Mom Sonia gets into you to sniff her wet panties
Whore Sonia’s Explicit Invitation: A Mature Tale
Yo, listen up, homie. If you’re a fan of Miss Sonia, then be on call, ’cause this ain’t your typical fan fiction. This post is for adults only, so if you’re under 18 or easily offended, skedaddle now.
So, there I was, chillin’ at home, mindin’ my own business, when I got a mysterious text from Woman Sonia herself. She invited me over to her penthouse, said she had something special for me. I was pumped, ’cause Woman Sonia is a fine piece of ass, always dressin’ to impress.
I showed up at her place, and she was waitin’ for me in a lacey, see-through robe. She smiled, her teeth perfect and white, and said, “Hey there, I thought we could have some delight.” I was already hard as a rock, just lookin’ at her.
She led me to her bedroom, and that’s when things got weird, and explicit, and a whole lot of bloody eager. She sat on the edge of her bed, and with a wink, she said, “I bet you can’t guess what I’ve got hidden away.”
She reached underneath the bed and pulled out a boobies of her soaked, lacy underwear. “Want a smell?” she asked, holdin’ ’em up to my nose. I couldn’t believe it. Vamp Sonia wanted me to sniff her used underwear. I took a whiff, and man, it was like sniffin’ a goddamn rainbow.
She handed me the underwear, and I took ’em in my hands. I could feel the dampness, and I knew exactly what had happened. Lady Sonia was a fiery one, and she wasn’t afraid to get it.
She pulled off her robe, and there she was, naked as the day she was born. She was perfect, with figure in all the right places. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She dropped to her knees in front of me, and that’s when shit really started to go down. She was hot and wet, and she didn’t hold back. She worked her magic on my shaft, and before I knew it, I was ready to burst.
She jumped on top of me, her boobs bouncin’ as she rode me like a pro. I grabbed her ass, squeezin’ it tight as she rode me harder and harder. I could feel the tension buildin’, and then, it happened. I came like a motherfucker, shootin’ load after load into her.
She slowed down, savorin’ the feelin’ of my zenith inside her. Then, she smiled, and said, “That was gift, wasn’t it?” I nodded, speechless, still catchin’ my breath.
Before I left, she handed me back her soaked underwear. “Take ’em,” she said. “Keep ’em as a souvenir. I hope you enjoyed your little dirty video.” I took ’em, grateful for the memory of that driven night with Hottie Sonia.
So, there you have it, folks. A little trashy, explicit tale of Goddess Sonia and her soaked underwear. If you made it this far, then congratulations, you have the stamina of a obscene star. Thanks for readin’.
