On the street it was nasty snow. He did not like a taxi, he preferred the subway. After all, you need to buy a lot of things. She has compiled an extensive list. In a small bag are a few gifts for her. Everything will be fine.

Having dug a small case from the inside pocket of his jacket, he took out a strange-looking, tattered cigar. Thrusting it into his mouth and lighting it, he gladly drew in bitter smoke with a taste of honey and vanilla. Looking around the street, porridge under his feet, and all the others who are in a hurry somewhere, he came to the conclusion that somewhere to move in such weather is the height of idiocy. But still, he goes to her. He has already agreed, and she hopes for him. He used to keep his word.

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Quick purchases. Passed on the list, took some good Belgian chocolate, a few bottles of wine and, violating its principles, a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. Sometimes you can pamper yourself. It is unlikely that they will appreciate the full flavor and be able to find significant differences with champagne, which is 10 times cheaper, but okay.

**********

She lived in a good neighborhood. New house, a typical multi-storey "candle". How enraged these vahtershi. He is not here for the first time, it happens with enviable regularity, this grandmother could have remembered, especially since he sometimes buys something for her for her.

“It’s necessary to stop feeding her, otherwise she’s just getting stupid about it,” he thought, looking as the doorman tried to portray perplexity, incomprehension and forgetfulness.

Here is the 16th floor, and there is her apartment. The apartment is small, two bedroom. Yes and good, that still need a single adult woman, almost always disappears at work. He himself lived not gorgeous, let the money and drove. He did not understand the meaning of the mansions, the litter loot and all these "cheap Ponts."

The doorbell, a slight wait, her steps.

- Well hello!

She opens the door for him and retreats. Fresh, hair still wet, it was visible recently in a shower. She is wearing a warm robe and soft pink homemade slippers. She kissed him gently and quickly erased the trail of lipstick left on his cheek. And why did she just make up? Well, yes, she wants to be beautiful for him.

He stomped his boots and entered. She, still smiling, took the packages from his hands and hurried to the kitchen. He looked after her, watching the movement of the slim body under the robe.

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Lara! She was over fifty, but she looked thirty-something. Vegetarianism and strict adherence to church posts preserved it very well. Diluting it all with yoga and one more incomprehensible sport, at 52 she looked gorgeous.

He trampled a little on the spot and finally took off his shoes, then his jacket.

- In the shower you go? - she emerged from the kitchen, chewing tangerine from bought them.

- I took it all?

- It seems everything.

- Yes, I'll go to the shower.

- Towels are there on the nightstand.

- I know.

He did not deny himself a little pleasure. Having made a couple of big steps, he abruptly approached and pulled her to him. He is tall, she is small. This couple looked funny.

“I would take you right here and now — he leaned over, hugging her, squeezing her sides and lowering his arms lower to her ass.”

- We can do it in the shower - she whispered in his ear. “But I would like to cook something while you refresh yourself.”

He did not answer. Hands penetrated under the robe and stumbled on the fabric of underwear. It cooled down a bit.

**********

He took a shower quickly. He somehow did not know how to do this, remaining to smell then even after a rich shower. He was far from those guys on the cover, but she was not embarrassed.

- A good person should be a lot, and men and even more so - she said.

He understood her in part. She was small and stretched to big. He was great and more drawn to the little ones. And in bed it all became not very important, but otherwise he liked it. She found in this a lot of advantages.

“I love it when you hold me in your arms under your knees, against the wall and sweetly fucking,” she said in favor of the arguments of their union of big and petty.

It really was. Low and light, she was easily held by him in any poses.

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It was not the only contrast. She was 52, he was 25. A strange union, but he liked it, and she was happy that she had such a boyfriend. No, he was not fond of women of balsac age. Likewise, she did not contain him in the form of a young lover. Both of them just loved each other’s company. It was not love, but a kind of affection.

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He gladly ate warm food. Without embarrassment, he sat in the kitchen. She was near. She did not touch, but threw anticipatory glances at his “sausage”. Perhaps this nuance was his pride, which in a hanging position looked very impressive. When the “sausage” was poured with blood and excitement, it turned into the wildest female dreams of great manhood. Lara liked his size. It is sad to mention it, but the years take their toll, and the sensitivity fell. She was no longer as sensitive there inside as 30 years ago, but his size solved this problem in the bud.

He looked at her, then at the food.

“Funny,” he thought.

Despite the veganism and fasting, she did a very good job of cooking meat, and sometimes not meatless dishes.

- Maybe you shouldn't spend so much money on me? - she pokrasovala new pendant and silver bracelet.

In her hands she gleamed a new glass flagship smartphone - also his present gift.

- And where else to spend, except for you? - he touched the pendant.

He hung between her breasts. She didn’t have perfect breasts, and over the years everything became very difficult, but he loved this part of her as she is. He loved everything about her as it is. He himself was far from ideal, which is why he would then demand ideality from her.

**********

He sat back off in the kitchen chair. In the stomach, the recent food was slowly digested. Sometimes he groaned. Spreading his legs wide, he gave her space for maneuvers. She gave a great blowjob, did not disdain to swallow the sperm and take it on the face.

Lar! He called out through a sigh.

- M? - she was a little distracted from the blowjob, smacked her, wrapped her hand around his penis at the base and continued to suck, looked at him inquiringly.

- I have there today, it seems, full of eggs - he sighed again deeply. - You can immediately swallow everything?

- Yeah.

She added a second hand. Massaging up and down in circular motions, she caressed the barrel. The head and part of the penis was in the mouth. He felt her tongue walking on the lips of the urethra and the bridle. The member was great. Lara could not take it deep. Her mouth and so looked very stretched. He looked at her lips. The lips of an adult woman who is almost twice his age. Oh, how sexy they were. He loved them so much. Loved for that sweet blowjob that they did. He loved to kiss them. Loved smearing bright or dark red lipstick, which these lips preferred to wear.

He stroked her head a little and moved her hand to the back of her head.

- Woo-hoo-m! - Lara looked at him and smiled, as allowed a member in his mouth.

- What?

“I take it as deep as I can.” You're not small - she beat herself with a member of the tongue, then on the lips and cheeks. - But I love your penis.

She put her cheek to it.

- So warm!

Then she moved, touching him with his face, until he rested against her nose in the side.

- Big!

He was really big. Now she bit her scrotum while the trunk lay on her face, covering her right cheek, right eye, part of her forehead and reaching for her hair.

- You do not cum on my hair, right? She bit her wrinkled skin several times.

- If you do that, then not only on the hair - he already really wanted to finish, but it would be worse to stop Lara from playing. - Do not delay, please.

- Well - a member returned to the hospitable, wet mouth ....