Page 112 of His Old Lady

Her back arched as if her body knew what she wanted. She stared at the wall, anticipating where he'd touch her next, and he slid his finger in her pussy.

Time lost all meaning. She was the tiniest seed, growing at a rapid pace into a vibrant flower.

He removed his finger and replaced it with the tip of his cock. Holding her hips, he plunged into her hard enough, she went up on her toes. Her head came back, and she moaned.

Even her hips moved against him in like-minded rhythm.

She responded to the hard, grinding plunges with an urgency of her own. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she lowered her head between her arms.

His cock stroked and hit the sensitive erogenous zone deep inside of her and pulled a gasp from her.

Again, and again.

"Curley." Her fingers curled on the wall, and her arms shook. "I can't. I can't."

He pulled out of her and turned her around. Relief swept down her arms, and she reached up, sliding her hands around his neck. He gripped her waist and lifted her. Facing him, she hooked her legs around his hips.

Shards of pleasure split off inside of her, filling each limb as he settled her on his hardness. Capturing his mouth, she made love to his tongue.

A light sheen of sweat coated his back. Her grip on him slipped.

He took her down to the floor. She bucked underneath him, biting into his shoulder. The slight taste of salt coiled her insides. Her pussy squeezed down on him.

"Oh, God." She rhythmically thrust up, moving her hips, climbing higher.

He grunted. She strained. Both of them moaning, grabbing, pulling, pushing—doing their best to crawl inside of each other.

Her heart lurched. Caught in the grasp of her climax, she couldn't stop.

Curley pushed up to his hands and lengthened his strokes inside of her, grinding against her when he hit the end, only to pull back and start over.

His gaze fluttered between her breasts and her eyes. She whimpered, losing control.

"Scream it." He grunted.

The prominent slap of their skin played for her ears. As if drugged, she left her body as her orgasm coiled and unraveled.

"Cur..." Her whole body convulsed, suspending her in time. "...ley."

He buried himself in her and groaned. His shudder rocked her body.

It was the most beautiful, peaceful feeling to ever overcome her. She pulled him down on top of her and held him. Welcoming his weight, she closed her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

He lifted his head, framing her head with his hands. "Never doubt that I love you."

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