Exploring Her Dripping Wet Tight Slit

I was close to cumming, just from the heat of the moment. When I initially had met Charlotte, she was even heavier, though that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I held her face in place and lightly thrusted my hips, until every last drop was out of me. I finished pissing, but kept my shorts down. Charlotte was a heavy-set woman, red hair that flowed down to her shoulders, with round DD breasts that hung down over her belly, thick thighs, wide hips, and a fat ass. Again, my mind began racing to the thought of Charlotte slipping out of her work clothes, sticky and smelly, letting them each drop to the floor. She slid out of her shoes and left them by the door. But it all came to a head one evening when I found myself using her bathroom when Alice and I were alone. I was going to fuck Charlotte that night. I noticed she had some light pit stains on her shirt, as she awkwardly began to reach an arm behind herself.