It's just the way that I'm "sexually-wired." And so, as far as I'm concerned, Bea's breasts are way too big for my liking. And to make matters even worse (from my point of view), whenever Bea is in a standing-up position, and she removes her blouse, and then takes off her bra; her boobs flop out of her bra, and hang straight down from her upper chest, looking just like two, side-by-side, slightly-flattened-out, flesh-colored footballs (by the way, I'm talking about American footballs here--not round soccer balls). That's right. I said "footballs." And that's because Bea's large aureolas and her nipples point almost straight down towards the ground, which is what gives her breasts their unique, football-ish look. And the way that her saggy boobs hang down like that, isn't due to age, either. Bea's bare breasts have always looked that way. Even back when I first started dating her. The bottom line is that Bea's large, enlongated "football titties" just don't do anything for me, in a sexual way. They never have, and they never will. So for me , Bea's breasts are definitely her most physically- unattractive feature. However, in spite of the way that I have always felt about Bea's breasts, ever since the time that Bea and I first started making out during our dates indian together--and all the up until a few months after we had first started having sexual intercourse together--I used to go ahead and feel out Bea's "unattractive" football-looking boobs, and suck on her large tan-colored nipples anyway, as part of our foreplay; while I was assuming voyeur all along that that was what Bea was wanting me to do. I eventually discovered (through Bea's own "sexual coaching") that nothing could have been further from the truth. In an ironic twist of fate, it turned out that Bea never has viewed the stimulation her breasts as being necessary--or even desirable--during sex. In fact, this may sound strange to you, but unlike most women out there, Bea almost never touches her own boobs when she's having sex with me; or even when she's masturbating by herself, for that matter. And so the only reason why Bea was gladly letting me feel out and suck on her breasts all those times during our lovemaking, was because she had mistakenly assumed that that was what I was wanting to do. And that's exactly what she told me, right to my face. Needless to say, I was totally shocked--and, at the same time, very relieved--when Bea finally admitted all this to me! Bea's crotch is definitely hairy, but not to the point of looking freakish. Although Bea keeps her armpits and her legs clean-shaven, she prefers to leave her dark-brown pubic hair “au naturel.” And that's fine with me, because hidden just below Bea's thick pubic hair triangle is her awesome-looking pussy, with its extraordinary combination of both Hispanic and Anglo-looking features. Basically, from the outside, Bea's entire pussy mound has a definite Hispanic look to it. Even her flared-out inner pussy lips--which are so long that they hang down out of her crack a little ways--are discolored all around their perpetually-exposed edges, so that they perfectly match the olive-toned skin-color of her vulva. But Bea's pussy crack is a solid reddish-pink inside. And that's where all of her Anglo-looking "nasty parts" are hidden. By the term "Anglo-looking," I mean that the whole inside crack of Bea's pussy would not look out-of-place between the legs of a natural blonde or redheaded white woman. And yes, Bea's inner pussy lips are a solid reddish-pink too, except for their much-darker-colored olive-toned edges, which truly gives them a very striking and exotic look. And I haven't even mentioned the most unique and intriguing "feature" of Bea's pussy. This is something that, for the lack of a better term, I like to call her "piss-hole mound." What I'm talking about here, is a truly unique-looking, reddish-pink, 3/4-inch-high, slightly-elongated, firm-but-spongy little mound of flesh Hardcore (just in front of Bea's vaginal opening) that supports her protruding urethral "tube," which ends in a large, nearly 1/2-inch-wide, multiple-skin-flap-covered, finger-fuckable piss-hole (that easily stretches open enough to accommodate the tip my little finger). I saw that there was no fuel coming out of the injectors. He was moaning as he waited for the terrible pain to come and his dick was a rock hard eight inches once again. Did she dress like this to lectures, to go out? "Thought I'd see how you were before going to bed," she smiled warmly, "Everything okay?" A recharge that she had ensured he would be up to doing. The AC unit groaned beneath our trembling bodies. Her suite had a receiving room, a spacious bedroom with a large bed and a pair of reclining couches, and a tiled well appointed washroom with a claw footed tub. I couldn't figure it out. Anything ” she said. “I Hardcore told ya voyeur Cuz. Hartwell stated, speaking up. Her pussy was gripping the cock constantly. “You do remember how to masturbate; don’t you.” He was still of a mind to do nothing for them, nothing more than he had already. “Ideal!” Anastasiya exclaimed, with an incongruously bright smile. “Wait… did you fuck anyone at the gentleman’s club?” It would only drive up the cost of their divorce and she would probably be offered a lower settle if she fought it. Before that day I had always chose where we would sit, but today it seemed more appropriate for her to pick. That’s the problem with heavy fire-retardant doors, they almost always squeak. She had a distant look on her face as I asked, "How much longer? He was also too happily busy to notice when my friend tapped Sandy on the shoulder and they switched places. I kiss you and start softly rubbing your mound and outer lips. I tried to raise my hand to stop him. 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