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A few years back, I felt really alone.

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Placing the laptop on my lap, I slowly opened it up. I started browsing different dating sites. I came across a simple site and this was by far the easiest to use.

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This was exactly what I was looking for. I scanned the rest of her profile.

She was Asian and liked to dance, cook, and read. Oh, she had a PhD too. And she lived in the same town as me. I wondered what she looked like. I clicked the chat button next to her username.

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A minute or two passed and I figured she was ignoring me, so I kept looking through the other profiles. There was a blonde 55 year old who had a "Filipina milf galleries" picture of herself in a low cut top with a cigarette in her mouth and a drink in her hand.

I just kept Filipina milf galleries my dick in her mouth. She probably knew how to suck cock and from the looks of it she definitely knew how to fuck.

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Darla did something in education and really did love to dance because she kept asking me if I wanted to dance sometime. I ran around my apartment with a raging boner trying to clean up and arrange. I put on some jeans and a maroon button down shirt rolled up to my sleeves. I had a glass of red and smoked a clove on my balcony to calm my nerves. I was nervous as hell. She had a Philippino accent. It was medium to mild but definitely noticeable.

It sounded like a mix of a Chinese and Spanish accent. She told me she was downstairs. I gulped down the rest of my wine, put out my clove, sprayed on some cologne and headed down to get her. I opened the door and she was standing in front of me. She had shoulder length black hair and when she smiled, I could tell that it reached her eyes. She looked prettier with her smile. I took the Indian food she was holding Filipina milf galleries welcomed Filipina milf galleries in.

She walked past me and I followed her upstairs. She walked in front of me so I had a perfect view of her ass. She was wearing black yoga pants and her ass was round and straight up fuck-worthy.

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All that dancing must have been working. Well her ass was just that. I watched her walk upstairs and I followed slowly, both of us just talking about the weather Filipina milf galleries how it was unseasonably cold. She handed me her jacket and my eyes went directly to her chest. They were probably a B cup but I saw them outlined over her tight white shirt.

I wanted them right there. I felt my dick starting to get hard so I hung up her jacket and started opening up our dinner. We continued chatting about nothing, and I was devouring her with my eyes. When we finished dinner, she asked if she could see the rest of my place. I showed her around the kitchen and she got excited by a painting I had. I played along, all the while brushing my body against hers while she commented on the painting of a lotus flower. I stood behind her and stared at her lovely ass again.

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To my surprise she told me to pour her one too. Our conversation on the couch got more comfortable. She swung her Filipina milf galleries over my lap, drank her wine and told me more about herself.

At this point I became more interested in what she had to say more than just wanting to fuck her. She had traveled the world, spent time in refugee camps working with the poor and doing Filipina milf galleries generally interesting things.

She got her PhD, had a couple kids, watched her ex-husband become an alcoholic Filipina milf galleries eventually left him. I lit one up after she said it was fine and though at this point my nerves were relaxed, it still felt nice. Then she asked me a question that led me on a path to become utterly addicted to her tight little perfect pussy.

She gulped down the last bit of her wine, placed the glass on the table and moved closer to me.