0422728697 53yo n Still Soaking Wet Just From Thinking About Ur Mouth On Me, Como –:

hi. im Rylee. fifty three.

yeah i said it first like everyone does. fifty three. an the boobs r still here — big, heavy, absolutely in charge of this house. i wear pink. i wear 12cm heels even when i aint goin' nowhere. my skin is tanned, my attitude is not, an my knickers know exactly what time it gets wet down there. u think a woman my age is all dried out n tired? sweetie. i get soaked just watchin' u read this.

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so. the pool guy comes every friday. same kid, maybe twenty six, sunburnt neck, apron full of test strips an that little whistle. i opened the gate in my pink bikini n my heels — dont ask about the heels. the heels make him look up an i like him lookin' up.

hi babe, how was ur week?

he went red to the ears. started mumblin' about chlorine levels. i handed him the test kit an said — go on then, test my water properly.

he dropped the bucket.

we went inside. i had wine on the table an he had me. he did that thing where he kneels down slow like hes not sure if im real an then he just... ate me. on the couch. my nails in his shoulders, his tongue on me so long my hands started to shake. i pulled him up, flipped us over, an he buried his face in my boobs an went in deep, deep, deep. nothin' between us. no plastic. when he finally went i kept every single drop. the pool can wait till monday. the water dont get any worse for a bit of drama.

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thats the vibe u r buyin'. me. loud. pink. hungry. i do ur throat, u do me. i want to feel u groan against my tits an empty urself deep down where it counts an watch it drip down my legs for the rest of the day. i dont do gentle. i dont do whisperin'. u want the soft one who murmurs? go find a podcast. i do u on top of the table, my heels catchin', my voice carryin' through the whole house.

cond0m? bring one if ur daddy made u scared, but most guys dont bother. i keep everything u give me — the whole load, no exceptions, no cleanup on ur side. my womb finished its shift years ago so the math is simple. the mess is mine.

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my rates? not bad at all. i aint tryna get rich off this, i just like bein' spoiled an paid an i like that u walk away with the best ride of ur whole life. u bring the meat an the coin, i bring the boobs, the noise an the zero rules. fair trade, right?

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pay how u like — cash in my hand or PAYID but INSTANT only. if its pendin' or "the bank will do it tomorrow" then sorry babe, the gate is closed. instant or it aint happenin'.

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text me. dont call. my hands r usually busy doin' things u dont wanna hear about — u know how it is. i answer the second my mouth is free. which, honestly? rare.

an hey — i usually dont check my SecretHostess messages. dont waste ur words there, they go nowhere with me. just text me straight.

come on then. be nasty in the first message or dont bother at all.

— Rylee