Olivia Collins lay on the bed with her legs crossed, her long and straight legs had always been the most attractive part of her for Timothy Thomas.
The lacy seduction of her black outfit offered a transparent glimpse at all of her beguiling charms beneath.
Although Olivia Collins was nearing fifty, she was still well-maintained. Coupled with her understanding of romantic nuances, Timothy Thomas's longing for his wife never waned.
Of course, when compared to those youthful and sprightly young girls, Olivia Collins naturally paled in comparison.
But different flavors each have their own appeal.
"Husband…" Her alluring eyes looked at him as she slowly wrapped her long legs around his.
Soon, his clothes were being slowly stripped away under her hands.
The next second.
Their naked bodies tangled on the bed, filled with bouts of breathy moans that could make anyone's ears burn and heart race.
Not until they were completely exhausted did the two part ways.
