“Second” Lady Jenkins

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“Second” Lady Jenkins
It was already nine thirty, And she said she would be here by nine. I told her the name of the motel, and I gave her the address. And I texted her the room number as soon as I checked in too. So I was sure she had all the information she needed. She is a very well-organized and time conscious woman. It was not like her to be late, especially not this late. But not long after I started worrying, I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door and I saw a woman standing there I didn’t recognize at all. She was wearing black sneakers, baggy black sweatpants, and a black hoodie covering her entire head. Her head was bowed, hiding her face under her hoodie. Her wide hips and thick thighs caught my attention, but with the shadow covering her face I couldn’t see who it was. I was about to shut the door, until she lifted head. When the dim light shined on her face I recognized her immediately.

“Hi Miss Je…Hi Stacey.”
“Hi baby. Sorry I’m late. I just have to be careful, you know? There were people standing around outside.”
“Yeah, I understand.”

She slipped into the motel room and sat on the bed, dropping her purse on the nightstand.

“I had to go change into some different clothes too. I can’t be walking around a motel in my church clothes. Somebody might recognize me.”
“That’s alright, that’s alright. I understand. I’m just glad you’re here.”
She let out a sigh. “Yeah. Me too, baby”

She unzipped and took off her hoodie and dropped it in a nearby chair. It turned out that she was only wearing her bra underneath it, nothing else. Then she twisted out of her bra and dropped it on top of her hoodie. Next she shimmied out of her baggy sweatpants to show her big white panties covering her wide black ass.

She stepped over to the bed and peeled back the covers. “Can you lay down for me baby?”
“What do you want me to do?
“Nothing, don’t do anything. Just lay right down.”

So I took off my clothes and laid right down. She peeled her shiny güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri white panties down from her big black ass, and stood with her thighs spread apart. Then she licked her middle finger and rubbed her clit with it. And she started praying…

“Oh jesus…oh lord…oh merciful god…”

Then she threw one leg over me, and lowered herself onto my dick. Her gaping pussy landed on my shaft, so I felt how hot and wet she was before I was even inside her. But she adjusted her body, wiggled her hips and ass, and slid my dick right up into her pussy. As she did she let out a long, low moan.

“Mmmm, it feels so good to have a MAN inside me again!”

Her pussy was already slippery wet. She rocked her ass up and down and back and forth on my dick like she was a machine built to fuck me. She braced her hands on the headboard, and grinded her ass down on my dick. I grabbed her ass cheeks as hard as I could, shaking them as she bounced. And she kept cumming and cumming on me, over and over.

“Ooooh, hallelujah! Hallelujah! Lord jesus halleluja!”

She rode on top of me for what felt like hours, but I didn’t mind at all. She stopped whenever she needed to catch her breath, or whenever she was cumming. And I didn’t do anything to stop her. Not only was her pussy wet, but she was squirting and making her whole crotch wet too.

I caressed her titties, and sucked her nipples, but she didn’t seem to even notice. Her eyes were closed as she rode her ass on top of my dick, twisting and swaying her body in a rhythm only she could hear.

Every few minutes she would stop and her pussy would clench around my dick. And a warm wet “squish” would flood over my dick and into my lap. Before I realized it, her crotch, her thighs, my stomach, and part of the bed were soaking wet with her warm squirts and juices.

And when she finally stopped, she collapsed on top of me, out of breath, panting and praying with every breath she took.

“Oh güvenilir bahis şirketleri baby… Oh precious lord… Oh lord jesus… Oh hallelujah…”

I put my hands around her and caressed her big round ass as she laid on top of me. And with all the wet spots on the bed, we were keeping each other warm. She stayed laying there on top of me for a while, panting and praying.

Eventually she peeled herself up from me. I was soaked, and her thighs were sticky and soaked too. And she had worked up a frothy foam around her pussy with her squirts and my cum. The rush of cold air on our wet bodies sobered us up quickly.

“Ooooh, praise jesus. Praise the lord” she said with a sound of pure relief in her voice. “I got to go clean up now, baby” she said walking to the bathroom.
“Okay. I’m thirsty. Do you want something to drink?”
“Yes, just get me whatever they got” she said, still a little out of breath.

I paused to watch her turn the shower on, testing the temperature with her hand. When it was right she took a handful of water and used it to wash away some of the thick foamy cum in her crotch. She took another handful and washed away some more. With the next handful, her hand stayed between her legs. Her ass started making tiny little jiggles as she vibrated her hand in between her thighs.

“Mmph! Mmmph! UNNNGH! Halleluja!” she yelled, before she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain.

While she was in the shower, I got semi-dressed to go get some ice and drinks. I was walking back with the ice bucket and a couple bottles of water when another motel room door opened. I didn’t pay much attention at first, until I was inside our room and I turned around to close the door. That’s when I saw them. There, maybe 30 yards away, were deacon Melville and Ms. Robertson the church’s choir director, coming out of their motel room.

I stepped inside just in time for them to not notice me. But I clearly saw both of them together. canlı bahis şirketleri I thought to myself “So THAT’S what the deacon is looking at during the music numbers! He’s not watching how well she conducts the choir. He’s looking at her fifty-gallon titties wobbling back and forth under her choir robe!” I can’t say that I blame him though. Ms. Robertson likes to show off her huge titties and cleavage when she doesn’t have her choir robe on.

I didn’t say anything to Stacey about it. I thought she might have freaked out, as cautious as she always is about being discovered. But watched from the window as the deacon got into his big car. And then Ms Robertson squeezed her giant titties into her small car. And they both drove their separate ways.

When Stacey got out of the shower, she dried off naked in front of me. And then she put her underwear, sweats, and hoodie back on right away. Not saying a word, she took a bottle of water and started drinking. Then she sat down next to me in the bed, with a sad expression on her face. And without looking at me or turning my way she spoke up.

“You know I can’t stay here, right? I have to go home. I have to pray to god for forgiveness.”
“Yes I know. I understand.”
“Alright, baby. Will I see you at church next Sunday?”
“Yes you will.”
“Okay. Good night. Pray for me. I’ll be praying for you too. God bless you.”
“God bless you too, Ms. Jenkins.”

A little smile crept across her face when she saw I was respecting her boundaries. We hugged each other. My hand drifted down to her waist, and to the small of her back. But I didn’t let it go any further. Not tonight.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and pulled her hoodie over her head. Then she turned, cracked open the door, checking to see if anyone was watching, and slipped out and walked away. I peeked out of the window as she walked down the motel driveway and onto the street. She was still shifting and waggling her big cum-filled ass underneath her sweatpants. Soon she walked away from the motel’s lights and into the shadows, and blended back into the night.

Afterwards I took a shower, got all my things together, and checked out. Ms. Jenkins and I had been seeing each other for a while. But this was the first time I actually wondered if would get to see her again.

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