I don't know why I am so lucky with women named Susan coming to my door and begging for sex. It just seems to happen. I've already written about Susan J and Susan M. This time, the willing participant was Susan McG. And the night we had together was unfor...

Lesa and I lay on the hotel bed, intertwined in our lust. She was still dressed in her slutty lingerie, with my cum still splattered across her face, hair, and body. I still had my shirt on - not having even removed it while Lesa gave me the blowjob for t...

Lesa and I practically ran to the hotel room when the elevator doors opened. I had fingered her to orgasm during dinner, with my hand hidden under the long, white tablecloth as we snuggled side-by-side. Now it was time for the main event. As soon as the d...

Lesa and I were after the same thing. We both were mature, already in our early sixties, but that didn't mean we had stopped WANTING to have passionate sex. The problem was that neither of our spouses seemed the slightest bit interested. So we turned to o...

I seem to have good luck banging horny women named Susan. My last story was about Susan J, who came over for comfort and ended up staying for a facial, anal, and more. This time it's about Susan M. She was an odd soul. Huge breasts, big ass and hips. Defi...

I was minding my business fairly late on a weekday night when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. It was Susan J., a large-breasted woman I had dated occasionally, but with whom not much had happened. She was dressed very conservatively in business attire: sk...