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The Wank Bank - We previously connected around a long time back, on one of those filthy dating locales. I was showing my Wank Bank profile, Velvet, at that point, and was being hit on by a lot of messy elderly people men, when this "Sally" individual said, "Howdy." I was feeling really snide at that point, and was marginally peed off, as the folks I had been visiting to were just keen on a certain something, getting their stones off.

At any rate, Sally said she preferred what she saw, simply adored hot Wank Bank trannies, appreciated perusing my profile, and chose to reach me. I was extremely suspicious in any case, as her profile was nearly non-existent and she didn't show any photographs whatsoever, so I hit on an obvious conclusion, and speculated she was some tattoo chubster from some god-neglected place, most likely a size 30, with a level of intelligence level like that of a banana! (I know, extremely discourteous of me!)

She even proposed she could email me a photograph, to check whether I was intrigued. Assuming I enjoyed what I saw, fabulous, on the off chance that not, no damage done! Not my thing by any stretch of the imagination, truth be told. It would mean me giving her my email address, and I'm exceptionally cognizant about my protection and security.

A few unnerving contemplations of a following Wank Bank-chaser occurred to me. I don't know what it was however, but rather she was truly courteous and kind, by showing a genuine interest in me and posing a few remarkable inquiries, and as she appeared to be really intrigued, I faced a challenge and gave her my email address.

Indeed, screw me, what a shock! She was magnificent! A "yummy mummy" — a MILF. I was lost for words, stunned even and extremely, satisfied! (Marks out of two? I'll give her "one"!) She was about similar level as me, maybe nine or a decade more youthful. She had dim, mid length hair, was thin ish (I would agree that about a size 14-16) and had an articulated cleavage, breathtaking hips, marvelous legs, and a grin to kick the bucket for. Great!

I made her cum over and over. She adored it and she shouted (likely more for my advantage than for individuals nearby!). She made me insane frantic, and truly turned me on with her groans, her cries of bliss and shouts of joy, and her capacity to utilize such profane language. Her ex never enjoyed giving her oral joy. I was compensating for it no doubt, and her juices just endlessly streamed.

A certain something however — I know it's rough, thus pardon me for boasting a bit — yet the fundamental justification for why I'm called Velvet, it's because I know how to utilize my tongue! (I had a great educator!)

After seemingly long stretches of oral delight (alright, OK; presumably around thirty minutes) she pulled me dependent upon her, slid her tongue into my mouth, gave me the wettest no limits, most profound tonsil-hockey kiss ever (damn, that young lady can kiss!).

Then, at that point, she l