Confronting the Situation
I was worn out, both of us had landed in Paris that Friday evening. We had sex, dined, had more sex, slept, awoken, indulged in sex again, and partaken in breakfast. We then took a stroll, more sex, a short nap, caught a concert, slept some more, and had sex yet again, followed by another breakfast and another stroll.
So, yes, my instrument was not in the best shape. Despite our abundance of energy, I believed there must be a limit, especially for those in their fifties.
In our chambers after our walk, I removed my coat and observed with awe the woman's curvy form, her wide derriere, strong legs, and, most notably, her luscious, prominent breasts.
She embraced me tenderly, looked up with a twinkling smile, and our lips collided in a tender kiss. Our tongues warred playfully, then hungrily. Our arms grew tighter, pulling our bodies closer together. The kiss became a frantic mash of lips, mouths with saliva dripping, making consuming gulps of each other's breath.
"Alright," I thought, "There's no way I can get it up for this, but we can still have fun."
I slid her sweater off her head, enjoying the sight of her breasts bouncing freely. More passionate kissing proceeded. Her t-shirt joined her sweater on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, while she fumbled with its buttons. We embraced once more, our skins pressed together, her soft pillows of breasts against my muscular body. I contemplated my breath, intense and rapid.
Her hands moved from my back, pulling my shirt away. I peeled her bra off, allowing us to pull apart just long enough to let it fall to the floor. Embracing each other once more, I began a slow striptease -- unbuttoning my shirt, allowing my arms to free up. I grinned at her, pleased by her lack of clothing.
We pressed together, and my limp cock grazed against my thigh. Frustrated, I nudged her onto the bed. She reclined, her breasts relaxing onto her side. Removing my pants, I climbed into bed and pressed my lips to hers, briefly.
More gently, I delivered kisses to her nipples, rendered erect by the cold world outside. Briefly glancing at the traces of bruising on her breasts from earlier in the weekend, her nipple stiffened against my mouth. I sucked gently, inching closer in a game of seduction, upping the ante by pressing her nipple with my tongue. Her hips began to grind in sync with my movements.
Inching lower, I inhaled the aroma of her furiously pounding heart. I spread her silky, moist thighs with my hands. I essentially used her body as a pillow, cupping her pelvis, while sucking and nibbling her pussy, generating intense levels of sensation for the both of us. She eagerly thrust against my face, spasming and screaming with abandon.
I glanced into her eyes, our laughter rang in unison. I sat up, flipped around so my legs sat between her own. Straddling her ribcage, I reached for her thighs, gathering the luscious mounds of flesh. I positioned my cock between her hands and raised her hands, pressing my pelvis against her chest.
I never expected my cock to touch her face. Still, I reveled in her playful ferocity, witnessing it for the first time. My cock was riding the edge.
As my cock appeared between those precious breasts, our gazes were fixed on each other, and I drunk in everything she was offering me. Her nipples hardened further next to the butt end of my stiffened manhood. Her legs, veined and muscular, facilitated her keeping me in place.
My rage was tenacious, and I whispered violent words into her ear. I thrust into her, not for penetration, but she breathed a lustful growl of desire.
Her eyelids narrowed and she leaned forward, aiming my cock toward her teeth, ready to receive the actions I had cultivated the entire time. Veins pounded beneath the surface of her neck, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips. Her eyes dissolved into an animalistic, demanding glare. I was overwhelmed and entranced by her seething aggression.
Losing all self-control, I pushed my furious hips against her, allowing my cock to enter her throat. High-pitched moans escaped my mouth while my cock was choked, searing pain entered her throat, ultimately ceasing all of my sense of self. She flexed every muscle in her throat, hands gripping paste from our passionate coupling.
Satisfied with my efforts, I pulled away slowly, the discomfort and tension in the room returned to its former mundanity as I softened inside. But the sparks from our exchanges never died.
My mind was blank. The whole world was just the feeling of my dick being sucked tightly. I clutched onto the headboard for extra leverage and fucked harder.
I don't remember the next minute clearly. I was lost in ecstasy, enjoying every brutal thrust as much as my mind could comprehend. I cried out in madness as I came, blinded by pleasure, shaking and twitching, my cock shooting wave after wave of cum into her awaiting mouth.
I fell beside her, utterly spent, exposed physically and emotionally. She greeted me with a smile, hugged me tightly, and we snuggled under the covers, both worn out and content.
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