Wanderlust Part 2 brazzers

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to clarif he looked at the kitchen walls, a door opened behind him; he turned to look and lost his breath. There stood Ms. Evans. Her grey hair pulled back into the neatest bun, sleek and tight. A pair of black tortoiseshell glasses, framing the green of her eyes, perched on her cute little nose, makeup on, yet muted. Below her chin, a circle of pearls choking her slender neck, a black dress hugging her form below that, a small amount of cleavage showed from between her pert breasts. But his Wanderlust didn’t stop there; they flowed down her form, with the lines, the dress coming just below her knee, there met by black hosiery that glided down her calves and into those black high heels he had seen, the ones with the red soles.

because She was a sight to behold, the librarian fantasy complete. With his eyes finding the floor, he slowly brought them back up every inch of this sexy older woman. Seeing a bemused smile, he couldn’t hold eye contact with her and had to break it off after just moments.

“Hello, Kyle, you look handsome all dressed up,” the words curling out of her with a sensuousness that made his balls begin to tingle.

“Um, yeah, ha-ha, thank you, I feel underdressed now that I see you. Aren’t you just the epitome of a sexy librarian tonight?” He fumbled with every word, trying to make eye contact and hold her gaze yet failing again and again as the power and strength she was exuding were just too much for him to handle.

“I would like you to change. The robe lying on the chair there is for you,” as she said this, her hand directed his gaze to his right; there laid a grey silk robe.

He bent to pick it up and made to head to the Wanderlust to change, but she stopped him with the command, “No, change right here, where you are. Hand me your things as you take them off.”

Looking up at her sideways, he wondered if he should argue the point, and if he did, what the consequences would be? Decision made, he began untying his trainers, his butt resting on the arm of the chair.

He handed those and his socks to me

in short They looked like something in a shop window. His shirt, unbuttoned, followed and was similarly handled. He picked up the robe to slip it on, leaving only his boxers, but somehow, he knew this was wrong. Looking up, he saw the disappointment in her eye.

Standing fully nude before her now, he brought his hands in to cover himself, but with just a tiny shake of her head, she indicated that would be the wrong move.

but Her right hand glided across the skin on his back, delicate yet determined. He felt her left Wanderlust on his growing erection and a slight pull toward her. Her fingers slid down the length of his shaft and dropped down to cup his balls. Her body was now pressed against his chest, her lips still not connecting with his.

Then she turned, releasing him so suddenly he fell forward a bit, though steadied himself quickly. Looking up, she was now holding out the robe to him.

“Put this on, and then it is time for dinner,” she commanded. Her voice grew in Wanderlust each time she spoke to him. Taking his hand, she led him toward the dining table and, pulling out a chair, held it for him to sit. After he was seated, she pushed him into the table.

The way she had it set matched everything he had experienced thus far.