A Cougar&#x27;s Awakening Pt. 02

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: cougar_and_cub, cougar_orgasm, dirty_talk, female_orgasm,
mature_blowjob, mature_sex, public, rough_sex, older_woman, younger_man

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-cougars-awakening-pt-02


"Have you been back here all day?" Arlene asked.

For the slightest of seconds, I almost answered her, thinking she was
talking to me and I was caught. I was hiding in my best friend's pool
completely naked while alone with her 19-year-old son.

/What the fuck would I even say at this point?/

"Umm... no, no," Eric stuttered some. "I uh, went in for a bit and just
came, uh- just came out."

The possibilities coated my mind of what would happen if Arlene caught
me. I knew nothing I did was illegal, but I couldn't stop myself from
thinking the police would be called. I would be arrested and thrown
from the community.

/What would my friends say behind my back at the inevitable lunches?/

"Oh okay," Arlene says oddly. "Well, you should go change. I'm making
lasagna before your father and I leave."

"Okay."

I heard the door close again and waited another minute before I dared
to move. Eric ran over to help me from the pool.

"She's gone," he said. "She's upstairs changing out of work-"

"I've got to go," I said.

"No, wait- lets- can I come over?"

He said it in such a way that it reminded me of a child asking to go
play at a friend's house. I gathered my bathing suit in a panic. My
tits bounced everywhere as I scurried back towards my yard. "No!" I
whispered to Eric. "I'll- I'll talk to you later." I didn't wait for
his response before I left.

I spent the rest of my morning fussing around the house. I cleaned the
floors, I wiped the counters, and vacuumed the carpets- things I never
would have touched on any other 'sick' day. But I thought it was best I
kept moving. It was a nervous energy I found in my legs and hands. I
didn't want to be that lady who sat around the house worrying and
panicking about how many different ways my life could be uprooted by my
fucking my best friend/coworker/neighbor's son. That's something fat
Debra would do.

Something interesting happened though when I went into my room. I
looked out the window- the same window just a few hours before I used
to spy on the neighbor boy- but this time I had excitement in my tummy.
I had a good kind of anxiety hoping to see this young man down there by
the poolside, again. I hoped to be caught in my spying. A pointless
hope, since Eric was not there nor would I realistically put myself
back in that position

/Honestly, I can't believe I took that kind of risk. My entire life
could have been ruined./

/This is not the life I wanted.../

Debra wouldn't have done what I did. She didn't even have a boyfriend
to cheat on. And now my fuck stick of an asshole husband was cheated
on. I smiled at the thought of telling Jeff when he got home. The power
I could feel. The person I could be. Everything was different now.

/I'm different now... right?/

Chapter Two

When Jeff came home that night, I quickly shrank into my kitchen chair.
His barrage of insults directed at imaginary people who weren't there
but who he had worked with today began. Then of course a few cuss words
were left behind for me. They were for not doing all my chores, for
skipping work, again. I felt the power of my secret buried deeper
inside me and that exposed the rest of me to his insults. I wish I
could've said I was on the verge of telling him off. If my life was a
reality show on TV I watched at night, I would be screaming at the
screen for my character to leave Jeff's ass. It could be a final
episode and the next season could be the story of my character's rise
to independence and stardom.

But real life was always much more complicated than reality TV. If I
left him, where would I go? How would I pay for anything? I barely make
enough to pay rent at a shitty apartment. How would I afford a divorce?
And most importantly, what would I do with my life? Right now, I was a
married woman, with a two-story home in a good neighborhood, with a
stable job, and a group of friends who look up to me. Taking some
badgering from an ungrateful husband every night was still better than
losing all of that.

That evening, after Jeff ate his meal and calmed down some, I finally
had time to relax and catch up on my reality shows. Jeff passed out in
front of the TV in his Barcalounger chair with a sea of empty beer
bottles covering the table beside him. His snores hummed at a steady
groan that I zoned out after a while like the sound of a vacuum. Most
Friday and Saturday nights he passed out early in front of some kind of
sports match after a long day of drinking and that was when I took the
remote from him and my weekend evening began.

Bbvvv! Bbvvv!

Bbvvv! Bbvvv!

I found my phone on the coffee table and looked at my new incoming
texts.

Unknown Number

'Hey its Eric'

'Come to your back door'

/oh my god oh my god, what is he doing? Is he insane?!/

My eyes went wide as panic built in my chest. I hurried through the
kitchen into the pantry hallway and flicked on the lights. Its only at
this moment I realized what was wearing and thought of putting
something else on. I wore a tight-fitting pair of gray yoga pants that
showed the curve of my ass too much, and if I wasn't careful definitely
gave me camel toe in the front. But that was not what concerned me.
What did was the white T shirt I wore with no bra underneath. My
perfect breasts bounced like they had a life of their own. Already
committed I continued to the backdoor past the washer-dryer on the left
and opened the door.

"What are you doing- are you crazy?!" I said in a hushed panic as I
cracked the door.

"Listen- I'm sorry! I know, I know," Eric said helping himself into the
entry hallway. "But I had to see you."

"You can't be here. What if your mom comes looking for you?" I quickly
closed the door and glanced through the window to make sure there were
no others there.

"She won't. She's gone for the weekend. My parents are gambling in
Kentucky somewhere. Is your husband here?" Eric whispered trying to
look over my head.

"Yes! He's asleep in the living room and could wake up any second!" I
lied to Eric. I knew from personal experience that very little could
wake Jeff at this point. After 12 years of marriage I knew that once
Jeff hit the 12-beer mark that nothing short of a slap to the face
could stir him.

Eric waited a minute in silence as if waiting to see if my husband was
coming to chase him away. Finally, he turned his attention back to me,
"come over to my house. It's empty. We can have it to ourselves."
Eric's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"No! I can't!" I said trying to think of why I could not. "That was a
one-time thing. We're not doing it again."

"Why not?" Eric asked eyeing what I was wearing for the first time. I
felt warm all of a sudden. My cheeks were hot and flush. There's a
prickling bite that danced down my spine.

"You're- you're my coworkers- my friend's son!" I said struggling with
my words as I looked away. "I used to babysit you, for Christ's sake!"
I caught myself stealing looks at him. His mouth. His neck. His hands.
My eyes flickered to each of them. I imagined feeling them, kissing
them, and already am biting my lower lip. I turned away and grabbed
ahold of the sides of the dryer to keep the rest of my body from
betraying my words.

There was a long pause that lingered, but then I felt him. His hands on
both sides of my hips slid up slowly then down my thighs. I held still,
trying to decide if I should pull away or push into him. His fingers
squeezed and massaged my thighs inching closer to my sex. I
subconsciously started grinding my legs together as my tongue licked my
lips. His right hand moved up to my chest groping my right breast
through my top.

/Was possible for me to cum just from his squeezing my breasts?/

Before I realized it my ass was pressed back against his crotch rubbing
from side to side and I felt his restrained hard member beg to fit
between my ass cheeks. Eric's hand was pushing down inside the neck of
my shirt and I was panting. When I felt his young fingers flick over my
hard nipple, it nearly made me cry out. I realized that my eyes were
closed and have been for a while, but that didn't stop my fingers from
pulling my yoga pants down over the curve of my bare ass.

This was met with Eric's fingers sliding between the mess of my pussy
lips. "Mmmm," I muffled my moan with the back of my hand as his fingers
plucked at my pussy lips before sliding a finger inside me. Then
another. I leaned back so my back formed to all the grooves of Eric's
body. His face getting lost in my hair as I pushed my head back into
the crook of his neck. His hands secured me tighter to him and I feel
weakness breeze my knees.

Every few seconds I felt his fingertips slip, almost on accident, and
circle my clit and I cried out a small high pitch squeal. I pushed my
hips forward instinctively, begging for more, but the poor young boy
was too much a cub to understand.

I heard the chime of his belt coming free and hummed a moan of approval
as I smiled and bent forward for him. His warm hands rubbed the small
of my back and the curve of my ass when I flicked my hair to the side,
looking back to see him working his hard member towards my wet pussy.

"Oh, my g-" I groaned before clapping a hand over my mouth. I felt his
young cock spread my lips and I arched my back so to fill him up inside
of me as much as possible. The feeling was excruciatingly perfect as I
fought my every urge to cry out for more. When he pulled out, I leaned
forward more, my elbows rested on the dryer and I waited for him to
enter again. I still heard the TV in the other room and am struck with
a wave of euphoria at the idea of being fucked so close to my asshole
husband.

He pushed in again, this time faster and I nearly choked on my own spit
at how good it felt. "Mmmm yess... don't stop," I whispered in a high
pitch voice. He pulled out and pushed, again, beginning to form a
rhythm and I knew I couldn't remain quiet for much longer. My tits
bounced free from my shirt and smacked the inside of my arms as I
rocked forward. His thrusts were strong, violent, jerks where I felt
his cock jam into my dripping pussy. He filled me up with every ragged
thrust of his dick. "Oh god..."

When he reached beneath my arms and I felt his hands closed on my
bouncing breasts, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. His hands
squeezed my tits to my chest, his fingers pinching my nipples.

"Fuck me- fuck me-" I squealed. "Oh god- yes!"

"Oh god," he gasped. I tried desperately to stifle myself, but he was
too late. I'm pass the point of no return and from the sound of it so
was he. His thrusts became more ragged and his grip on me tighter as I
was losing myself. My ass cheeks jiggled, and my tits bounced free,
forcing me to bite down on my hand to keep from screaming. Flexing my
ass backwards, I felt him flex inside me as he held me tight.

Jeff cleared his throat suddenly, making his usual hacking sound before
calling for me. I don't think my hands have ever moved that fast in my
life. My pants were snapped over my waist, my breasts were being pushed
back under my shirt, and I pushed Eric quickly outside. He was still
fiddling with his pants trying to get them on.

"Wait wait," he whispered, "will you come over tomorrow?"

"Go you have to go," I said in a panic.

"I'm having a party tomorrow night you should come- okay okay," he
relented at my constant shoving him out the door. "I'll go but you have
to promise to come tomorrow..."

I slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence. I
quickly took a deep breath and adjust my hair and clothes one last time
before I went to check on Jeff. I found him back asleep in front of the
TV as the evening news played. His snores crackled deafening loud over
the weatherman's voice of expecting rain tomorrow night.

I rolled my eyes still adjusting my pants, then disappeared in our
bedroom and hideaway under my comforter. Alone in the darkness of my
bed with only the faintest sound of the TV in the background, I found
myself swimming in my imagination. Perhaps confronting Jeff was not a
possibility, but for the first time in my life my future was truly not
predictable. Tomorrow I could be at Arlene's house, fucking her son in
her bedroom. Or I could be on the prowl for another young stud, eager
to fuck this big titted cougar. Or I could be found out by Jeff and in
the process of divorce. I grimaced at that thought. It was my worst
fear, I knew. But the hidden risk of it all brought a hint of a smirk
to my lips that stayed there until I fell asleep.

Chapter Three

My Saturday was spent completing mundane house hold tasks. Loading the
wash, emptying the dishwasher, and cleaning the windows, which was
oddly more productive than most weekends. Jeff barely moved, of course.
His ass was still firmly planted in the lounging chair. His feet were
up, and his round belly pushed through the low side of his under shirt.
It was a rarity if a weekend came when Jeff left his chair. Especially
now that we had a digital recorder. Every sports game he recorded and
watched all day and night, and that was his weekend.

It was midday when I started to see kids begin to arrive at Arlene's
house. Mostly boys at first. They were young and hard body. They
congregated around the pool in the back yard. College kids in swim
trunks and who carried cases of beer bought and paid for by other
friends obviously who were over 21 years old.

I cleaned my windows and pretended to be oblivious to their presence.
But I ensured that they were not oblivious to mine. I wore a white
shirt with no bra that was tight enough to tease all who looked. All
except my husband of course. It was barely 5pm now and Jeff was
cracking open beer 14. It was going to be one of those nights, I
realized.

By 10pm he was fast asleep, again, in his lounger and the party over
the fence was getting louder. My curiosity was getting more desperate.
I knew it was only a matter of time before I went over there. After
changing into a new shirt and pair of yoga pants I received in the
mail, I walked nervously across the yard and peered over the fence at
the party going on around the pool. I figured just saying 'hi' couldn't
hurt.

/There must be more than fifty kids around the pool./

They listened to music and danced. They played drinking games that I've
seen on tv before. Beer pong and the one where they flipped the cup
over. The boys who grossly out-number the girls all surrounded and
hovered around them. I heard a drunken shout and realized I was seen.

"There she is!" A goofy looking boy with shaggy hair exclaimed. Several
young men near the gate turned and their faces instantly lit up. It's
such a small thing, seeing someone's eyes perk up in excitement at the
sight of you. Like their life had been boring up until you arrived.
Like you're exactly what they have been waiting for their whole life. I
couldn't remember the last time I've seen that look from someone
entering a room. "Eric! Your coug-"

"Shut the fuck up, Gale," Eric snapped as he appeared shirtless,
stumbling towards me. "Hey, you came." He said with a grin.

"I did," I said with an awkward smile and shrug of my shoulders. More
uncomfortable than I would like.

"Do you want a drink?" Eric said extending his hand towards the kegs of
beer up against the house. I chewed my lip for a moment but broke a
teasing smile across my lips.

"Just a drink," I laughed.

Chapter Four

"You fucking pussy! Drink!" I shouted from across the folding table.
Gale howled in defeat as he gulped down the rest of his beer and poured
another. "Never have I ever... ate a girl's pussy before!"

The men who surrounded me all 'oo' and 'ahh' in laughter as they
pointed to one another and slowly some reluctantly drank. Eric laughed
and quietly drank while sitting beside me. The night had fallen over us
in the back yard. Beers kept being poured for me throughout the night
and I lost track of time. Much of the boys at the party who were denied
the female attention they so desperately craved had found their place
around me. Many looked down my shirt, now full of beer stains, from
behind my seat. Others sat across or beside me. I made sure I gave each
of the young men their share of my attention. A touch on their arm. A
squeeze of their thigh. I could almost feel how hard all these
20-year-old cocks were becoming.

The power I felt in the center of these boys and all their raging
hormones was intoxicating. The girls of the party avoided me of course.
They couldn't stand the competition. Especially when their small pin
pricks of breasts were compared to my lush full mature tits. I've
already let several young men get more than their fair share of a view
when they asked to motor boat them and I obliged. What could I say? It
felt good to let loose.

Kids were spilled out into the front yard as midnight neared and I
noticed the louder and more popular I became with other men; the more
reserve Eric became.

/I guess he didn't like sharing his toys./

"Hey..." I started putting my hand on his leg as I leaned in towards
him. The conversations of the crowds around us had risen to a roar when
they were ultimately cut to silence by one announcement.

"Oh shit, cops!" The lone voice warned.

The panic surged through the crowd like a wave. Boys and girls jumped
fences and ran through back yards. Others bolted inside the back door
of the house. I felt the chaos of the kids around me and panic in
myself. I'm of age to drink but if the police saw me here maybe I'd be
put in their report. Maybe Jeff will find out I am here. I stood to go
out the gate the way I came in but saw the beams of the officer's
flashlights as they approached.

"Shit," I whispered. I felt a hand grasp mine and looked to see Eric
standing over me.

"Come on!" Eric yelled as he pulled me inside the house. I followed him
in my drunken haze as I heard police officers behind me giving orders
to stragglers who were getting caught. Eric zig zagged me around
furniture and other people asleep on the ground. He led me up the
stairs and I tripped grabbing at the railing, just now realizing how
drunk I might have been.

"Police, anyone in here?" A thick baritone voice bellowed from where I
just ran from.

Eric dragged me into a small walk in closet off of a bedroom. We stood
there in darkness chest to chest as rows of clothing brushed our
shoulders and backs. I smelled a familiar smell of a musky but light
perfume and realize this was Arlene's closet filled with her clothes
and now her son. I heard steps going up the stairs and we went silent,
holding our breath. We stood there shrouded in darkness waiting to be
caught or waiting for a sign that we escaped the police.

/Escaped the police. Who are you? Just last week you were avoiding
work, calling in sick, and spending your nights being berated by Jeff./

I realized I was using Eric's body to steady myself as I swayed in
front of him. My palms cupped Eric's slim waist as my breasts kissed
his chest through my shirt. I started to notice other things, too. The
smell of his fading axe cologne that radiated from his body. His warm
breath that was on my forehead. I looked up and saw in the darkness him
staring at me. The features of his face were shrouded in black, but I
knew he was staring at me. Quiet. Still. He said nothing but I knew his
mind was thinking of me.

Without thought my hands puledl his shirt off of him and began working
his belt on his jeans. They flung open and I unzipped him. He tried to
hold me, to kiss me, but I didn't let him. I pushed him back into a
wall of hanging blouses and jackets, and he caught himself from falling
as I pulled his member from his pants. I couldn't see it in the
darkness, but I felt it grow in my hand with every stroke. I pushed my
lips into his chest and messily kissed down his stomach. I caught
myself moaning as I exhaled as I felt his cock harden in my palm and
realized there were still noises outside the closet. Movement and
talking in the hallway- maybe the bedroom outside. It didn't matter.
The alcohol had mixed into a swirl with my horniness and become an
unstoppable force. A police officer could open this closet door right
now, it still couldn't stop me from doing what I plan to do to this
boy's cock.

I went down to a knee and lifted the head of his member to my lips. I
kissed the head already tasting the sticky start to his precum as my
tongue slid slowly out circling the head. My thick luscious lips
wrapped around the tip of his cock and I moaned as I slid farther down
his shaft, feeling him rub between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
My right hand cupped his balls and rubbed them gently between my
fingers. I felt his tip near the back of my throat and panic began to
fill me as I felt my gag reflex ignite. Before it did, I quickly pulled
back smacking my lips on his tip and gasping for air before I went back
down on him.

He flexed hard in my mouth as I pushed up and down on his cock over and
over. I made a mess as I slurped on his cock, salivating like a dog
receiving a treat. I could sense Eric looking to the closet door and
wondering if we were about to be caught at any second. I couldn't tell
if someone was outside over the sound pushing his shaft down my mouth
relentlessly and my own panting. Eric's hips moved now with the sliding
of my lips down him. I heard him muffling his own groans. His hands
cupped the back of my hand and act as though they wanted to push me
deeper on him and fling me off of him at the same time. His shaft
thickened so that my jaw aches. I felt his head swell and I clenched my
eyes as my lips locked around the head of his cock and my tongue
flicked his tip.

Then I tasted it. I heard him. I felt him flex in my mouth as his cock
shot slings of cum on the back of my throat. I gripped his shaft and
felt the wetness of my saliva on his veiny cock. Pumping his shaft, I
milked him empty into my mouth. My tongue continuously making long laps
on the head of his cock, licking up every drip of his cum. When I felt
his cock begin to limp it didn't deter me. I swallowed his ejaculate
and kept sucking his head. My fingers dug into his hips. Locking my
lips on him. His thighs flexed and straightened. He groaned into the
back of his hand. His moans only motivated me to lick more and suck
harder.

"Oh fuck..." The words escaped Eric's lips like a dirty admission of
guilt.

I'm not entirely sure how we got there but we slowly collapsed on to
the floor. Eric's head scrunched against the sleeves and bottoms of his
mother's shirts dangling above him with me on top of him and my ass
pressed against the closet door. My lips still worked on his limp cock.

"I think you emptied me," Eric whispered with a nervous laugh.

I lifted from his cock. I was light headed and my eyes in a daze as I
tried to focus in the darkness. I panted resting my head on his
stomach, my long blonde hair rolled to one side as I looked up at him.

"Oh no, baby, you are not empty," I said dragging my wet lips across
his belly button. My hand still gently stroked his shaft. "This here is
my cock tonight, and I'm not done with it. Okay?"

Pushing the waist band over my hips and down my ass, I clumsily kicked
free of my yoga pants. I crawled up his body like a cat stepping over
her meal. My thick thighs rubbed over the outsides of his thighs and I
felt my bare and drenched pussy lips drag ever so lightly over his soft
cock. My hips tease it over and over. Gently grazing the top of it. His
limp cock lied near his belly; my pussy lips engulf it surrounding it
with my warm wetness as I dangled my tits in Eric's face.

Instinctively his lips wrapped around my nipples and began to suck. I
moaned out as I dug my pussy down into his shaft harder. Grinding up to
the head of his limp cock and back down to the ball sack. Over and over
again I grinded on his shaft as I cupped the back of his head holding
it to my breast like the boy, he was drinking mother's milk. "Mmmmm..."
I growled and my hips twerked across his cock.

Soon I felt it start to push back against me. As if I was pumping life
back into it, I felt the blood pulse through his cock when it flexed
into my pussy. I bit my lip, "that's it baby, mmm..." I panted. His
shaft elongated and grew between my thighs. I heard his breathing rise
and his groans muffled by my tits in his mouth. My pussy grinded harder
and longer on his shaft until I felt his swollen head push unexpectedly
inside me as I went down.

My back stiffened as I flung my head back released a long moan. Sitting
down on him completely I felt his cock hook inside my pussy, and I
enjoyed the moment, working my hips in slow circles.

"Oh fuck..." Eric let loose as I clenched and released my pussy lips
around his shaft.

"Mmmm that's a good boy," I said as I raised my hips feeling him leave
me before I sat back down. "Oooohh," I cooed my hips bouncing faster on
this boy's cock. My tits bounced the faster I rode him. I felt Eric's
hand grip my hips and he began to buck into me as I fucked him harder.
"Oh god, oh fuck!" My voice raised as I lost control of myself in that
closet. I felt the sleeves of Arlene's shirts brush my face as I threw
my head back, leaning backwards as I grinded my pussy around his cock.

/I can't believe I'm fucking her son, in her closet. I can't believe
this is happening.../

I felt the tips of his fingers brush my tits and immediately leaned
forward. Catching myself on a rack of Arlene's shoes I rode Eric
harder. My tits bounced inches over his face. My thrusts became more
aggressive. Bracing myself as I forced him inside of me, I saw Eric
about to cum. He grabbed my tits bouncing in his and I heard the
sloshing of my juices as he entered me. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby!"
I cried out as I am over powered by the moment. I felt him inside me. I
felt this boy. My friend's son, fucking me. I felt him flex inside me.
I felt his fingers twist my nipples as I cum.

"Oh my god, baby!" I cried out. "Oh my god!" My hips violently jerked
as my legs collapsed together around his thighs. "Oh yess... Oh
god...." I finally released, exasperatedly.

I collapsed onto his chest. My breasts mashed against him as we panted
in silence together. We heard talking and giggling from the other kids
down stairs and knew the police had left and that they most definitely
had heard us in here. We laid there in silence. Which was fine for me.
I laid there thinking of what I could do next. Of course, I knew what I
would probably do. Clean up. And while I was getting dressed and
cleaning up in here, Eric would ask if I would come back over tomorrow.
I'd tell him this can't happen again, then go home. Eventually I'd give
in again and maybe I would fuck him once or twice more before he went
back to college. It could be a regular thing. Something he and I looked
forward to every summer when he comes back from school. Maybe even 15
years from now I could still be meeting up with him in a hotel
somewhere. Him being a 35-year-old successful business man and me
being...

And me.

And me being a 60-year-old woman still taking care of Jeff... being
yelled at by Jeff... being on the verge of being fired from a job I
hate. Being exactly where I am today, but only older...

I thought of this future for a long time in the silence of this closet,
and suddenly I was afraid to leave the closet. I was afraid to leave
because that step outside the closet would be my first step down the
path to that 60-year-old woman.

Of course, it didn't have to be that way. This world was full of
choices. Risky and safe ones. And people made risky choices all the
time. I could go home tonight and pack a bag. I'd fill it with clothes
for a few days and bring it back here. I could clear out our bank
accounts and stay here for days without Jeff thinking to look for me
here. In the mean time I'd fuck Eric every chance I get and figure out
where to go with my life from here. This could be the start of my new
life.

I smiled at the thought. It was a nice escape. A fun dream.

After a few more minutes Eric and I stood and started dressing. I
thought about the best way to sneak back into the house. It was
unlikely Jeff was still awake but maybe my absence had changed his
routine. The front door might be best in case he was still in the
living room. Then all I would receive is a yelling and some curse words
for waking him up.

"So do you think you can come back over tomorrow?" Eric asked as I
pulled on my shirt. I smiled laughing to myself at his question.

I shook my head, "no. No, we can't do this, again."

/This isn't who I want to be./

"Stop saying that," he said. "Why not?"

I turned and opened the closet door, seeing the dark bedroom outside
and looked at the floor. Imagining taking my first step outside, I bit
my tongue as I felt that fear in my chest, again.

/Who do I want to be?/

I stepped out into the bedroom and smiled as I turned back to Eric and
said, "I'll see you in a bit."

Story Tags: cougar%20and%20cub; cougar%20orgasm; dirty%20talk;
female%20orgasm; mature%20blowjob; mature%20sex; public; rough%20sex;
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