Ardour's Erotic Audio Journal Motherfucker

She entered with one teenager, one *******, and zero rings on her finger.

I craved the legs and backside inside her sweatpants and robust bosom in the tight, cropped tank top.

I caught her attention as she sat down waiting for their drinks.

We made eye contact.

Her visage was mature, but her body was in its prime.

I shut my laptop thinking about her fair skin, amber eyes, long hair, and wet lips.

I packed up to go home.

She got up from the table, leaving her ****.

My eyes stayed on her.

She sashayed towards the restroom before peeking over her shoulder to look back and smirk at me.

Hunger was written in her eyes.

Thirst was on my tongue.

I waited a few moments before following her to the back.

I arrived at the restroom area. I didn't see her.

There she was.

We cracked the women's restroom door open.

I finally saw that beautiful visage up close.

I lifted her off the ground.

Her legs wrapped around me.

We hid in an empty stall.

I put her down.

She lifted her top and bra.

Her breasts dropped out.

I went headfirst into her bosom.

She yanked down her pants and panties.

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