<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/6c/6a/a86c6a4ea2a504ae27794da454e88296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alexandra Vale</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening, just after the HOA meeting, when everyone is all over the place<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Link (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/07/f6/fb07f6008e7e49db50cd206997406f98.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corbin<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bad house guest<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“I'm more surprised the whole room isn't done in latex.” Alex said as Corbin began to make work of her blouse, slipping a hand against her breast.  “Though I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few latex outfits in<em>his</em>size.”<br/><br/>Her head dipped back, drinking in the lingering scent of cologne and that always delicious masculine scent.  The feel of him was enough to get her body going, to turn up the heat she felt burning away in her cunt, the increasing tightness she felt within her from his touch.  But that scent, that masculine scent only made her desires spike, made the hunger she felt for him and his body deepen.<br/><br/>This was what she wanted, to be desired.<br/><br/>Seeing Gregory always felt like a stab in her heart and mind.  It was not an easy task to see the man and be around him.  His betrayal and lackadaisical attitude about it was something that had struck her in a way nothing else had in her life.  For years she had lived with that in her mind, that ever lingering doubt in her mind about her body, her personality, everything about herself.  She had wondered so often what was wrong with her, what had she done to drive a man into the arms of another.<br/><br/>But it was moments like that, and men like Corbin, that helped to repair that damage her ex had done to her.  In that moment, she felt desired, felt empowered, felt as if she were a goddess worthy of being worshiped.  She was a woman in her early fifties, being felt up by a hot, desirable man in his twenties.<br/><br/>Greg could go fuck himself.<br/><br/>Alex kissed her younger lover, her lips planting against his jawline as she slowly and sensually rubbed her backside against his crotch.  For a moment she kept this up, revelling in his attention, before turning on the spot to face him, her head lowered to watch her hands begin to unfasten his pants.<br/><br/>“I want to fuck in that bastard's bed.” She said, unfastening his belt and pants before taking a hand to his cock, caressing and stroking it in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>She could smile and laugh to herself whenever the fucker came around, asking for money or trying to tell her what she could and couldn't do with her Christmas decorations.<br/><br/>After a quick few pumps, Alex stepped back, her hands going to the button of her pants, before shoving them, along with her panties, down the slender, toned thighs and legs.