White Lady Glory Holing

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lookshot35 6 months ago

Love to have her join us on our next trip to the HOLES.

goballsdeep01 3 years ago

damn. EXACTLY like wifey. she loves anonymous black cock

Damn I wanna suck that dick for a couple of hours

sexy slut..

hunting69 4 years ago

Nice!! Do you have more of her and the conclusion to this?

farmbitchone 4 years ago

So, again, I attempt to date someone of my own age. I meet a man who wants a relationship. This is a horrible mistake because I really do not want a permanent man, even if it would make things somewhat less hotel-like: I must be the only person who changes the sheets every time. Sadly, I have to block him on WhatsApp and blame myself for hurting his feelings.

How could I think I could snap back into a less embarrassing position of dating men half my age and loving it?

On Happn, a dating/sex app that shows you who crosses your path, I find that my entire neighbourhood is filled with freaks. I never expected danger here. One man sends me porn which, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t find shocking. When it arrives on my phone, I want to be sick because I’m not here for kink, for dress-up, fantasy-play or naughty thrills. I’m here to get my life back – and for me, that means, specifically, my sexual confidence. Even if my vagina doesn’t want to play ball the way it used to, I must find a way to have sex until death. It’s that important to me. It’s not worth living without that surge of desire.
But I know that this isn’t really about sex. This is about reclamation. I am fighting off the death that menopause automatically brings. I refuse to be subsumed into its shadow.

Post-menopause, I’ve had a sex life that I didn’t have in my 20s. I’ve had men who wouldn’t have looked at me twice back then. But despite the enormous pleasure I’ve had, it is only when I begin to fall for one of them that I realise how limited my time is. The weirdos, the beauties and the lonely, lonely men cannot remain the point of my life. I have no idea where this endless parade of unimaginable pleasure will take me. But I have to find out, as every woman does.