1. Golf Girl: Fuck me, FUCK HER!


    Date: 10/31/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “Hey, could you help me with something?” My brain went into hyperdrive. Help her… The hottest, youngest piece of ass I’d seen on the golf course the last six months with the shortest skirt, tightest ass, and firmest breasts, in the most form fitting and braless tops EVER in the world! The perfect golf girl! She wanted me to help her with something. Like maybe put my sprung hard cock in her hot, wet, tight pussy! Help her like that?! Luckily what came out of my mouth was, “Uh, sure. How so?” Well, maybe not too lucky as that sounded as dumb as a stump but it was certainly better than I what was thinking. In the sweetest Texas drawl she responded, “Yes. I can’t seem to get this stroke down.” OH… MY… GAWD. She’s gonna see my ten inch erection sticking out of my short’s leg any moment. Luckily, I was carrying my bag—golf bag—so it was hidden, for now. “Yeah, maybe I can help with that. Let me stand behind you. Swing away.” She smiled, put down another ball and lined it up. Jesus fuck, thank God she couldn’t see what must have been the most pervy expression in the world on my face and me swallowing a bucket of saliva so I wouldn’t drool. Just what a young twenty something wants to see an older man doing. A shifting of her feet, a cute wiggle of that tight butt, she took a slow backswing. Firm breasts—nipples partially erect in the cool morning air—she twisted her torso and then followed through. PING! She made precise contact with the ball, straight and true, arcing high… just ...
    like my cock was doing at the moment. She turned to me. “So, what do you think? Anything I can improve.” My brain was racing again. Improve? Fuck, nothing could be better than that body topped with an angelic face framed with shoulder length golden locks. Fuck me. Fuck her! I wanted to fuck her right here, right now, in the driving-range booth… everyone else watching and cheering as I rammed home my ten inches of thick meat into her dripping cunt. Instead of saying that, I nodded sagely. “Wow, I don’t know. It looked almost perfect to me. You’ve got a slight tendency to break your wrists as you make contact and that might tend to f0rce a slice at times.” LIAR! Telling her that is criminal. Never seen such a god damned more textbook swing. Why the hell did I say that? Cause I WANT her, that’s why! Voice like sweet sugar syrup, she looked up at me and said, “My name is Angela. What’s yours? Can you maybe help me with that?” Fuck me. FUCK HER! No, calm down. “Sure, no problem. My name is Ed.” Giving her my most shy and devilish smile, I stepped forward, hand outstretched in greeting. She returned it, flashing a smile back that made the sun suddenly dim in the clear blue morning sky. Fuck me. FUCK HER! She took my large hand in her two petite, but long fingered hands, and squeezed it briefly. Nice firm squeeze. “Show me please,” she indicated for me to step into the booth with her. Thank God my cock was settling in place because I had to set down my bag. Instead of demonstrating ...
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