Being a sexy cougar phone sex slut has its perks. I needed to buy a new car. My husband took care of all the car stuff. I know as a woman, car dealers see you coming a mile away. I was prepared to be bamboozled. But I was prepared. I dressed as sexy as could. A sexy woman, with long legs and a pretty face, can get what she wants. And what I wanted was a good car deal. The car dealer was easily smitten with me. He was cute. I guessed him to be early 30s. This was likely one of his first jobs out of college. He had been selling cars for a while now, but he had never sold one to me. He let me take it for a test drive. I made sure to show off my legs and my panties. I knew if he had a hard on for his potential buyer, I could talk him down in price. By the time I came back to his office, he had the papers drawn up with a price lower than I was even thinking. I asked him what was up. He was a fanboy. He knew me from my porn days. He would have been too young to watch my porn when it came out, but he rattled off some of my movies and when he found out who my late husband was, I thought he might just give me the car lol. My husband made a ton of beloved porn movies in the 80s and 90s. I had to fuck him. I mean he was a fan and he didn’t make me haggle with him. Plus, he was selling the car close to cost. He wasn’t making much of a profit, so I had to give a bonus of some sort. Just like a porn movie, I fucked him on his desk. I spread my legs wide. He stood in between them and I guided his thick cock into my pussy. I told him to fuck me like a porn star and he did. The guy had moves and a cock. I gave him the card of a director I know. He should be fucking women for a living not selling cars.
