Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side

... over her thighs.

Viv stood between her slender legs as she sat on the utility room worktop. The rain squall was lashing the window, the sudden squall making them rush inside, the preambles to what was to follow played out as she worked close to him clipping a hedge.

His khaki-coloured work pants and pouch briefs were around his ankles and his glistening ebony body was exposed to her gaze and touch, his pecs so defined and his biceps taut as he held her to him and his big black cock moved slowly, but deliberately purposeful, in and out of her gaping pussy.

He’d tongued and fingered her lustfully, paid homage to her breasts, and told her that the reality was way better than what he had imagined on first seeing her in that floaty dress.

“So strong,” she is heard to groan and it seems that she’s spellbound by his big black cock.

Her legs are kept around his waist, and she has locked her ankles around the back of his strong buttocks as she keeps pulling him back into her whenever he eases out of her pussy to the very edge, the slide of that domed hood over her pussy’s walls exciting shivers of longing and soft whimpers of her delight.

It had been too easy to gain his attention upon her, the choice of a floaty cami top revealing her slender arms, freckled breastbone, and the depth of her cleavage.

“I’ll find you…you are something else in making me want you!” he kisses and begins a plugging, sensual, rotation and push of his hips as she claims his full ...

... length, her breasts jerking out of his mouth as she writhes against him and he seeks to claim them whenever their movements allow.

Her body, that of a lusty cougar woman, is open to his sight and touch, her nipples hard and wrinkled buds poking out from the large circle of her areolas, a sight that he delights in. She’s full of him and gives back what he wants to take from their coupling, a noisy and energetic tryst; a real fuck session with a lusty older woman.

They have put aside the real reason he is with her, and Viv is looking down at her full-breasted body, the curve of her stomach, and the outline of her ribs. She’s so darned fit for a woman of her age and Viv can’t believe that he’s taking her. Her mound is shaved clean, her slit so pink and stark against his dark skin, glistening from her juices.

She feels so good with him inside her, working them to the climax they desperately want, her pussy muscles clamping and jerking, tugging and squeezing before she releases his plunging shaft, only to repeat the action when he is deep inside her body once more.

“Come for me…go on, come for me!” she calls out as Viv keeps up a steady and rhythmic tamping, humping her with consummate skill. It’s a wonder that he doesn’t climax, given what they’re doing and who she is to him; a woman who has shown him what she likes to discover and with a guy like him.

She watches as her hands pinch and pull on her nipples as he moves his long penis in and out of her slicked and aching ...