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Blogs > kelleebabes > My Inner Slut...

Is This Love...  

kelleebabes 64F
587 posts
12/3/2017 7:31 am
Is This Love...

I once caught a glimpse of these 3 faces peeping in my bedroom window, in the reflection of my dresser's mirror...it turned out they were the house painters..., they didn't know that I had seen them watching me...it was a hot summer day and I had just gotten out of the shower, my hair was up in a towel and I had just wrapped a bed sheet around my full, voluptuous body...I found myself really turned on ...by the thought of someone taking the huge risk of being caught watching me ...being aroused. because of me! I didn't want them to leave, I thought I'd better do something to keep their interest...then, I had an idea...I'll give them a masturbation show, I already had the snug, thin. white sheet wrapped and tied like an island girl ..but what now what to do?...music, yeah I'll put on some music...it always lighten the mood...I remember turning on the radio and a sexy, sultry song from Whitesnake was just coming on...Is This Love..., I turned my back to the window and started moving my hips slowly...wide sways, bending my knees and sticking my ass out, my hands rubbed over my fleshy ass cheeks keeping to the beat of the song..."Is this love that I'm feeling
Is this the love that I've been searching for
Is this love or am I dreaming
This must be love
'Cause it's really got a hold on me
A hold on me..." my eyes closed, the rhythm of the bass took hold of my hips and for the next 10 minutes...or was it 20 minutes ..hell, I lost track of time but I became those three house painters' private dancer...I just remember listening to the music and letting my body's autopilot taking the wheel...my huge tits muffin-topping over the knot of my makeshift Sarong begging to be freed...after the lusty fog lifted I found myself on my bed my tits were hanging full and heavy with the sheet still tied, now at my waist fully opened with the scent of my musk permeating in the hot, muggy, summer air ...I don' know who enjoyed the show more...them or me@
My blood is alive...with many voices
that tell me...I am made of longing,

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