
My ex-boyfriend was a neighbor in the apartment I moved to. I hated him and broke up with him, but my skirt was lifted at the trash disposal area and my stocking-covered buttocks were grabbed, igniting my sexual desire and making it impossible to refuse. On the stairs, I was groped all over my plump buttocks wrapped in black stockings, remembering past perverted play and falling completely for it. In the kitchen at home, in a shameful state, my stocking-covered buttocks were attacked, and I was repeatedly penetrated and thrust deep into my throat with a vibrator I used for masturbation, my erect penis bringing me to the peak of ecstasy, shame, and excitement. The affair with my ex-boyfriend involved torn stockings and penile insertion, being dragged outside and thrust from behind on the apartment stairs, further exciting this forbidden wife.



















