Lunchables
"I like to fuck everyday." And with that big stick you got, oh, we're gonna have a lot of fun." She was Sara. We had just finished fucking. And it was damn good!
It was almost three months before she welcomed me to the delight between those thick thighs. And I rode her like Roy Rogers rode Trigger. "Look it up." Oh, I like my women...thick...chubby...plump...whatever you want to call it. Give me something I can feel!
"Yeah baby, my pussy is like the Rose of Sharon. It needs direct sunlight every day, and then she said, which means it needs to be watered.....every day." Emphasis on
every day
.
We met at a family function and meshed instantly. Locked in our phone numbers and began communicating. Sara was my cousin. Attracted madly to one another, we knew one day we would fuck.
Sara called and told me to meet her for lunch at her pleasant little fourplex hidden in the woods. Not unusual, we had met for lunch a couple of times previously, respectfully controlling our libido's. Knowing what we really desired, also knowing it was a risky want.
Sara opened the door in a long, deep purple satiny robe, a thin sash wrapped loosely around her inviting thickness. "I hope you're hungry, Cousin, because this is lunch today. She spread the top of her robe open and her twin beauties tumbled out. Today is please your cousin day, and you can start right here."