Teresa, 58, curvy BBW. After sending her last message to her husband at the factory ("Everything's fine, I'm going to sleep"), she got out of bed and stood in front of the window. Her back turned, only the black string of her thong between her fat, mature buttocks. Her broad back, her rolls, her heavy ass that moves slightly as she adjusts the curtains. I'm still lying on the double bed, on her side, and I watch her. She knows I'm watching her. She doesn't turn around. She stays there, naked, offering herself to her bull, and her husband is at the factory until six. "Look at me," she murmured without turning around. "This ass is yours. Use it however you want."