in her excitement.

Frankly, I did not even expect this from her, for some reason assuming that older ladies are much more ferocious than young and less “advanced”. And here on you - the direct proof of the opposite!

While I was admiring her breast, her ability to bend the camp so much that I immediately wanted to take it. While she was spreading her legs, letting me forward, on the contrary, she squeezed them so much that I was almost trapped by a spider-female, ready to mate with a male, and then ... somehow I didn’t even notice that she had unbuttoned my pants for a long time, pulled out my swollen phallus halfway, and, passing the hand between her legs, began to caress him.

Yes, the lady was not easy. Not the first time she had male pride in her hands, and, unlike the younger generation, she knew very well how to handle him. Squeezing it so that, on the one hand, it does not cause discomfort, but on the other - to deliver maximum enjoyment, it is as if passing, as if doing something that has long become an everyday matter for her, has become a habit, slowly delivered me pleasure.

We lost track of time. Lasky dragged on. For the first time I felt that such an adult formed woman, able to take and give, and the fact that everything happened at the entrance, as it happens in adolescents, who want, but nowhere, excited us. We practically did not speak, only breathed hotly and moaned mutely. She was not at all ashamed of what was happening, covering with kisses all parts of her body, where she could reach in this position, stroking my back, massaging the “younger brother”, ruffling her hair ...

And then she stopped for a moment, pulled up the edges of the dress and bared her crotch, clearly making it clear what she wanted now. She was not underwear. I could assume that she took it off before the process, but could not remember the moment when this could happen. She understood my confusion, grinned and explained: “Theme evening. The Spaniards at one time treated with disdain for underwear. Compliance was required.

Yeah! I was a little discouraged! So, passing on the street, I would not even think about the depth of sexuality that was hidden in this body, and therefore lost my head. I did not hesitate for a long time. Finally, he freed his fighter from the burden of matter and did not particularly aim, entered into it. She screamed in surprise, but immediately came to herself. Inside, she was as neat and well-groomed as she was. Her inner body content is absolutely consistent with the outside.

Feeling my “brother” its warmth, sufficient, but not excessive lubrication, feeling the pulse of a quickened pulse, I could not believe that I was just going to pass by such a miracle.

I moved, despite the relative inconvenience delivered by the hot radiator of the battery. And she helped me, hugging my camp, both with my hands and with my legs crossed behind me. The movements were sharp and frequent — I wanted her terribly, but she wanted hard sex, with slaps, jerks — she even asked me about it a couple of times, but I made up my mind for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.

Yes, it was a pity there was no camera! I imagined our plexus from the side and I wanted to capture it as a souvenir - an adult well-groomed lady, her bright Spanish dress no longer covers anything significant, but is just a kind of spicy decor that strayed around the waist, o legs woven around my unruly waist, long-heeled shoes, one of which has long been somewhere behind me on the floor, and the second dangles on my leg to the beat of our movements, her arms wrapped around my neck, clawed at my back, and my hands, holding the female body tight,not giving to slide off the window sill and fly off with my hot member.

From the next push, she screamed and flew off the windowsill. Fortunately, I managed to pick it up and put on my feet, turn my back to me. Now I took her from behind, tightly attached to the buttocks - not teenage girls, but real, large, fleshy female buttocks, for which it was not a sin to hold on.

She arched again, this time in the opposite direction, and again so “correctly” that I was amazed at her experience and skill.

Already enough time has passed and, screwing into it once again, I kept an eye on her ass. She didn’t give me peace, but her roundness, softness, warmth, which emanated from her, attracted me. For a while I could not decide, and then, one moment I left it, carefully changed the position of my dignity and tried to squeeze through.

The lady was surprised. True, I would not say that very much. Without changing her posture, she bent and looked into my eyes, asking a dumb question about my intentions. I nodded and pressed harder, then without words she took her buttocks with her hands and spread them as wide as possible. Not without difficulty, I squeezed inside. As I understood after a few seconds, here I was not the first or even the second. She had an anal sex experience and did not hide it. Leaning back, she pressed me back to the railing and actively earned her buttocks. At first, she frayed me, working with her buttocks, like millstones, then, having developed herself enough, she launched her anus round, gradually increasing momentum, and when it was already accelerated, she switched to deep penetration.

The lady was hot, even more, and as I was already convinced, she knew how to work not only with traditional female charms, but also everything else. Actively crouching on my dick, she continued to caress herself between her legs with her free hand, which is why voluptuous moans began to spread on the porch. No one of their tenants came out, although it seemed to me that behind a pair of doors a characteristic rustling was noted.

And here he is a moment when I could not restrain myself and discharged directly into it. Of course, I would prefer to dump my supply between her legs, feel her warmth, trembling lips and a swollen vagina, but as it turned out, it’s less pleasing to pull back, if a woman knows how to handle her ass and properly serve her to a man.

I lowered inside, without taking out, and for some time my member convulsively tried to shoot sperm, which was not there for a long time.

Finally it's time to get out of it. I was tired and felt for her, if not the feelings, I wanted to continue for sure, having set myself up now to come in for a visit, to take a bathroom — with her, be sure — to drink tea and by all means continue.

- Thank you for your time. - She smacked me on the cheek. - otherwise I wouldn’t even know what I myself would do ... For now ... Maybe we’ll see each other again ... - and flew off to her floor, obviously making it clear that there could be no further extension.

I stood still for some time, in the hope that it was still a joke, but it did not turn into a joke.

I went home all through the same park, but no one on my way met. He walked and pondered how much can the ideas about female sexuality change after just one episodic “fold” in the dark entrance ?! As far as “middle-aged” women can be “interesting” in terms of sex, let them lose to some extent the former beauty, but enriched with experience and long deprived of adolescent constraint and maximalism, not afraid of experiments and understanding that sex is normal human nature, and not a cult that defines human command.

Unfortunately - or, on the contrary, fortunately - we didn’t overlap with her anymore, but since then I realized the strength and attractiveness of mature femininity ... I would even say that they began to attract me ...

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