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Just Your Friendly Neighbourhood GILF

... this.”

“Do you fuck women… well, girls hard with this monster?”

“Um, n-no not really. They always tell me to take it easy and hold me off.”

“A shame.” Meredith stood, grinned, then said, “You can fuck me as hard as you want to.” She let go of my penis, placed her hands on her hips and turned her fat ass to me while looking over her shoulder on either side. “I can clearly take it.”

I bit my bottom lip and breathed heavily. “I’d very much like that.”

“But first…” She took my hand, walked me to the kitchen table and sat on the edge of a chair. With most of her booty hanging off the chair’s front, she held back one of her thick thighs in a leg spread, pulled the gusset aside and said, “Lick.”

Seeing grey pubic hairs was unexpected for another forty-plus years, but I refused to ignore this blessing and knelt, crawled forward and did as I was told. I licked.

“Mmm yes, that’s it. Lick my cunt.” I slashed my tongue wildly across her folds, but applied focus when her clit fell into my scope. I circled the bud and even tongue fucked her, which had her giggling, so I pulled away.

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, why did you stop? You’re doing fine, love. Now get back down there, eat me, then fuck me.” I continued to devour my early supper, but when I took a break to allow my jaw some rest and resorted to fingering her, her soft moans evolved into grunts and snarls.

“Holy shit,” I said, staring in awe at her transformation.

“Yes, finger my old cunt, ...

... you young fucker.” She lifted a nostril and gritted her teeth. “Fucking make me cum, you…” Her words hung in the air as her jaw dropped, and she vibrated in a whimpering ball. Her thick legs clamped around my fingers and hand, so I stood up on my knees, and she leaned forward, burying her face into my shoulder and screamed. When her tremor passed, she rose, wobbly-legged, holding my hand and walked to the counter to bend over. I stood behind her, watching her impressively wide hips and plump bottom, filling out her black panties and what little of her dress could cover it.

“Fuck, your booty is huge.” I palmed her hips and squeezed, allowing my fingers to sink into the soft flesh of her posterior. If it felt that good while clothed, I shuddered at how it would feel bare.

“You ever cum inside of someone, Anthony?” She looked over her shoulder, finally catching herself.

“One girl’s mouth, that’s it.”

“Best thing about being my age…” She swayed her behind, “… is no nine-month sickness.”

I heeded her hint and peeled her undergarments off her cellulite-laden backside and thighs. The hate that feature got never caught my understanding as it added character and volume which strengthened my rigidity. After exposing her, I brushed her slit up and down before slipping in and growling.

“Sorry, I’m not sure why I groaned like that.”

“Don’t ever apologise for expressing yourself. Women take that as a compliment. It means you think the pussy’s really good.” She rolled her ...