"I can't believe his thighs!" Sheila drooled, as she followed the lunging swipes of newcomer Josh. Their beginners' pickleball Christmas social was certainly looking up. "Now there's a Christmas present I'd like to unwrap," Sheila mused. "Yeah, how old would you say that guy is? Mid 50s?" Darlene grinned. "He must be at least that, but he's built to last. Look at the arms and shoulders on him." There were only four courts...

Her face turns away from hubby at first. Scott nudges his huge cock inside her. A faint gasp is heard. Now she can't hide her moans. She pumps to meet his thrusts. Wet sounds echo. This is not clinical. This is lust. She stares up at Scott as he pumps harder. Her hands squeeze his firm butt, forcing him deeper. She flails uncontrollably. Tries to restrain her ecstasy. Fails. Scott groans. Pumps virile sperm deep inside. H...

I flicker a weak smile across the festively decorated sitting room, making brief eye contact with my intoxicated husband, who casts a somewhat disinterested glance back at me from his well-worn spot by the punch bowl. When a trickle of sperm springs loose and begins to ooze down my vaginal canal, I actually giggle to myself and proceed to push my muscular, tanned thighs together under my leather mini-dress. “Whoops!” I fe...