Beautiful Brunette Explores Anal Pleasure

“Shall I see you again?” she asked as she handed me the bin for the used condom. “Interest,” he replied. I sort of dozed and felt exploring fingers, my bathrobe’s belt the first target then my chest which she carefully traced with a fingertip. “Not your heart.” I suggested. We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being form our love, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tensions that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her parts, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to disturb her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor. “Be honest,” I said, “No more lies.”
“If you stop pretending about having money.” she insisted. “It’s Ok I don’t go for older women.” I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three