She knew that, having been out of the game for a while, she shouldn't be so picky, but she couldn't stop herself from passing on sending him more pics of herself. The second guy was a little better in the cock department, but he looked like he might be Mediterranean simply from the obscene amount of hair covering his body. She knew that there were women out there that like that sort of thing but she wasn't one of them. Again, she decided to skip him and move ass on to the next one. The third match was considerably better than the first homemade two. From the pictures he had available she could tell that he was definitely in indian shape. He also had very little body hair which appealed to her. He wasn't hairless, but only had a thin covering on his chest and just the faintest trail heading to his nether regions. He was tanned all over and definitely looked like a mans man. She could feel herself getting wet just looking at his body pics and she hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet. She sat her phone down for a moment and went to refill her glass. She came back to the living room with a full glass and the rest of the bottle in her hand. She sat the bottle and glass on the table beside the couch and took the remaining clothes she had on off. She grabbed her phone and swiped to his next picture. When it finally loaded she almost spit her wine out. She was looking at the most sex magnificent cock she had ever seen in her life. She couldn't tell it's length, but she knew it was big. The hand wrapped around it only covered about half of it and the fingers of said hand weren't quite touching around the circumference. She took a sip of wine and clicked on the button that let her email the owner of such a gorgeous cock. She wasn't exactly sure how to start an email to a guy that she didn't know. Should she just start off by telling him that he has an amazing looking cock and body or should she just keep it simple and just say hi? In the end she decided to just keep it simple so she typed, “Hi. I was matched with you on the picture sharing app and thought I might like to get to know you a little better and decide if we should trade even more pictures. Let me know. Thanks.” She pressed send and sat back Fingering and waited. She wasn't sure just how long it would take to get a response and she was prepared for it to take a day or more. While she was waiting she decided to enjoy her wine and entertain herself. She sat back with one leg over the arm of the couch and began to absentmindedly stroke her swollen, wet pussy and check out her mystery man's pictures again. As her fingers trailed slowly up and down her lips she big ass began to really study the pictures. He was not old, though the pictures and his profile didn't say how old her was. 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