When we 1st met Margo Sullivan in the November ’09 issue (40 something #190), she told “If sex gets as valuable when I turn Fifty as it did when I turned 40, I have a lot to look forward to.” Well, Margo, you’re Fifty one now, and what’s the verdict? “Ask your woman chaser,” that babe told. “You know, that impressive, hung, dark ladies man I drilled the last time I was in your studio. That woman chaser shot a gigantic load of cum inside my wet crack, so I’m guessing that guy enjoyed himself. I know I did.” At age Fourty nine, Margo was one of the horniest sweethearts we’d ever met. And now at Fifty one? “Honey, I am getting hornier and hornier.” Margo is a accomplished poker dealer, and that babe says that more than several times, players have flirted with her when they should have been concentrating on their hand. “A scarcely any months ago, a lad sitting right next to me at a table mucked a royal flush ‘cuz this chab couldn’t prevent watching me cross and uncross my legs,” that babe told. “He was more interested in whether I was wearing panties than his hand.” Did that babe end up screwing him? “I would’ve liked to, but it’s against the rules. But I have to tell u, my tips are very, very valuable.” Margo enjoys boating and fishing. She likes a Lothario with a priceless smile and a fun personality. “Looks aren’t important to me,” she told. “What’s more important is what he’ll do to please me. How lengthy he’ll spend eating my wet crack and whether that charmer is sufficient of a gentleman to keep from cumming until I have had my fill. He’ll know when that’s.” Margo doesn’t have many unrealized dreams, but that babe did tell us, “I fantasize about a ladies man cumming on my marangos. Certainly, fellows do that all the time, and it always receives me off.” What doesn’t?
