mature sexy hoe
The wind
is being knocked from my lungs and I love it, every minute, I want more,
more, more! It’s too much to keep up for long, and soon he slows, then
stops and we kiss again. I lie with my legs wrapped around him, not
wanting to lose the closeness and the heat inside me. I grind my pelvis
against him. In response, he moves his hips from side to side, the
friction builds and suddenly… “Oh!” A gasp springs from my lips as
orgasm creeps up on me and abruptly hits me full force. To accentuate my
throes, he pulls almost all the way out of me and thrusts back in
forcefully. My fingers dig into his back and my legs flop around
unattractively, but it feels too good for me to be self-conscious. With
him, with this man, with my cunt uncontrollably squeezing his cock, there
is no room for self-consciousness. “Ohhh, darling…” I sigh, finally
relaxing and lying still, breathing heavily. He brushes a wisp of hair
off my forehead and gives me that tender look again. “‘Zat good?” he asks
playfully. “Uhhnn!” I respond. “Good?” “Uhnn!” “Good, huh.” “Ahhh…good.
Real good…mmm” Our lips fall together to kiss again, and I squirm
slightly beneath him to feel the last twinges. “Oh, I’m hot…” he
whispers. “Hot” I remark, running my fingers over his back. “Hot for you,
baby…so hot…” I scratch his back gently and start to move my hips.

Just look at that.” “I wish I could.” “Oh, it’s beautiful. I’m so big
and hard and you’re so wet and juicy…oh, your muscles are contracting
around me and it feels so good…” “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Our
words deteriorate into wild noises and the world is nothing more to me
than water pouring down and cock filling me up. I can’t even move, the
best I can do is stand there and receive. “Can I come?” he asks, pausing
for a moment. “No. I want to watch. I want to watch you when you come,
and I want you to watch me. How’s that sound? That sound good?” “Oh,
yes! Please.” He thrusts once more. I grunt and push against him again.
“Feels so good” I sigh. “Yeah, but stop or I’ll come now, inside you.”

“Well…maybe just off certain fingers. Anyway, let me finish washing
you.” I take up the bar of soap again and make suds in the hair on his
chest. I wash his belly and then hesitate. His cock bobs a little, as if
saying ‘Me next!’ I nonchalantly begin soaping his right leg. “Hey, you
skipped…” “Don’t worry” I assure him, working on his calf. “I saves the
best part for last.” “Oh. Okay.” I finish the right leg, proceed to the
left, then finally arrive at the area he’s been waiting for me to arrive
at. I soap it between my hands, the soap slithery in my palms around his
hard shaft. I drop the bar of soap and slide my hands around in all that
lovely slipperiness. I spread the lather all through his hair, all over
his balls, between the cheeks of his ass. He sighs and claws at my back.
“Okay, rinse off” I instruct him. He rinses, then I make sure all the
soap is gone and get on my knees again. I press my face against his
crotch, which being freshly washed doesn’t smell like anything. I take
his cock into my mouth, and it tastes like water. The water is pouring
down over me, dripping on my head. I close my eyes and suck. I imagine my
mouth as another vagina and fuck him with it energetically.I can taste
love-drops. “I love to have my mouth full of this” I say, pausing for a
moment. “I bet you do” he says, running his hands through my hair. He
thrusts his cock against my cheek. I grab hold of it lovingly and rub it
on my face. I moan, and so does he as I pull back and slide my lips over
it again. I suck until he starts getting too excited. I straighten up.

“I’d be careful with that if I were you. It’s still a
touchy subject for me.” I gave her a moment to digest that. “So
I want to recapture my youth. I didn’t think 40 was all that
old, compared let’s say, to 80. Let’s assume for the moment that
you are right. So what.”

“It’s the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You
don’t belong in this group anyway – - I checked at the desk and
they put you in this class by mistake – - you should be doing
lower impact aerobics until you work yourself back into some sort
of shape.”