In The Face

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I was exhausted. We’d both arrived in Paris Friday evening. Had sex. Went to dinner. Had sex. Slept. Woke up. Again sex. Breakfast. Walk around. Sex. Nap. Concert. Sex. Sleep. Sex. Breakfast. Walk around.

So, yeah, my instrument was about played out. We still had plenty of energy, but there are limits, right? At least in your 50s there should be.

Back in our room after our walk we shed our coats. I took a moment to admire her curves, her wide ass, powerful legs, & those delicious big tits (we’ll get to those tits later).

She puts her arms around my neck. Gives me a crinkle eyed smile. My hands feel the roughness of her sweater as they slide around her back. We kiss. Out come the tongues, lightly & playfully. Then with hunger. Our arms tighten, pulling our bodies together. The kiss becomes sucking, nibbling, biting, our breath coming faster.

“Okay,” I think, “There’s no way I can get it up for this but we can still have fun.”

I pull her sweater over her head, watching her breasts sway as they popped out. Another hungry kiss. The t-shirt went the way of sweater. My balls started to tingle as I marveled at those soft pillows of breasts. She unbuttons my shirt, fumbling at the buttons in haste. We press together, kissing, mouths wide open, her hands pressing against kadıköy escort the back of my bald head.

I unclasp her bra & we separate just long enough to let it fall. Then we press together, skin to skin, her yielding flesh to my muscular body. I’m starting to feel dizzy. I’m breathing high in my chest, nearly panting.

She breaks from me. Strips off her pants as she moves to the bed. Lays back, breasts falling to each side. I throw my pants off. Note my floppy cock. Ah, well. Climb atop her. We kiss again, the hunger rising further.

I slide down to suck her nipples, gone rigid in the cold room. I pause a moment on seeing the bruises I’ve left earlier in the weekend. When I start sucking gently she stiffens a moment, then presses my head down harder. That’s the invitation I need to draw a nipple deep in my mouth. Press it flat with my tongue. My hand has the other nipple in a tight grip, rolling it back and forth. Her hips begin to buck in time to my rhythm.

I slide down further. Get a big handful of thigh in each hand & push up. I’m aware of my limp cock on the cool bedspread. Her pussy, pink & moist, I cover with my mouth. Suck. Lick. I shake my head side to side, a terrier with a rat. This isn’t delicate art. This is raw hunger. I only care to kağıthane escort create the most intense sensation.

I pull my head up. Release one hand. Slide my middle two fingers into her pussy. I curl them as my mouth covers her clit. Suck & curl, suck & curl.

Her hips begin to buck. I clamp harder with my fingers & my lips, riding along with her movement. She screams & spasms, again & then again.

We make eye contact & laugh at the same moment. I slide up her body, her legs still spread, until we’re kissing again, slower this time. My cock, a little firmer I notice, rests on her wet swollen pussy.

I slide my cock along her clit, just a little. Her hips move with me. Again, a little faster. The kiss & the grind generate heat. I’m about at half mast, not enough to penetrate her but sure as hell enough to feel good.

Looking down at those breasts, bruises & all, I have a thought. I sit up. Climb over her legs. Sit just at the base of her rib cage. Slide my slippery cock forward on her sternum & back. Again. She presses her tits together (see, I told you we’d come back to those beauties). The warmth, the pressure, the wild raw energy coming off of her take me.

After a half dozen pumps of this I look down. I’m surprised to see the head of kağızman escort my cock emerging from between her tits. With the size of them, the only way I’m going to see my cock is if I’m fully erect. Glory be, I am. New hunger fills me.

I’m thrusting harder & faster when I hear a growl. Looking down she’s craning her neck forward as far as it can go. Her mouth is wide open, her lips almost touching my pink, swollen head. Her growl becomes a plea, a demand.

Something in me snapped in that moment. I had always been afraid of my own aggression during sex. It left me thinking, distracting myself. I could never just let myself go. In that moment, I was with someone who wanted to receive exactly what I wanted to give.

My lips pulled back from my teeth as I pushed my butt forward past her tits. My now rock hard cock separated her lips. Then over her tongue. On to the back of her throat.

All thought was gone. My whole universe was the sensation of my cock in that tightly sucking mouth. I grabbed the headboard for leverage & started animal pumping.

I couldn’t give you details of the next minute. I was out of my mind (and in my body) taking as much pleasure with each violent thrust as I could imagine. I howled as I came, blind, on fire, jerking, twitching, pulse after pulse of cum shooting into her welcoming mouth.

I collapsed beside her. She smiled, wrapped her arms around me. I began to weep, utterly spent, raw, vulnerable, truly naked body & soul. When the sobs subsided we crawled under the covers & slept, wrapped in each other.

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