"Things have been really tough, for me and for my daughter."
The older woman pressed her silicone-enhanced breasts against my arm, clinging to my body as tightly as she could.
Her hands sensually massaged my abdomen, moving closer to my groin. Our masks had been removed long ago, so I could clearly see her face, stretched by Botox.
Her gaze was filled with lust. And, after sensually biting her full lips, she kept talking in a sexy tone. Then the woman continued to talk about her husband's death and how things had been since then.
She said she was very shaken, overwhelmed by the sadness of the moment, and therefore needed someone by her side.
Personally, I just kept listening without much attention. It was obvious that all that bimbo wanted was my cock pounding her hard. Her husband had died almost a decade ago, and if it had ever affected her, she had clearly moved on.
