Her mature body moved like liquid, her breasts bouncing heavily above me, her nipples stiff and dark. She leaned back slightly, her hands still braced on my chest, changing the angle so my cock pressed deeper, nudging every sensitive spot inside her. Her moans grew louder, soft "ahh… yes…" slipping from her lips each time she bottomed out, grinding her clit against my base on every slow, deliberate downstroke.
I kept my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her pace and pulling her down harder onto my cock with every rise and fall. She rode me like she had been starving for this, slow at first, savoring every inch, then faster, her hips snapping down to take me deeper, her pussy dripping around my shaft and coating my balls and thighs.
