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Sharon Taken Roughly in the KitchenI prop my bicycle up against the inside wall of the porch, slip my key into the lock of the front door and let myself in.I divest myself of my back pack dumping it on the table in the hallway and then walk into the large L shaped lounge and dining room.I slip my work jacket off and place it around the back rest of one of the dining chairs.I become aware of activity from the kitchen – Sharon must be home early.I fancy a cup of tea so I head for the kitchen.As I enter the room I find myself becoming aroused which is odd since my libido seems to have been fading recently.Sharon is at the sink and hasn’t heard me. Or has pretended not to hear me.She is wearing jeans and a navy blue sleeveless top. Her chestnut hair, rich and lustrous as ever, hangs halfway down her back.Her bare white arms, kıbrıs escort which are liberally spotted with small moles, move industriously, scrubbing each plate, placing it noisily in the rack before repeating the action with another piece of crockery or cutlery.I feel my erection straining against the fabric of my trousers.I imagine Sharon in hot pants and flimsy revealing top with thigh length black leather boots plying her trade as a hooker on the streets of New York City.I steal up behind her, put my arms around her slim waist, brush her hair gently away from her neck and then kiss it.I expect her to flinch but she doesn’t.Her arms stop working and I press my body hard up against her – I need her to know that I am aroused and ready to take her, take her roughly if needs be.My hands travel up beneath her top and escort kıbrıs slip her bra off. Her nipples are hard.I squeeze her breasts and knead her protuberant nipples.I pull her top off and cast aside her bra – her torso is still in good shape, and she is forty five now.I quickly unbutton her jeans and pull them down to her ankles along with her black lace panties – she does not resist but simply says: ‘You know it is my period…'”I know, and you know that I don’t care.”She is naked and vulnerable in front of me her elbows resting on the edge of the sink.I strip swiftly myself, tossing my clothes to the doorway.I move to her and feel for the string of the tampon – she has given herself up totally to my a****l lust now.I pull the bloody and swollen sanitary pad from her vagina and lob it into the bin.I grab hold kıbrıs escort bayan of the tops of her arms and in a slow motion judo move I bring her body, shoulder blade first, down on to the cold lino of the kitchen floor.I pin her down and penetrate her.Her cunt, normally tight, is even tighter.I start pumping hard straightaway. I do not care if she climaxes – she exists purely for my gratification.Her normally pale cheeks are flushed and her nostrils seem to flare with each forceful thrust of my cock.She begins to groan loudly now.I reach, swiftly, the point of no return, climax strongly and then slump down satiated onto her heavily breathing frame.”Fuck me! That was good, Sharon. I really needed that.””Me too. Can you get up now, you’re heavy.””Sorry.”I pull my prick out of her cunt. It is streaked with blood and spunk. I like that. Blood and spunk. Good title for a book I muse.I feel good about us – I think we are over the worst of things now.”Fancy a tea Sharon?””Yes please,” she says, bundling up her clothes and heading for the bathroom to clean up…
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