Rumpy with the maid and boss [10 min]
Old Ebony Pleasures: Rumpy Plays with Maid, Boss Watches
In the heart of the city, the prestigious building of the wealthy and powerful stood tall. Inside, the penthouse of the boss, Rumpy, was filled with a luxury that only the rich could afford. The air was thick with eagerness as Rumpy’s personal maid, Tasha, made her way to his office for their afternoon hanky-panky.
Tasha, the Mature Ebony Maid
Tasha was a elderly ebony woman, her skin as smooth as velvet, and her build were the stuff of wet dreams. She had a certain elegance that could only come with age and experience. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she walked, knowing exactly what was expected of her.
Rumpy watched from his desk with a satisfied smirk, his eyes never leaving her as she moved. He loved the way she moved, the sway of her hips, the way her boobies bounced slightly with each step. She was a delightful sight to behold, a testament to the gal of old ebony women.
Rumpy, the Dominant Boss
Rumpy was a man of power and control. He loved to see, to dominate, and to be in charge. He had a particular taste for mature ebony women, and Tasha was no exception. He loved the way she submitted to him, the way she obeyed his every command.
Today was no exception. She knelt before him, her eyes downcast, her hands on her knees. He could relate the passion in her eyes, the passion that burned within her. He could smell her arousal, the intoxicating scent of her excitement.
The Nooner Begins
Rumpy leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Tasha. He caressed her cheek gently, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. He spoke in a low, commanding voice, “Stand up, Tasha.”
Tasha obeyed, her body trembling slightly as she stood before him. He could espy the anticipation in her eyes, the excitement that burned within her. He reached out, his hand tracing the build of her build, his fingers dancing over her ripe orbs.
Tasha moaned softly, her physique arching towards him. She reached out, her hand sliding down his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard pecker through his pants.
The Cummings
Rumpy leaned in, his lips meetings hers in a heated kiss. He could taste her fever, the sweetness of her mouth. He pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers. “Take off your clothes, Tasha.”
Tasha obeyed, her build moving with a grace that belied her age. She stood before him, her figure naked and beautiful. Rumpy could reveal the lust in her eyes, the need for release. He stepped closer, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, his fingers sliding between her legs.
Tasha moaned softly, her bod arching towards him. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his pecker, her fingers stroking him gently. They moved together, their bodies trembling with the force of their desire.
The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the slap of skin against skin. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of aging ebony treat.
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