Wet Bald Pussy Intoxicates Men and Leads To Hot Sex

wet bald pussyAll sorts of things give me a wet bald pussy. Even though technically, I guess I’m a cougar now. I still like variety and spicing things up in the bedroom.  Recently, I found myself in a bit of trouble. However, it seemed like the good kind of trouble. I tend to be a little too trusting sometimes. And I forget to lock my front door.  I know times have changed. Can’t even trust your neighbors anymore. But sometimes leaving your door open leads to some hot fucking.

I returned home from yoga. And since I do hot yoga, I’m usually a sticky mess when I come home. When I came home, I realized I had an intruder who wanted to teach me a lesson about leaving my door unlocked. Mr. Hammer surprised me. And scared the shit out of me too. He pushed me up against the wall. Started sniffing me like a dog in heat. Of course, I know I was giving off a strong aroma fresh off yoga. But I think my strong aroma aroused him even more.

I could see the bulge in his jeans. I could smell his sweat too. And I know my pussy just dripped for him. He started finger banging my cunt making me even wetter. As he whispered into my ear that I should never leave my door unlocked, my body trembled. Pinned again the wall, he informed me that an unlocked door invites trouble. But if this is the kind of trouble it invites, I might always leave my door open.

Some I Welcome Dirty Trouble

Before long, I was on my floor with my ass in the air. I was ready for some hot ass sex. But Mr. Hammer wasn’t ready to hammer me quite yet. His tongue explored every inch of my body, and I could feel my body trembling, quivering at his touch. Especially, when his tongue plunged in and out of my sweaty asshole. His tongue snaked so far up my ass that he could taste what I had for dinner.

Those strong scents that we all put off, Mr. Hammer and I consider erotic. Just the natural flavor of the human body. Did I mention, he gives one hell of a rim job. But then so do I. I wanted to lick the sweat off his balls. And I wanted to bury my tongue in his ass, just like he did mine. Eventually, I convinced him that my tongue needed to explore too. We ended up on my living room, floor tangled up in each other’s sweaty bodies with our tongues, licking and plunging into every nook and cranny.

Fuck. Now, my pussy felt like a geyser going off. I know my sweet love juice coated his face. I’m not sure if it was his fingers or his tongue, but something found a love button, that not many find. And when he did find that magic spot, I drenched his face in my sweet sticky goo.

 Sometimes, My Scent Brings the Right Man to My Door

He made me beg for his cock. And he does have a cock worth begging for so I never mind. We just have fun together. No pretentiousness. I don’t need to look my best either. In fact, I think he prefers to fuck me when I look like a basic bitch. No make up. No fancy clothes. And nice and sweaty. That’s just how I like him too. Real. No pomp and circumstance. Just two adults connecting on a visceral level. Just two people getting drunk on pleasure.

Eventually, I got that hardcore ass fucking I wanted and deserved. His tongue just prepped my asshole for his nice, meaty cock. There might have been hair pulling, and some ass slapping too. What can I say. We work each other up into a frenzy, getting intoxicated by each other’s scent. Getting drunk on the pleasure of making each other feel good.

I know I should lock my doors. But secretly, I hope Mr. Hammer helps himself to my place and my fuck holes again. So, I might never lock my doors.

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