Her hips burned with a fire that was both painful and pleasurable and her knees would need days to recover. Fast guttural moans filled the room, and she was surprised that they came from her.Biting her lower lip, she knew she was on the verge. Her mature pussy flowed freely with her lubricating nectar, and she could no longer feel any of his length or girth inside her body. It was easy for her to totally envelope the young boy, the only thing coaxing her on was her erect clitoris slamming hard on to his pubic bone.She felt his hands grabbing at her jiggling breasts and savoured the sensation as he pinched her thick erect nipples hard. An electrifying jolt of pleasure raced from her nipples to her clit, and she sucked in a long breath.He was now making sounds, not of ecstasy but rather of having to endure her weight and hard grinding. She did not slow or give the situation any thought, and continued with satisfying her own primeval desires.It started as a small quake between her legs. It was held up by spaghetti straps and had cups of lace that allowed a hint of her breasts to be seen through the fabric. The satin fabric of the gown hugged her hips. At first, she wore a matching peignoir, but discarded it when she noticed the warmth of the evening and the seclusion of the cove where Paul’s cabin was. She wore pink slippers on her feet. It was a nice presentation. She took the chair next to his. ‘It was nice of you invite me, Paul,’ she said. It’s beautiful in the wilderness by the lake.’ ‘I’m glad that I asked you, Marge. The idea just came to me this morning. It was one of my better ideas.’ ‘Don’t you wish that it was Audrey here with you?’ Marge asked the question, but it seemed more that she was telling him that she knew that she was a substitute. ‘No, Marge. I’m glad to be here with you. I don’t have first and second choices—only first ones. Audrey has a lot going for her. So do you. Stop selling yourself short.’ Paul knew that he had sounded cross, but he.
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