Why I love visiting Anita? - part I.

Why I love visiting Anita? What a silly question! Can’t you see how good we fuck? Take last Tuesday in her bathroom. I’m barely through the door when she grabs me, shoves me against the sink, and pops my tits out like she owns them. She’s all tan lines and 32DD, soft and heavy, swinging while she drops to her knees. I get two fingers straight up her cougar cunt and she’s already dripping down my wrist. Blonde hair tangled in my fist, she sucks my clit like she’s starving, tongue flicking fast, then slow, then fast again until my knees buckle. I yank her up, spin her, bend her over the counter and bury my face between those thick cheeks. She tastes clean and dirty at the same time. Two pumps of my fingers in her ass and she’s begging for more, voice cracking when she cums. We laugh, catch our breath, then she pulls me into the shower for round two with the detachable head blasting my clit while she grinds her big tits against my back. That’s why I keep showing up.