Damn it, judging by how soaked my hand feels — the one pressed against her inner thigh — that story she just told about her and her father must still excite her deeply, even though it’s forty years old. I wonder if one day, when Veronica is far too old to do certain things, I’ll get this aroused thinking back on our fucks together.
Anyway, I’m just as worked up — my cock is vibrating with impatience, still held tight between Mrs. Lunsford’s fingers. It’s clear that neither of us can wait to fuck, and it’s only a matter of monts before desire takes over and we finally move from words to action.
I spread open her heavy coat, grab her by the hips, and push her back against a lamppost. Then I imdiately throw myself at her, rubbing my erection through our clothes against her pussy, so soaked it has even stained her dress.
I open my mouth wide and impatiently pull her face toward mine — my tongue already ready to strike like a snake going for its prey — but she stops , placing her index finger on my lips.
«Calm down, Jace. You’re not a lion, and I’m not a gazelle — you don’t have to eat ,» she sneers with a mischievous smile.
Yeah, maybe I got a little carried away — I probably gave her the impression of being a shark ready to bite. Not a great look...
But unexpectedly, she’s the one who slowly brings her lips closer to mine, without any hurry, and the soft, unhurried sound of our tongues eting breaks the silence of this foggy night. The temptation to slip my hands inside her neckline and pull her dress straight down from the straps, leaving her completely naked, is stronger than ever, but it’s clear that Mrs. Lunsford is a woman who prefers things done calmly and gently rather than wildly like two animals in heat — strange, considering that during our first night of sex she seed possessed.
Ah, won really are a mystery...
«A kiss should be like a sweet morning caress you give your woman to wake her up, like sunlight gently brushing her naked skin. A light, delicate touch, enough to make her stir... but not so rough as to wake her all at once,» she murmurs, moving her tongue with complete calm. With her left hand she caresses my cheek while kissing , while the other stays wrapped around my cock, moving back and forth with the sa exhausting slowness. «That’s how my father wanted to wake him in the morning — with a delicate kiss and an equally gentle massage down there. He said it was the best way to chase away negative thoughts and start the workday right, and judging by the expression you had when we t tonight, I’d say you’ve got quite a few worries you need to get rid of.»
Incredible... we barely know each other, and yet it only took her a single glance to understand that sothing is bothering . Mrs. Lunsford isn’t just a woman of unmatched elegance and refinent — she must also be truly sweet and empathetic. It doesn’t surprise that in her youth even her father lost his head over her.
«Close your eyes, Jace... and imagine. Imagine that I’m the woman you love. Picture naked, lying in your bed, still wrapped in sleep, covered only by a light, thin sheet. And now... imagine you have to wake up, gently stroking my skin. Pretend your tongue is the hand you’d use to do it... a light caress, enough to give goosebumps and make my skin prickle... yes, just like that, Jace... exactly like that...» she whispers with an almost soothing sweetness.
So... this is Mrs. Lunsford’s approach to kissing? Wow, it’s exactly the opposite of how I’ve always done it. I never thought that a passionate mont like sex could instead be experienced with all this calm and composure, without the rush to get straight to the point — as if the desire to fuck were as satisfying as the sex itself.
Not to brag, but I think I learned fast, since now her fingers are no longer gripping my cock, but the waistband of my sweatpants — it’s clear that now her body wants mine just as much as mine wants hers.
She pulls them down to mid-thigh — just enough for my cock to stand free before her hungry eyes — and I certainly don’t stand around doing nothing. With barely restrained impatience I lift the skirt of her long black dress, raising it up to her navel, and finally... I push my body forward and my erection slides with extre smoothness into her pussy, already sufficiently lubricated.
I lift her right thigh and she wraps her leg around my hip, while our kisses, now more frantic and passionate, smother our moans of pleasure.
Mrs. Lunsford had said earlier that I make her feel twenty again, and judging by the way she’s letting herself be fucked in public like this, on a bridge, right under a lamppost, she must have been a shaless minx back then too.
At this mont, anyone passing close enough could catch us in the act... and maybe that’s exactly what makes it all so exciting.
The risk of being seen, the thrill of betrayal, the fact that she’s almost three tis my age but still burns with desire and boldness infinitely more than girls my age — all of it combined with her enviable elegance — it’s all incredibly arousing!
«Jace, don’t worry — I’m already in nopause...» she whispers in my ear, her voice dripping with malice.
An invitation that leaves no room for interpretation — Mrs. Lunsford has just asked to co inside her.
At those words, I hesitate for a mont.
In my entire life, I’ve only co inside two won: Veronica and Naomi — the two I love more than anyone else, even though with the latter the relationship is almost irreparably compromised. On this I’m immovable — cumming inside a woman is a declaration of love, and doing it with her would be like a betrayal toward the won I truly love. No, I can’t do it.
I don’t answer with words, but at the very last instant, just when I feel the orgasm right there at the tip, I pull my cock out without hesitation and my sperm splashes onto her lower belly, then drips like white streams down along her thighs.
«Well, I suppose it’s still a bit early for you,» she murmurs nonchalantly, cleaning herself of my cum and fixing her dress.
I nod silently.
To be honest, I expected her to be offended or at least a little angry, and instead she just caresses my cheek with an almost maternal tenderness.
«Don’t worry — I suppose it’ll be sothing that happens when things between us beco a bit more... special,» she whispers, hinting at a sweet smile.
«Yeah...» I murmur — more out of politeness than because I really think our story could ever beco sothing more than a few casual fucks. My cock may belong to everyone, but my heart doesn’t.
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