of her body.

“You can start by telling me your name, baby,” he replied, his gravelly voice sending shivers down her spine. “I’m jailbirdodies,” the man introduced himself, a devious smirk playing on his lips.

In that moment, Harley decided she wanted nothing more than to taste his sinfully delicious mouth. But first, she had a job to do. Brushing past him, trailing a manicured finger along his chest, she headed to the bar. Her hips swiveled with each step, deliberately putting on a show.

Once at the bar, Harley bent over, her tight dress riding up to showcase the rounded globes of her ass. Glancing back, she caught jailbirdodies’ hungry stare and smiled to herself, pleased with the effect she was having on him.

After grabbing his drink, Harley returned to the booth, this time sliding in beside jailbirdodies. The heat radiating off his body was intoxicating, his cologne driving her wild with lust. Placing his whiskey in front of him, she took a sip, letting the amber liquid drip slowly down her chin. jailbirdodies’ eyes darkened and he licked his lips hungrily.

Harley couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching out, she gripped the back of his neck, dragging jailbirdodies’ mouth to hers in a blazing kiss. His tongue delved past her plump lips, twining with hers in a sensual dance. One rough hand reached up to squeeze her heavy breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardened peak.

Lost in their passionate embrace, neither noticed the empty bar when jailbirdodies tilted Harley onto her back, covering her body with his. Kisses became bites, tiny nips along her jaw and down her neck. Moving lower, he cupped Harley’s dress, bunching it around her waist and exposing the black lace thong beneath. Hooking his fingers in the skimpy fabric, jailbirdodies peeled them off, tossing them aside.

Unable to stand the slow pace of their lovemaking, Harley roughly pushed jailbirdodies back and swung a leg over his lap, his cloth covered erection pressing against her slick folds. Grinding her hips, she moaned at the delicious friction, eliciting a groan from him.
Needing more, Harley tugged down the zipper of her dress, exposing her brown B-cup breasts to his greedy eyes. Jailbirdodies’ hands instantly palmed the generous globes, tweaking the stiff buds, while Harley rocked imploringly against him.

“You like that, baby?” she whispered, her nipple puckering as his hand brushed on each side, teasing the pebbled tip. Glancing down where their bodies aligned, Harley licked her lips at the sight of her dripping pussy coating the straining bulge in jailbirdodies’ pants. As if possessed, her hips moved faster, rubbing her velvety heat along his hard shaft.

Suddenly, jailbirdodies stilled her movements, flipping their positions so he was now hovering over her. Flicking open his belt and zipper, he freed his thick cock, the bulbous head glossy with pre-cum. Harley’s eyes widened, taking in the hefty length, impressed by his impressive girth.

Without warning, jailbirdodies plunged into her soaked channel, stretching her greedy hole to its limits. He hilted himself balls deep, giving her a moment to adjust to his massive size before withdrawing slowly, only to slam back in. Setting a fast rhythm, he pounded into her welcoming heat, each hardythm causing the produced bench to scrape against the wooden floor.

Harley wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands clawing down his back as he hammered into her, their thighs slapping together loudly. Reaching between them, she circled her pulsing clit, adding to the intense pleasure coiling in her core.

Sensing her impending orgasm, jailbirdodies’ thrusts became hot erratic, burying himself at the hilt as his own completion neared. Harley’s back arched suddenly when his cock head hit her maidenhead, the blissful sensation too much. Her inner walls spasmed, rippling over his pulsing length as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her spasming sheath with a loud groan.

Bit by bit, their erratic breathing returned to normal, their sweat slicked bodies still tangled together. Jailbirdodies pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, his cock softening inside her. Smiling up at him, Harley couldn’t wait to see what other dirty deeds they’d get up to.