Mature-lover

Lupita knows the mirror is cruel—wrinkles frame her sagging tits, her belly folds soft over her hips. Still the young ones look. Still their cocks stir when she walks past. Rob stands at her kitchen door tonight, twenty-something and hungry, pretending he’s only here for the DVDs. She takes him by the wrist, leads him to the bedroom, and peels her blouse away. He tries to undress her; she pushes him back onto the sheets, crouches between his thighs, and takes his smooth cock into her wet mouth. She licks him base to head, slow and sloppy, then lowers her tongue to his hole and laps until he gasps. When she’s satisfied she climbs onto his face, thick grey curls of cunt brushing his lips, and grinds until her slick coats his tongue. She rides his mouth until she shivers, then sinks onto his cock and rides that next—deep, hard, hips snapping. Her heavy breasts swing; she laughs when he bucks and spills inside her, the old woman still very much in charge.