Sally
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- Age 58
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【☆】0478 421 858【☆】
it’s me. Sally. fifty-eight. yeah that’s right – 5..8… read it again if ya gotta. 😘
wrinkles? hunny my tits hang lower than a cocky’s balls on a hot tin roof. saggy gut? soft as a busted lounge. grey roots? fuck yeah.
but here’s the thing.
u think cos i’m old i’m dry as a dead dingo’s donger? BULLSHIT. i’m sittin here wettin’ my knickers just typin this. so imagine what happens when i got some horny bastard kneelin’ in front of me.
so last week the fence between me an Dave’s place comes down in that shitty windy may weather. fucken pallets everywhere. i text dave: “ur tradie comin or what?” next mornin i hear the ute. fuck me.
he’s out there – young fella. singlet. dusty work boots. arms like fucken tree trunks. i pour a cuppa an wander out in my old ratty robe – not tied properly. obvi-fucken-ously.
“g’day love,” he says. “here to fix that fence.”
“yeah?” i go. “good. cos i been feelin real… exposed.” 😏
he starts hammerin’ a post in. bendin over. sweaty back. i’m just standin there sippin my tea, robe slippin off one shoulder. then he drops the hammer. we both bend down to grab it at the same time an my robe just… falls open. whole old hairy slit right there. his face two inches away.
he freezes. looks up at me. mouth open.
“see somethin ya like?” i whisper.
he don’t say nothin. just grabs my hips, pushes me back against the fucken fence post, shoves his hand straight between my legs. two fingers in before i can even breathe.
“fuck – sally,” he goes. voice all shot.
“that’s right, cunt,” i say. “now use that hammer between my legs.”
he drops his work pants. no muckin about. shoves me forward – hands on the palings – an rams it in. rough. dry for two seconds then i’m gushin. i’m bitin my own wrist so the whole street don’t hear. he’s goin so hard the old fence rattles like it’s comin down again.
his phone buzzes. dave texts: “how long?”
he laughs, still pumpin, an yells toward the house: “GONNA BE A WHILE MATE. FENCE IS FUCKED.”
i came twice before he pulled out an shot all over my lower back – warm an sticky – then wiped it on his fucken hi-vis vest.
did he fix the fence? nah. not really.
but he came back next day with more screws. 😈
WHAT I WANT FROM U:
no gentle. no “sorry miss sally”. i’m 58 not 15. pull my grey roots. slap my flabby arse. call me a dirty slag. i’ll moan louder than a fucken quad bike.
u come over – rip my undies off – shove my face in the couch. or better yet, bend me over the kitchen sink. just like that tradie did. but this time… no fence in the way.
i like it wet. i like it rough. i like it when u grab my old tits from behind an whisper “good girl” while ur balls deep.
⚠️ RULES (cos even dirty old sluts got lines):
❌ no condom – i’m 58 mate. my oven’s been cold for YEARS. pump it in. creampie me. watch it dribble down my wrinkly thigh. that’s my mornin tea.
❌ no butt stuff – not happenin. so don’t even ask.
📵 don’t fucken call me. text. i’ll reply when i’m not busy gettin stuffed by some other horny bastard. might be 5 mins. might be 5 hours. that’s the gamble 😘
💰 PAYMENT (cos these wrinkles ain’t free):
CASH 💵 or PAYID (INSTANT ONLY) – yeah i said instant. not “pending babe it’s comin”. not “delayed till tomorrow”. if it says pending or delayed u can turn around an walk. my old wet cunt ain’t a layby.
u don’t like my wrinkles? my saggy gut? my grey roots?
door’s right there mate.
still readin’?
text me. i dare ya.
— Sally 🩸👵💦🛠️
it’s me. Sally. fifty-eight. yeah that’s right – 5..8… read it again if ya gotta. 😘
wrinkles? hunny my tits hang lower than a cocky’s balls on a hot tin roof. saggy gut? soft as a busted lounge. grey roots? fuck yeah.
but here’s the thing.
u think cos i’m old i’m dry as a dead dingo’s donger? BULLSHIT. i’m sittin here wettin’ my knickers just typin this. so imagine what happens when i got some horny bastard kneelin’ in front of me.
so last week the fence between me an Dave’s place comes down in that shitty windy may weather. fucken pallets everywhere. i text dave: “ur tradie comin or what?” next mornin i hear the ute. fuck me.
he’s out there – young fella. singlet. dusty work boots. arms like fucken tree trunks. i pour a cuppa an wander out in my old ratty robe – not tied properly. obvi-fucken-ously.
“g’day love,” he says. “here to fix that fence.”
“yeah?” i go. “good. cos i been feelin real… exposed.” 😏
he starts hammerin’ a post in. bendin over. sweaty back. i’m just standin there sippin my tea, robe slippin off one shoulder. then he drops the hammer. we both bend down to grab it at the same time an my robe just… falls open. whole old hairy slit right there. his face two inches away.
he freezes. looks up at me. mouth open.
“see somethin ya like?” i whisper.
he don’t say nothin. just grabs my hips, pushes me back against the fucken fence post, shoves his hand straight between my legs. two fingers in before i can even breathe.
“fuck – sally,” he goes. voice all shot.
“that’s right, cunt,” i say. “now use that hammer between my legs.”
he drops his work pants. no muckin about. shoves me forward – hands on the palings – an rams it in. rough. dry for two seconds then i’m gushin. i’m bitin my own wrist so the whole street don’t hear. he’s goin so hard the old fence rattles like it’s comin down again.
his phone buzzes. dave texts: “how long?”
he laughs, still pumpin, an yells toward the house: “GONNA BE A WHILE MATE. FENCE IS FUCKED.”
i came twice before he pulled out an shot all over my lower back – warm an sticky – then wiped it on his fucken hi-vis vest.
did he fix the fence? nah. not really.
but he came back next day with more screws. 😈
WHAT I WANT FROM U:
no gentle. no “sorry miss sally”. i’m 58 not 15. pull my grey roots. slap my flabby arse. call me a dirty slag. i’ll moan louder than a fucken quad bike.
u come over – rip my undies off – shove my face in the couch. or better yet, bend me over the kitchen sink. just like that tradie did. but this time… no fence in the way.
i like it wet. i like it rough. i like it when u grab my old tits from behind an whisper “good girl” while ur balls deep.
⚠️ RULES (cos even dirty old sluts got lines):
❌ no condom – i’m 58 mate. my oven’s been cold for YEARS. pump it in. creampie me. watch it dribble down my wrinkly thigh. that’s my mornin tea.
❌ no butt stuff – not happenin. so don’t even ask.
📵 don’t fucken call me. text. i’ll reply when i’m not busy gettin stuffed by some other horny bastard. might be 5 mins. might be 5 hours. that’s the gamble 😘
💰 PAYMENT (cos these wrinkles ain’t free):
CASH 💵 or PAYID (INSTANT ONLY) – yeah i said instant. not “pending babe it’s comin”. not “delayed till tomorrow”. if it says pending or delayed u can turn around an walk. my old wet cunt ain’t a layby.
u don’t like my wrinkles? my saggy gut? my grey roots?
door’s right there mate.
still readin’?
text me. i dare ya.
— Sally 🩸👵💦🛠️
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