Fake... Fantasy... Fiction... Incest And Loving Wives Based Shenanigans And Filth
"My God, I love your butt, Becky. It's so beautiful. My God, it's so beautiful."
Becky downs another shot of whiskey and slaps her ass, smirking very-wickedly back at George. He's on his knees behind her, worshipping her amazingly sexy booty. Becky's black leather pants are so tight and form fitting, they look like they're painted on.
Becky's working late again at the bar. Mom's home with me. She's off today. George is taking full advantage of the situation too. He's got my bright red/orange haired boss-bitch Irish wife in his office, feeding her shots of whiskey and all the Guinness she can handle. And... it's working.
Dude's had a massive crush on Becky since he first met her. He flirts with her every chance he gets. Becky's in a really good mood tonight... and she's drinking... so George got real lucky with his flirting, this time.
George's 73 year old hands roam all over that black leather-clad booty. He licks and kisses every single inch of it as well. Worshipping my wife's booty with the pure, carnally-fueled love and adoration it deserves.
"I love your beautiful ass so very much. God, I love it."
"That's right you do. Worship my bum, you horny freak. Do it right!" Becky's Irish accent is so fucking sexy. Her long bright hair. Her absolutely gorgeous, trim, very-well toned body. Her perfect face. All of it together make her a horny freak's wet dream cum true.
Becky's smirks back at George. Rubbing her booty all over his face. She laughs and pulls his white hair. Smacking his face as she starts downing another Guinness. George has all of the drinks lined up perfectly for Becky on his desk.
Her long, bright red/orange hair is swaying around so damn sexy as Becky's moves her head from drinking, back to smirking at George. Back and forth.
Becky's leaning over his desk and drinking while ol' George worships her booty. Lathering those skin-tight pants with his saliva as he licks all over her ass. All the way around and back. Kissing it too. Rubbing his face all over it as well. Motorboating Becky's ass and pussy through the black leather pants.
Becky's enjoying it too. Smirking wide and mockingly laughing as she slaps George. Drinks... and grinds her perfect ass on his face. Being the uber-hot boss-bitch she truly is.
"DO IT, BITCH! EAT MY ASS! DO IT! DO IT GOOD AND DON'T FUCK UP!" Becky laws down the law. Chugging her Guinness, then slapping the empty can down on the desk. Belching, and wiping her mouth with her arm, then slapping George's pervertedly-happy grinning face. She grabs his white hair and yanks it. Jerking his head around as George tries to shove his tongue through those painted-on, oh so sexy black leather pants.
He tongues her booty hole as good as he can. Lapping it with his tongue. Shoving his tongue as deep into Becky's ass-crack as it will possibly go with those leather pants on.
Becky's laughing and smirking extra-wickedly. She's feeling good. 8 shots of whiskey and four Guinness down. My bitch can handle her liquor. She may be kinda small, but she's very-mighty when it comes to drinking.
George can't stop grinning that shit-eating grin that he's got plastered on his mature face. He's got his big, hefty, old dick out and he's jerking it. His new cock ring on and everything.
"Stand up and smack that big fucking dick on my arse! Do it, bitch! Now!!!" Becky mockingly smacks his face again. Smirking away.
George quickly stands up and starts smacking his ten inch, raging-hard and throbbing hard as well, monster on that gorgeous booty. His precum leaves greasy smear stains all over Becky's black leather pants. It mixes with George's saliva that's already smeared all over them.
Meanwhile... at home...