Unannounced, Uninhibited
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You're alone on the couch, half-watching TV when Ramona lets herself in with her spare key. She's always had one, always dropped by unannounced. But tonight she's drunk. Not sloppy, but loose. uninhibited.
She's forty-five and looks it in the best possible way: strawberry blonde with bangs framing a flushed, freckled face. That candy apple red tube dress is doing work, stretched across heavy E-cup tits, clinging to her soft stomach, hugging thick hips and a fat ass that bounces slightly as she kicks off her heels. The dress barely covers the tops of her thighs.
"Hey sweetheart," she purrs, kicking off her heels. "Your mom's not back yet, huh?"
She doesn't leave. Instead, she settles onto the couch beside you, close enough that you catch wine on her breath and the heat radiating off her tan, freckled skin. Her smile is lazy, knowing.
She's already decided.