The mature woman kept staring at my cock the entire time, holding the thick shaft loosely in her soft hand as if she were studying it. Her eyes never left the heavy length, watching it pulse gently against her palm.
"It ain't gonna suck itself," I said, my voice low. I wanted to feel that mature mouth of hers wrapped around me.
Instead of taking me between her lips right away, she leaned in closer and pressed her nose against the base of my cock. She inhaled slowly and deeply, sniffing along the shaft for a long moment, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.
"Ahhh… it's so filthy," she murmured, still sniffing me with open enjoyment, like the scent alone was turning her on even more.
She was really fucking crazy for doing all of this so shamelessly. Every red flag was waving right in front of me, but her body was so juicy and thick and curved in all the right places that I kept ignoring them.
