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Jane Hennessey pressed her fingertips together, rubbing them against her pouting lower lip. It was becoming so difficult to ignore that tingly hot, tight itch deep in her cunt. She leaned against the back of the couch, her eyes closed, the pulse between her white shivering thighs seeming to sap all her strength. Why was it so bad now? Why was it becoming worse and worse? Jane turned, shrugging her head between her narrow shoulders. She caught her image in the big, yawning picture window to her right. Certainly she was mature and attractive enough to find someone, a man, who would satisfy her. . . who would. . . fuck her.
“Fuck!”
The word sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Jane circled her arms around her upper body, rubbing her fingers over her goose-fleshed skin. It had been so long since a man had held her and fucked her. Again the tall blonde woman closed her eyes, rubbing her thighs against one another and feeling the slick, sexy rub of her bloated cuntlips. She could almost feel her late husband’s hands caressing her ass, kneading the cheeks together while his cock squeezed through her cuntlips.
Jane had to stop thinking things like this. It was getting her nowhere. Opening her eyes, she sighed with the effort of pushing away those delightful images. of her and Brad tossing around in bed. How he could fuck! Row his prick would piston in and out of her cunthole, always touching her clit, always sending those delicious sparks of delight showering into her cunt.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.