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I know I’m older than any man she would be with, and that makes me want her in ways I never imagined before.
When my hand slides up her thigh, she shudders and lets out a moan so heavenly, I almost want to come.
My fingers slip inside her wet panties. Find her clit. Tease and tug around it.
She cracks. She jumps up, wraps her legs around me. Her swollen lips grind against the hard ridge of my aching cock. The rush of need drives me. I could lose control. She is wild.
I grin into her eyes as I hold her pussy. Her precious purse. Wet. Thick. Needing. I push my fingers up into her quivering wet opening. She lets go a whimper as she pops open, and I plunge my fingers in.
She grabs my hair. Leans back and falls onto the couch, moaning as she grips my head. My mouth travels down the front of her dress. I pull at her dress to get at her breasts. But she groans and pushes me down.
And she lifts her skirt.
She leans back. Spreads her legs. Sinful. Wanton. Obscene. I see the thrill she’s getting from acting like a slut.
She snarls, “Suck me, Carmine. Lick me dry.”
I chuckle. “You’re so wet, I’ll never be able to do it.”
“You’re a big boy, Carmine,” she says as her eyes shine. “Try. Hard.”
She leans back. I’m going to be her weapon of pleasure. Her hammer. If she wants me as her sex toy, that’s going to be fine with me.
“I’m going to take what I need, Carmine.”
I grin. My voice scrapes, low. “I’m the man to give it to you, Tinka.”
“I’ll be the Christmas fairy on your tree.” She pulls my face between her lovely thighs. Her taste sets me alight.
I tell her, “I’ll give you everything you need.”
The look in her eyes… In a flash, I feel like I can read her, saying, If you only knew, Carmine. I’ll hold you to that.
My lips tug and tease around her clit. I need more. I grind my wet lips against hers, and she pulls my head hard into her wetness.
My tongue slips out to plow along her groove.
She shouts, “That’s what I need, Carmine.” Her back arcs. “Harder,” she growls and moans. “Deeper. Stretch your tongue, all the way up in… Oh yes. Deeper.”
Her hips twist and she slides her ass down, pushing her into my mouth.
She claws my hair and kneads my strong shoulder. She trembles. I feel her currents gather. Rise. She clenches. Her thighs shiver. Her stomach rolls and vibrates. Her hips jolt and twitch.
I’m feeling her heat and force, rising inside her.
To distract myself, I fix and obsess on the wafts of her flavors and scents. My wide, wet tongue is slick and long, stretching up inside the wet clasp of her vibrating walls.
With the pointed tip, I plunge up between her folds, high and deep.
Her pussy flutters, grasping and pulling. Trying to squeeze. Her thighs shake as her ass clenches. I massage her stomach as it rolls and shudders, and I reach up to squeeze her tits, her nipples.
Thrashing and moaning, she drags my face even harder into her. I turn my head, nod, wag from side to side, dragging friction on her lips, crushing her hood and the base of her clit.
She cries out. Grasping. Clawing. I don’t let up.
She pulls me tight against her. I suck and lick. Her legs slam shut to grip the sides of my head. Gushes of her honey flow. She lifts her thighs and her ass. Her pussy open and shuts, gushing. Her legs spread wide, and she pulls me by my head, frantic, crushing me to her like a big cushion. A sex doll. Her love machine.
I hold and keep the movement and pressure while she shakes and moans. I cradle her. Lick her and kiss her, caress her tenderly while her quakes and judders subside.
