“Not too long, I hope.”
“As long as it takes me to make a meal out of this…”
She chuckled, laughing with him as he ran his hand between her legs, teasing her slit on the way up and brushing her engorged clit on the way down. He pushed the miniscule front of her thong aside, a gush of her sweet pussy juices his reward when he slipped two fingers inside.
He took the waistband of her thong in each hand, slowly sliding it down her endless thighs as he got down on his knees in front of her to explore more thoroughly.
Sonja stepped out of her thong, opened her legs, and planted her feet as Kaj spread her pussy lips with his thumbs, covered her with his mouth, and thrust his tongue into her cunt, slow and deep, hitting her from the front to the back and all corners in between.
She threw back her head and moaned, hands buried in his short red-brown locs, and shamelessly pitched her hips into his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth. “That’s it, baby…do me just like that. ¡Ay, Dios, Car—Kaj! That feels so damn good!”
She’d almost said her dead husband’s name, felt the heat of a blush rushing up to her face from more than just what Kaj was doing to her, didn’t know how she’d kept her head enough not to totally slip.
Would he have understood? Young brothah like him with his entire life of sweet young things to look forward to? Would he understand what it was like to lose someone so close, so significant to him?
Kaj retreated suddenly, pushed her roughly toward the air mattress.
Luckily it was soft and well-padded, since she landed on her ass against the bouncy material.
“I want inside your pussy now, baby.”
She wanted him inside, too, but, damn, he’d ruined her groove—she’d been about to come!
Sonja watched now as he fumbled in his jeans’ pocket for a Trojan, deftly opening the noisy foil pack and quickly rolling its content down over his erect penis.
He was back in a blink, crawling up the mattress between her legs like a big jungle cat, heavy cock teasing the crease between her thigh and pussy.
He straddled her hips, leaned in to greedily attack her mouth, his tongue invading, tangling with hers, pushing past it and down her throat, sharing the intimate taste of her.
Kaj bracketed her face with both hands, sliding his palms back to the base of her skull where he fisted her hair and held her in place against his probing mouth.
Sonja bucked her hips, reached down to catch and steer his dick where she wanted it.
Kaj followed willingly, poised above her for a brief moment before burying himself balls-deep in her snatch.
They groaned together as he slowly rolled his hips and she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back.
“Damn, your shit is tight! Squeeze me, baby. Squeeze me hard…yeah like that…shit!”
She would squeeze the shit out of him if he wanted her to, just…as…long…as…he made her come hard!
Kaj drove into her, alternately pistoning and rotating his hips. The friction was so fierce, Sonja thought he would start a fire inside her pussy and she’d combust.
She matched his moves, tightening her twat around him, pumping her hips in a hard, steady rhythm before he stiffened above her and growled, “Fuck, I’m cumming!” Right before he did, Sonja’s pussy spasmed and she came herself.
He rested his weight on his palms in a push-up pose, sweat dripping down his face as he looked down at her with those dark, intense eyes.
Old man eyes, Sonja thought. “You’re not finished yet, are you?” she whispered.
“Not by a long shot.”
The eyes may have been old, but the body was young and willing. Ah, the joys of fucking a young man.
She’d missed some of that staying power with Carlos.
After nineteen years, the sex had still been good, and made most of her married and unmarried girlfriends envious. But toward the end, Carlos’s moves had been nowhere near the athleticism of Kaj’s moves, nowhere as raw.
She’d needed this badly.