Terence opened his apartment door and shoved me inside. He slammed the door shut. Then we discarded our bags, including other essentials, before attacking each other like hungry lions. I wanted him in the best way, as he equally desired me. We clashed and started kissing in a frenzy. My arms locked around his shoulders. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt while he squeezed and caressed me tight like he feared I might turn into vapor and disappear.
Our lips smacked as our tongues roamed each other's mouths while we exchanged fluids. My eyes were half shut, but I could see him clear as day, as I could feel his hands grabbing my butt fighting to dig into my clothes. My body was still wet from having showered in the YMCA changing room. His clothes too were wet. He had probably dried himself in a rush to meet me outside the changing room. Before we left the club, I allowed Terence to lead me into his living room. It was his kingdom and
I was a visiting emissary. Terence was single and was in high demand for other women. There have been times when we spoke on the phone, and I heard some other women's voice in the background, interrupting our talk. But I never fretted. I knew the game. I was nearly twenty years older than him. By all accounts, we shouldn't even be dating. But here we are, and I'm grateful for whatever time. I enjoyed his company, especially knowing it would lead to sex. We were hurrying out of our clothes
when we landed clumsily on his sofa. I nearly ripped off my buttons while he scrambled to get me out of my clothes. His fly was unzipped and his cock dangled out in turgid majesty. I grabbed it, pulled it to my face, and hungrily sucked him while he squeezed and caressed my breasts. I made room for Terence to settle beside me, then came and knelt before him to suck his cockbatter. I slid my hand between my thighs, fingering my eager cunt, moaning in my mouth as I continued pleasuring his cock.
Hard to believe an old fart like me would be making out like a whore before a young man like Terence, even hard to imagine that he has no qualms fucking me with the type of vicious he would get to someone of his age range. That's enough of that slut, he told me. Come sit on this black dick, he demanded. I swiped saliva off my lips before rising to my feet and coming to straddle him. My massive ample but cheeks settled on his thighs, while simultaneously his cock impaled me up to my chest.
I grabbed the sofa's headrest and cried as it felt like I could feel his cock pressed against the walls of my throat. Fucking Terence feels like the first time, regardless of how long we've been seeing each other. His cock was too incredible, unforgettable. I feel I'd lose my mind if I never got to enjoy him again. I waited for my pussy to get acquainted with
him inside me before daring myself to start jerking my muscles. My hips felt suddenly stiff, like they couldn't remember the mechanics that usually comes with sex. It took some seconds before my body responded better, and another one before the exhilaration got me whipped, drawing me closer to climax. My large breasts jiggled against his face. Terence got compelled to suck each pair, further heightening my
arousal. Oh God, you're so fucking amazing, I gasped. Terence caressed my backside, smacked my rump, and then pulled my face down for a kiss. My hips were jerking harder now. I could feel my buttocks clench each time I grind against his pelvis. The feel of his cock got me exhaling harder. It felt like I was swimming the deep end of the pool while fighting to breathe. This was how I often felt whenever Terence stuck his
cock inside me. He always knew how to knock my breath away. I lifted myself, planted my feet on his sofa while gripping his shoulders, and continued lowering myself down his shaft. Terence wedged the underside of my bud with both hands and started working his hips and thighs. His thighs slapped against my bud while I groaned from the contact of him thrusting his cock up and down my cunt. At some point, he held me tight, grunting heavy.
As he lifted me off the sofa. He rolled his arms under my thighs lifted me higher and resumed jerking his hips, slapping his palace against my crotch. Terence struggled to hold me while I began working my palace at him, jerking my thighs up and against his arms, wanting more of his cock inside me. I didn't want the feeling to end, at least not yet. Terence carted me off into a corridor that led to his bedroom. He kicked open the door and threw me half way across to land on his bed.
I lay on my back with my legs spread and my pussy, winking at him. You'd better come and get it while it's still hot, I laughed. His cock was the most beautiful sword I'd ever beheld, as he held my legs apart before sliding into me. I grabbed his butt, and it was then my turn to smack his ass cheeks while he hammered me deep. He slid his arms under my backside. My legs stayed as further apart as I could make them, grunting and gasping while he fucked me harder and harder.
Whose pussy is this? He grunted, It's your pussy, I gasped. It's your pussy, babe, I can't hear you. Who's pussy your pussy? I screamed, all it's your fucking pussy. His pace increased. Terence was breathing against my face, holding my legs apart while ramming me with all his might. My screams filled the room. It excited and scared me to hear my screams. His body kept slamming into me, forcing me to see stars. I didn't merely see stars, I saw constellations of galaxies.
At some point, I heard myself choking on my cries, like they struck a well in my throat. I tried glancing beyond my abdomen at the sight of his cock pounding my pussy. My eyes were watery with tears. I was pleading in my head for Terence to hurry with his climax. I couldn't take the suspense anymore. Terence's cock was like a nuclear bomb ready to explode inside me. I felt it growing hot each second. He Tensed wrapped his arms around my thighs and nearly lifted me off the bed. Our sweaty bodies
collided as hurt him roar like a lion, announcing his presence. His cock had swelled twice its size, Its moment had finally arrived. I shut my eyes, tightened my grip around his arms, and yelled at him to come inside me. Give me everything, babe, I want everything. He did. Spurt after spurt of seamen flooded my pussy. I had never been so relieved. When he finally lowered me back to his bed, Terence lit a cigarette and then lay beside me. He placed an ashtray on his chest and
blew smoke into the air. The odor in the room was a mixture of cigarettes, seamen, cum, juice, and sweat, the perfect mixture of a salacious afternoon fuckfest. It's past an hour since we left the YMCA. My phone had stayed switched off, since I had no idea if my daughter had attempted to me since and I didn't care. I should be home already to make lunch for Richard. But I didn't care about that either. This was where I wanted to be, this moment especially. I wish this moment
doesn't have to end, I murmured while I cuddled beside him. What else would you prefer? You and me here in bed, without a care of whatever's out there. I won't need to return home except stay here with you. Someone's going to be looking for you. Terence said, either your man or one of your kids. They're going to find me, and it ain't going to be good. I could leave him. I bit my lip when I uttered those words. I shouldn't have said it, but this was a
usual feeling that absorbed me. Whenever Terence and I got done fucking, I start thinking of how great it would be to leave my husband, kids and grandkids behind and come to be with him. You shouldn't be thinking that, he said. My dick's got you thinking crazy. I'm too old for you. I know you deserve someone better and younger like your other women. Ain't no younger women here except you. How about we stay focused on what we've
got and leave out other nonsense stuff. Every time I finish having sex with you, it feels like it's our last. I don't know why I keep thinking that. Yeah, I wonder. He blew a cloud of smoke into the air. I rested my head on my arm to observe him better. Do you ever think the same whenever we finish fucking? Or is it just me I do? Sometimes? Yeah? Come on, be honest, you're
only saying that to make me happy. I'm being honest. He extinguished his cigarette into his ashtray and then returned the ashtray to his bedside table before turning to me. This is me being serious. Babe. You are an incredibly sexy woman. For your age matters not how old you are. But ain't no woman I've met that's as special as you. What you and I have here especial for us. Let's not try to jinx it by thinking crazy.
I don't know. I want to believe you, but I feel one of these days I won't hear from you again, like you're going to think of me as too old or something. Come here. He took my arm and had me straddle him. His penis was asleep, but it took a little wiggling effort on my part before it started nudging itself to life. I knew what Terence wanted, as he too knew what I wanted. I lifted myself, inserted his cock into my vagina, and began to ride him like before.
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