While moaning softly to the administrations of your fingers sliding over your hot sex, you lean closer down to the magazine on the floor and seem to completely forget about the other person in the room. Allthough pretending not to take any further notice of him, you can still keep an eye on Mr.Wood's flustered face through a conviniently placed mirror in the upper right of your field of vision as he stares down at your raised bottom.
Still smiling to yourself you keep playing your game on the poor old man, seeing him just standing there behind you with his thick cock still fully erect while nervously licking his lips and taking in the sight in front of him. As he's still obviously in too much of a shock from what's happening, you eventually decide to give him yet another little boon by allowing your soft pajama pants to slowly ride further and further down your ass until you're certain he can see most of your well rounded buttocks and just barely make out the movements of your fingers beneath the tiny string of your thong panties.
Seeing the wild-eyed look on his face and the way he involuntarilly grabs at his still massive hardon, you finally sway your back even further down for him and completing your pose by pushing the thong slightly to the side to give him a full view of your well trimmed little pussy. "There's no way he could misunderstand such an open invitation!" You grin to yourself as you watch him wet his lips and then glance quickly around the room as if making sure there's noone else to see what a sinful act he's about to perform.
"Oh...? Mr.Wood...?!" You let out an expectant little squeal as you finally feel him get down behind you, winking back at him over your shoulder as his trembling yet strong old hands latch onto your naked hips and the head of his meaty cock pushes up against your moist crotch. Despite all of his hesitation it still takes him barely a moment to hit the mark, and seconds later you're both gasping in unison as he's forcing his way inside of you. "Oh...!? Oh yes, Mr.Wood...!!"
Despite truly enjoying his invasion into your velvet love tunnel you're also very glad for the pause that he makes once he's buried himself fully inside, allowing you to get better accustomed to his impressive size as he fills you up beyond all your expectations. Once you're certain that you can handle him you're not late to get back into action however, happily working your fingers over your clit again while grinding your ass back into his hips to get him started.
Soon enough you're both grunting in pleasure while he slowly start moving inside of you, his big hands holding onto your hips while he settles for a steady pace and long hard strokes. Bracing yourself against the floor you can feel your firm tits being mashed underneath you and the dryed up cum on your face stick to the pages of the magazine, and you can barely keep yourself from laughing out loud as you find the situation both comical and highly exciting at the same time.
All that escapes your lips is yet another series of moans and gasps however as you're caught by a quickly mounting orgasm, growing into grunted squeals as you reach your peak and feel your whole body being wrecked by it's intensity while you continue working your fingers over your sensitive clitoris. Meanwhile you can feel the old man behind you start picking up the pace again, and you urge him on with lustful cries as he hammers you through a full series of lesser orgasms while you've barely come down from the first.
As his thrusting becomes increasingly erratic and his breath turns to heavy wheezing you finally start worrying that all the action might be a tad too much for the old man, but still can't keep yourself from cheering out loud as you feel his fat cock start twitching and jerking inside of you, filling your allready overflowing little snatch with rope after rope of his thick cum. As soon as he's done he immediately comes to a halt however, leaning heavilly on your raised little butt while trying to catch his breath again.
Fully satisfied with his performance so far, you're certainly not willing to have his death on your consciousness, so you manage to free yourself of the cum-stained magazine and somehow, though rather shaky yourself after the tremendous sex, get up on your feet to try and help him to pull himself together. Eventually his pulse seem to come back to normal, though he still seem to have great difficulties to get any words out, and weakly nod his approval as you lead him back through the corridor and help him down on his bed.
Still warm and fuzzy in the afterglow of your climaxes you keep him company for a while, lying at his side until you're certain he's fully okay, before eventually getting up to get yourself cleaned up and all dressed again. As your panties are completely soaked you decide to leave them as a souvenire in his box of assorted magazines, together with the one that you let him catch you with, and then return to the bedside again to see if there's anything more you could do for him before you leave... |