MatureNL – Posh Housewife Wants Her Hairy Pussy Fucked By Her Neighbor

The matronly beauty waggled her curvy, completely nude body at the young man entering her home. The sexy, sultry look betrayed her apparent confidence in her powers of seduction, while the sparkle in her eyes hinted at mischief and a wicked appetite for carnal delight.

She led the bewildered neighbor through her luxurious house, the muted clap of her high heels on the polished floors punctuating the heavy breathing and the rustling of her expensive pantyhose. Her royal blue satin robe swished open, revealing her pièce de résistance—the enticing, lush thatch of overgrown pubic hairs that tantalizingly framed her moist pussy lips.

“Shall we take this to the shower, darling?” She purred,|||| “I could use a wash-cloth on my pussy. It’s been itchy, you see.”

The two alighted on polished tile, the droplets of steam enveloping their bodies, adhering her robe to her plump curves. She shimmied out of the cowl, the fabric puddling at her feet, leaving the nakedness of her middle-aged form fully on display.== Here, surrounded by ceramic white tiles and mist, she proceeded to tease the cocksman with her voyeuristic discoveries. Crawling into the shimmering downpour, she circled her clit, pushing her bulbous pussy lips together and carving out the forms of passing men on the misty glass door.===
Her slutty neighbor eagerly bowed to the seductress’s whims, bathing every inch of her unkempt body with his tongue. He lavished her saggy breasts, overripe asscheeks, and lewdly furred twat with long, slurping licks — hoping to find the entrance of her aching dilated pink hole.

She reciprocated by lubing up the thick, hairy shaft protruding from his open bathing suit. Rivulets ran off the engorged cock, making the shaft glisten and throb with the promise of hard, deep fucking.

The amorous couple aligned themselves,his rigid tool sliding into her tightly furred folds. She rocked back onto his cock, leaving sensitive bundles of nerves chafing against his pubic hairs with each thrust. The heady smell of aroused sex engulfing them both as the spa shower fogged up with steam and the pungent musk of their coupling. ==The matronly seductress had him pinned against the slippery ceramic wall, her palely veined thighs spread wide as he pummeled into her nethers. Inelegantly, she clutched a handful of his firmly catheterized shaft and directed it, rubbing the cap around the thicket of grey and blonde coils before piercing her pink slit.===
When she finally came, it was with a clipped ecstatic cry, her mouth gaping open in wonder behind a curtain of straight pale hair. Her eyes rolled back, squinting at the showerhead above as she slammed back onto his tool, her bright red nails clawing furrows into the ceramic as her body shook. Her gush ran down the length of his cock, spattering his underwear and pooling at his feet.

In sopping droplets, the “posh housewife” dismounted. On her steady heels, she wiggled back to her robe, pocketing a condom swiftly. Her ass swaying like ripples on a glassy lake.

“I suppose I’m ready for my hair appointment now,” She said with a towel of curls bobbing and settled onto the living room sofa. The drip of water from her quim and rough, reddened folds. “Won’t you please help air-dry my cunt?”

The sizeable woman laid prone against the sofa’s high back, the expensive waft of her perfume mingling with the heady sex-scent emanating from the damp curls of her pubic thatch. Her golden hair fanned out around her head like a sea of amber strands, sharp against the rich blue of the upholstery.

Her legs were bent and spread, knees drooping lazily to the side like a Doe relaxing in a field of wildflowers. The curtain of her royal blue robe parted slightly at the bottom, just enough to reveal the nudity beneath—the swollen chunks of her aged breasts pressing against the sofa back and the shadowy, hair-hidden recesses between her legs.

Crawling between those dark thighs, the erect cock pogoed as the newcomer knelt before the waiter in a tuxedo.
A shiver passed through her at the first wet slurping of a tongue at her crack. dalliant hair flipped back as the strapping youth took in the sight. “Butter my biscuit, my dear!” She cooed.

And so, with expert strokes and ample nibbling, the tongue delved deeper, lapping at the slick walls within. Probing fingers, slick with lube, prepped him for the performance. One probing at first, then the second worms its way in, hooking his prostate with a pinky, drawing out complaining grumbles and instinctive bounces of his thighs.

She waltzed in curtsies as he continued massaging her g-spot, gasping sensations became painful, nails scraping at the sofa, a banshee wail pierced the air. She folds, curls, and heads into the sky twirling faster as she comes.