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0481012718 ur new wet granny fixin to ride u slow n make whole bed shake, Sandy Bay –:
Listing ID: 11370962
Hey you. Yeah you, the one readin this with your hand already slidin under your pants. Smile, it's me, Sunny. 58 years young and still gettin wet like I was 16 and hidin behind the shed. Come a bit closer, I'm gonna tell you about me.
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Grew up on a sheep station way out in the bush, where the closest thing 2 a nightclub was the pub on Saturday night and the hottest body around was the roo stuck in the fence line. My dad ran the place and I was up on a horse before I ever learned 2 ride a bike. And my first lesson in how 2 wring a man dry? Watchin my mum. Ha.
Then I married a good quiet bloke, the type who milked the cows at 4am sharp and then slept like a log till the roosters screamed. 30 years of "goodnight honey" and a pillow that never once got wetter than a light drizzle. So yeah, I kept the fire burnin my own way — the blokes from the property next door learned real quick what 2 do with a granny who asks for it nice. Let's just say I got a talent for milkin a man dry and I ain't gettin softer with the years.
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Now look at me. 58, still got the goods and the pic don't lie — big real tits, soft hands, red nails (yeah I keep 'em pretty), red lips, and that little christmas print bottom in the pic? don't ask, I was feelin festive. And that snatch of mine soaks the sheets every single night no matter how many times I've already gone. I garden, I walk the dog, I can still out lift half the blokes at the pub, and I still get that little flush when a man looks me up and down the way I know he's thinkin about.
A few years back I packed up and moved 2 the big smoke, mostly cos I was ready 2 find out what the wild side of town feels like. Turns out I'm still very much a country girl at heart, and country girls don't do quiet.
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so here's the thing, I'm done bein shy. I'm an independent lady now, open to you, and I want my next visit 2 be loud, sweaty and a lil bit dirty. I want 2 sit on your face and make you go quiet. I want 2 ride you slow at first so you can feel every bit of me, then bounce on you till the bed frame is screamin its name off. I want you buried in me so deep you forget your own name. And when you're about 2 bust, hold it, push in deeper, let it all out right where it belongs — in my hole, drippin down onto the sheets like I was poured. I'll hold you after, keep you there, so you don't spill a single drop on the wrong side of the bed.
And the rubbers? Nah. I'm done with the rubber business. Skin 2 skin, naked on naked, nothin between us — unless you're a nervous fella, then we can sort that out, but I'm tellin you I prefer the real deal. I want you 2 fill me up good.
Oh and if you're the type who likes me 2 gobble it all down? Just say the word, I don't get shy like that.
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I got a habit of bitin your ear and whisperin what I'm about 2 do next, and I keep the sheets nice and clean — but not for long. Whether you're a young fella with a spring in his step or a proper gentleman with grey in the beard, I don't care. Everybody deserves a good time with a wet old lady.
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Right, business stuff. My rates are fair, I ain't out here tryin 2 make a fortune, I just wanna have a good time, cover my bills and maybe treat myself to a new dress or two. You help me do that, I help you bust the best load of your life. Fair trade, no funny business.
Cash or PAYID, and the PAYID gotta be instant only — if it's delayed or still pending I ain't sittin around waitin, understand?
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One last thing, hit me up by text please. I hardly ever pick up the phone cos my hands are usually busy… you get the idea. So text me. I'll get back to you when I ain't got a cock in my mouth or a tongue workin between my legs, but honestly? That don't happen all that often. My number's on my profile, don't be shy.
And I don't really check my SecretHostess messages, most days I just don't open that page at all. Text is the way.
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Come on then, don't be a stranger. I got biscuits baked, I got a warm bed, and I got a hole that's been waitin for you.
-- Sunny
~ ~ ~
Grew up on a sheep station way out in the bush, where the closest thing 2 a nightclub was the pub on Saturday night and the hottest body around was the roo stuck in the fence line. My dad ran the place and I was up on a horse before I ever learned 2 ride a bike. And my first lesson in how 2 wring a man dry? Watchin my mum. Ha.
Then I married a good quiet bloke, the type who milked the cows at 4am sharp and then slept like a log till the roosters screamed. 30 years of "goodnight honey" and a pillow that never once got wetter than a light drizzle. So yeah, I kept the fire burnin my own way — the blokes from the property next door learned real quick what 2 do with a granny who asks for it nice. Let's just say I got a talent for milkin a man dry and I ain't gettin softer with the years.
~ ~
Now look at me. 58, still got the goods and the pic don't lie — big real tits, soft hands, red nails (yeah I keep 'em pretty), red lips, and that little christmas print bottom in the pic? don't ask, I was feelin festive. And that snatch of mine soaks the sheets every single night no matter how many times I've already gone. I garden, I walk the dog, I can still out lift half the blokes at the pub, and I still get that little flush when a man looks me up and down the way I know he's thinkin about.
A few years back I packed up and moved 2 the big smoke, mostly cos I was ready 2 find out what the wild side of town feels like. Turns out I'm still very much a country girl at heart, and country girls don't do quiet.
~ ~
so here's the thing, I'm done bein shy. I'm an independent lady now, open to you, and I want my next visit 2 be loud, sweaty and a lil bit dirty. I want 2 sit on your face and make you go quiet. I want 2 ride you slow at first so you can feel every bit of me, then bounce on you till the bed frame is screamin its name off. I want you buried in me so deep you forget your own name. And when you're about 2 bust, hold it, push in deeper, let it all out right where it belongs — in my hole, drippin down onto the sheets like I was poured. I'll hold you after, keep you there, so you don't spill a single drop on the wrong side of the bed.
And the rubbers? Nah. I'm done with the rubber business. Skin 2 skin, naked on naked, nothin between us — unless you're a nervous fella, then we can sort that out, but I'm tellin you I prefer the real deal. I want you 2 fill me up good.
Oh and if you're the type who likes me 2 gobble it all down? Just say the word, I don't get shy like that.
~ ~
I got a habit of bitin your ear and whisperin what I'm about 2 do next, and I keep the sheets nice and clean — but not for long. Whether you're a young fella with a spring in his step or a proper gentleman with grey in the beard, I don't care. Everybody deserves a good time with a wet old lady.
~ ~
Right, business stuff. My rates are fair, I ain't out here tryin 2 make a fortune, I just wanna have a good time, cover my bills and maybe treat myself to a new dress or two. You help me do that, I help you bust the best load of your life. Fair trade, no funny business.
Cash or PAYID, and the PAYID gotta be instant only — if it's delayed or still pending I ain't sittin around waitin, understand?
~ ~
One last thing, hit me up by text please. I hardly ever pick up the phone cos my hands are usually busy… you get the idea. So text me. I'll get back to you when I ain't got a cock in my mouth or a tongue workin between my legs, but honestly? That don't happen all that often. My number's on my profile, don't be shy.
And I don't really check my SecretHostess messages, most days I just don't open that page at all. Text is the way.
~ ~
Come on then, don't be a stranger. I got biscuits baked, I got a warm bed, and I got a hole that's been waitin for you.
-- Sunny
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