I'm a fiery, passionate woman seeking a man who is good with his hands, mouth, and manhood to fondle, kiss, suck, and make love to my 44F breasts and tight pussy. I'll let you know now--I have giant, beautiful breasts, but I also have the ass and hips to match. Get me naked, and you'll be able to appreciate a Venus with a true hourglass figure!

My Ideal Person: I'm looking for an intelligent man with a great sense of humor who is patient, loves sex, and loves breasts. Ideally, I want to establish an ANR, because my breasts love attention, and I enjoy being able to give my partner something tasty to repay his efforts. My ideal partner doesn't have to be hung like a horse, but he should know what to do with what he's got--I know I do.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
I would love to fulfill the role of a sexy librarian seducing
a grad student. The handsome older man comes to the library
to look in the archives. I, the somewhat prudish librarian
in the button-down white shirt, black pencil skirt, and
glasses, lead the student back to the gloomy archives.



I trip over a box in the semi-darkness, and he reaches over
to steady me. I look into his eyes and realize that he finds
me very attractive, even though my conservative garb hides
my narrow waist and makes my massive breasts, hips, and
ass give me a boxy look. I smile timidly, and he reaches up
to help straighten my hair, my bun wildly askew, tendrils
everywhere.


As he pushes back my stray locks, his fingers caress my face
with such tenderness that I, damning the consequences,
reach forward and kiss him passionately. He returns the
kiss eagerly, his hands stroking every inch of me he can
reach. I gently nudge the door closed, and it locks automatically.
He is mine for the moment, and only someone with a key can
interrupt us now.


I take his hand and lead him to a far corner of the archives
where an old, sturdy table gathers dust. I smile as I run
my hands up his muscular chest, asking if he's afraid
of the ghosts in the archive. He shakes his head no, then
kisses me hungrily, his lips trailing down my neck to the
top of my shirt. He begins unbuttoning it eagerly, pausing
only to let me slip off his t-shirt. He pushes my unbuttoned
blouse off of my shoulders, revealing my milk-filled tits.



As I unfasten his jeans and slide them over his hips, his
warm, eager mouth finds my nipple. I arch against him as
he pushes me against the table. I am surprised when he lifts
me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he sets me down
on the tabletop. We dry hump for a few moments as he removes
my bra, my panties growing more damp by the second as I feel
his warm, hard manhood straining against his shorts to
penetrate my wetness. I turn over and get on my knees on the
table, then turn and slide down his shorts, freeing his
eager erection. I kiss my way down to his waiting manhood,
teasingly skirting it with my lips and hair, giving his
belly, hips, and thighs playful pecks. He lets out an audible
gasp as my lips settle around his cockhead, sucking, teasing,
and licking him. As I work more of him into my mouth, he moans
and clutches my shoulders. I rock back and forth, taking
him deeper, my breasts swaying against the smooth grain
of the table.


“Please, ” he whispers, gently pushing my shoulders back.
I smile and stop sucking his manhood, giving his tightening
balls a final caress before sitting on the table. He then
hooks his thumbs into my panties and pulls them off of me,
freeing my hungry cunt. He strokes my pussy like a cat, dipping
his fingers into my eager, waiting womanhood. Suddenly,
he drops between my legs, and his lips and tongue work over
my clit and swollen lips and slit. I gasp and buck against
his mouth, feeling my orgasm building.


Just as I reach the point of no return, he pulls away for a
moment, replacing his lips and fingers at my spasming womanhood
with the tip of his eager manhood. I am slick enough from
my orgasm and his ministrations to take about half of his
long, thick shaft. We both moan with delight as he works
his cock deeper inside of me, stretching me to take all of
him. We realize that someone’s bound to come looking for
one or both of us, so we pick up the pace, and he pounds me deep
and hard. I wrap my legs around him and arch and buck to take
him as deeply as possible with every thrust. As I let out
another cry with my second orgasm, he groans and buries
his cock deep in my pussy, coming right against my cervix.



We lay together a few moments, my pussy milking his cock,
his head resting against my breast. With a sigh, he pulls
his spent manhood from my pussy and starts putting his clothes
back on. I grab my panties, being careful not to let his seed
leak out of me. We both get dressed rapidly, and he helps
me get my hair into some semblance of order. With wobbly
legs, I find the files he needs, then lead him back to the
outer corridor. No one has seen us, and apparently, no one
has missed us. He casually brushes some dust off of my skirt
before giving me a final, parting smile and heading to the
copier.


Sometime later, I’m standing at the checkout counter,
thinking about my chance encounter with a wistful smile.
I hear a man clear his throat. I’m taken aback to see my archive
lover looking at me, wearing a playful smile and holding
a stack of books. I scan his card and books, and then let him
know when they are due back to the library. He nods, then
hands me a folded piece of paper. I slip it into my pocket
until I have time to read it. Once I do, I find that he has written
me a note, letting me know just how much he enjoyed our encounter
in the archives and telling me that he would welcome the
opportunity to see me again, and not just for sex. At the
bottom, he leaves his name and phone number. Humming, I
return to work, contemplating how soon to call him.


I would love to fulfill the role of a sexy librarian seducing
a grad student. The handsome older man comes to the library
to look in the archives. I, the somewhat prudish librarian
in the button-down white shirt, black pencil skirt, and
glasses, lead the student back to the gloomy archives.



I trip over a box in the semi-darkness, and he reaches over
to steady me. I look into his eyes and realize that he finds
me very attractive, even though my conservative garb hides
my narrow waist and makes my massive breasts, hips, and
ass give me a boxy look. I smile timidly, and he reaches up
to help straighten my hair, my bun wildly askew, tendrils
everywhere.


As he pushes back my stray locks, his fingers caress my face
with such tenderness that I, damning the consequences,
reach forward and kiss him passionately. He returns the
kiss eagerly, his hands stroking every inch of me he can
reach. I gently nudge the door closed, and it locks automatically.
He is mine for the moment, and only someone with a key can
interrupt us now.


I take his hand and lead him to a far corner of the archives
where an old, sturdy table gathers dust. I smile as I run
my hands up his muscular chest, asking if he's afraid
of the ghosts in the archive. He shakes his head no, then
kisses me hungrily, his lips trailing down my neck to the
top of my shirt. He begins unbuttoning it eagerly, pausing
only to let me slip off his t-shirt. He pushes my unbuttoned
blouse off of my shoulders, revealing my milk-filled tits.



As I unfasten his jeans and slide them over his hips, his
warm, eager mouth finds my nipple. I arch against him as
he pushes me against the table. I am surprised when he lifts
me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he sets me down
on the tabletop. We dry hump for a few moments as he removes
my bra, my panties growing more damp by the second as I feel
his warm, hard manhood straining against his shorts to
penetrate my wetness. I turn over and get on my knees on the
table, then turn and slide down his shorts, freeing his
eager erection. I kiss my way down to his waiting manhood,
teasingly skirting it with my lips and hair, giving his
belly, hips, and thighs playful pecks. He lets out an audible
gasp as my lips settle around his cockhead, sucking, teasing,
and licking him. As I work more of him into my mouth, he moans
and clutches my shoulders. I rock back and forth, taking
him deeper, my breasts swaying against the smooth grain
of the table.


“Please, ” he whispers, gently pushing my shoulders back.
I smile and stop sucking his manhood, giving his tightening
balls a final caress before sitting on the table. He then
hooks his thumbs into my panties and pulls them off of me,
freeing my hungry cunt. He strokes my pussy like a cat, dipping
his fingers into my eager, waiting womanhood. Suddenly,
he drops between my legs, and his lips and tongue work over
my clit and swollen lips and slit. I gasp and buck against
his mouth, feeling my orgasm building.


Just as I reach the point of no return, he pulls away for a
moment, replacing his lips and fingers at my spasming womanhood
with the tip of his eager manhood. I am slick enough from
my orgasm and his ministrations to take about half of his
long, thick shaft. We both moan with delight as he works
his cock deeper inside of me, stretching me to take all of
him. We realize that someone’s bound to come looking for
one or both of us, so we pick up the pace, and he pounds me deep
and hard. I wrap my legs around him and arch and buck to take
him as deeply as possible with every thrust. As I let out
another cry with my second orgasm, he groans and buries
his cock deep in my pussy, coming right against my cervix.



We lay together a few moments, my pussy milking his cock,
his head resting against my breast. With a sigh, he pulls
his spent manhood from my pussy and starts putting his clothes
back on. I grab my panties, being careful not to let his seed
leak out of me. We both get dressed rapidly, and he helps
me get my hair into some semblance of order. With wobbly
legs, I find the files he needs, then lead him back to the
outer corridor. No one has seen us, and apparently, no one
has missed us. He casually brushes some dust off of my skirt
before giving me a final, parting smile and heading to the
copier.


Sometime later, I’m standing at the checkout counter,
thinking about my chance encounter with a wistful smile.
I hear a man clear his throat. I’m taken aback to see my archive
lover looking at me, wearing a playful smile and holding
a stack of books. I scan his card and books, and then let him
know when they are due back to the library. He nods, then
hands me a folded piece of paper. I slip it into my pocket
until I have time to read it. Once I do, I find that he has written
me a note, letting me know just how much he enjoyed our encounter
in the archives and telling me that he would welcome the
opportunity to see me again, and not just for sex. At the
bottom, he leaves his name and phone number. Humming, I
return to work, contemplating how soon to call him.

What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A bed, The beach, A moving vehicle (i.e. car), The middle of a park, An airplane, A movie theatre, The stands at a sporting event, A remote wilderness spot, Under a waterfall, My desk at work, A swimming pool or hot tub, A store dressing room, An elevator, A hotel room, Anywhere

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Fetishes, Light Bondage, Role Playing, Mutual Masturbation, Making Home "Movies", Participating in Erotic Photography, Blindfolds, Massage

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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