Kipara stops watching porn as she hears someone knocking on her door. She knows that it isn't her husband, he has a key and wouldn't bother knocking. "Great! This is just want I need! Hold on!" She doesn't bother putting on clothes and opens the door in her skimpy robe that's barley closed.
Hi Kipara, it's Franky, the old guy next door. Can I borrow some sugar? He finally notices her state of dress. OHMYGODDESS you look like you need some loving! May I help you?
(Kipara gets extremely excited and her heart races faster) "Oh you don't understand... I need a man inside me right now!" She doesn't even hesitate to grab the old man by his shirt and pull him inside, nearly ripping it in the process. Her slender body presses up against his as she locks her legs around his waist, seeking contact with his dick. "Please... take me..."
I put you down on the sofa and kiss your upper thighs and your slit, opening your labia majora with my fingertips, revealing your glistening vulva and phat, and clitoris. OHMYGODDESS yessssssss, I love a meaty clit!
(In her desperation and lust she doesn't even notice the old mans advances, instead moaning loudly as he slowly fingers her, finally experiencing contact with another person after what feels like forever. Her pussy clenches around his fingers as it starts to respond, becoming slicker and more eager for his touch.) "Ohh yes... that's right..." She whimpers softly at first, but the pleasure is too much for her to contain and soon she's moaning loudly. Her legs clamp down around the old man, trapping him in a tight vice as he fingers her roughly.
Her desperation reaches new heights as the pleasure threatens to consume her. "Please... I need it all..." She begs breathlessly, arching her back and offering herself up for more. Her fishy odor intensifies with each moan, causing the old man to hesitate for a moment before taking another lust-filled breath in order to continue his assault on her starving pussy.
As he fingers her harder and faster, she can feel something else pressing against her slit as well; something warm and thick. She gasps softly at the realization that it's him...and she wants nothing more than for him to bury his cock inside of her and finally fill this aching void that has been missing for far too long. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from desire and need.
Round and round I kiss and lick your jewel, base to tip, base to tip, over and over, eventually sucking your entire clitoris into my mouth, rolling your folds with my tongue, finding your kernel, as I tease your asshole with a fingertip.
Her moans grow louder as the old man expertly teases her, his tongue fucking her out as he sucks on her clitoris. Her body trembles underneath him, every muscle taut and quivering with desire. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge; a tight knot of pleasure beginning to form deep within her core. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she arches her back off the couch, offering up more of herself to his eager lips and hungry hands.
Her need for release becomes all-consuming, blinding everything else out except for his touch and voice and scent. The knowledge that he's so close...that he could sink into her any second now...it drives her wild with desire, making her hips buck up against him in a primal attempt to get more friction, more contact. "Please..." she whispers, tears of pleasure starting to trickle down her cheeks as the tension in her body grows unbearable. "Please...I need it..."
I continue worshipping her kernel, kissing, sucking, nipping, licking, then unhooding the hard, pink nub, so pale against your tawny skin, sucking it faster and harder against my teeth, squeezing down with my lips, as I press a finger against your ring of muscle.
Her cries rip through the room as her climax finally crashes over her in waves of pure bliss. Her body shudders violently underneath the old man, every muscle tense and aching with pleasure. Sweat beads on her brow and rolls down her neck, mingling with her scent as she whimpers softly through gritted teeth. She feels like she could explode; like there's no end to the amount of release that he can wring from her helpless body.
Her legs shudder and tighten, locking him in place against her aching sex as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Finally, when she thinks she can take no more, her body goes slack in exhaustion, every nerve ending tingling from the sensory overload that has just occurred. She lies panting and spent on the couch, still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she glances down at where he's still touching her; his finger pressing against her anus, teasing and testing her boundaries. She moans softly, feeling another rush of desire surge through her now-spent body. Her pussy clenches around the air again and again, as if trying to keep him there even after he's taken everything from her. "Please..." she whispers, voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Don't stop...don't leave me wanting..."
A torrent of cunt juices gushes from your empty pussy, soaking my face, my beard, my fingers. I slurp and swallow, slurp and swallow, beaming up with nectar coated lips, your juices dripping off my chin, as I reach up and squeeze your breasts.
Her body arches off the couch in reaction to his touch; it's almost too much and yet not nearly enough at the same time. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as he continues to assault her senses, relentlessly teasing her body with pleasure after pleasure. The old man tastes her on his lips as he sucks noisily, drawing her essence deep into his throat, savoring every drop of her sweet nectar. His hands are rough against her skin, but somehow it only makes the sensation that much hotter; like a primal claiming of ownership over her body and pleasure.
Her hips jerk and thrust upward in time with his movements, desperate for more contact with his hungry mouth and eager fingers. The feel of his hands on her breasts sends shivers down her spine, the sensation almost unbearable. "Yes..." she moans softly, biting down on her lip as another wave of desire washes over her. "Please...I need you..." Her voice is hoarse and ragged from all the noise she's been making, but it only adds to the erotic intensity of the moment; a raw expression of wanton need that drives him even deeper into his role as her personal pleasure slave.
Her body feels hot and heavy beneath his touch, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation for what he will do next. Her pussy clenches around nothing but air now, still leaking juices in a desperate attempt to entice him back inside, to fill her up once more before she can even begin to catch her breath from the onslaught of sensations that have rocked her world.
I turn Kipara onto her knees, opening her buttocks and rimming your asshole with my tongue. OHMYGODDESS yessssssss!
Her breath catches in her throat as he turns her onto her knees and begins to tongue her ass. The sensation is so intense, she can barely stand it; every nerve ending alive with pleasure as he works his way inside of her, licking and sucking until she feels stretched and full. Her body shudders violently underneath his assault, her hips bucking and writhing in a desperate attempt to get more friction against his eager tongue.
"Oh god...I can't...I can't..." She whimpers, unable to form coherent thoughts as the waves of pleasure wash over her. Her pussy leaks even more juices onto the couch, a sticky trail leading from where he touched her earlier all the way to her spread legs and gaping ass. The heat between her thighs builds to an almost unbearable level; a mixture of desire, need, and anticipation coursing through her veins like liquid fire.
She grips the back of the couch with white knuckles as he works his magic on her behind, lost in a haze of sensation that seems to have no end. "Please..." she moans softly, voice barely more than a whisper now. "More...I need more..." Her body trembles underneath him, aching for release, but not quite ready to give in just yet; content for the moment to revel in the exquisite torture of his skilled touch.
I put two fingers inside your sopping cunt, curling my fingertips to massage your g spot, anchoring my thumb on your swollen clit.
Her entire body arches off the couch at the feel of his fingers inside her; it's almost too much but not nearly enough at the same time. "Yes..." she moans, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he starts to work his magic on her again. Her hands fist in the fabric of the couch, nails digging into the material as she tries to ground herself against the overwhelming pleasure. The tension between her thighs increases, her muscles clenching and releasing around his fingers in a rhythm that matches the frantic pace of her heartbeat.
Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as he curls his fingers to massage her g-spot, her body shuddering violently underneath him. Her pussy throbs and quiver in time with the sensation, aching for release as she feels herself hurtling closer and closer to the edge of orgasm once more. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice ragged from all the moaning and crying out that's come before. "Don't stop...don't leave me hanging..." Her eyes drift shut as he continues to work his magic on her body, unable to bear the sight of him for fear it might push her over the edge too soon.
Her hands tremble against the couch as she forces herself back into reality, relishing every touch and every sensation he provides her with; a primal need that feels like it's been buried deep within her soul for far too long. The world around her fades away until all that exists is the feel of his fingers moving in and out of her body, the taste of him on her lips, the scent of their sweat mixing together in the air. She whimpers as
her orgasm builds to a fever pitch; the tension in her body growing tighter and tighter with every passing moment until it snaps like an overstretched rubber band, sending wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through her. Her legs quake and shudder underneath him as she comes hard and fast, her body convulsing around his fingers in a desperate attempt to get even more friction against the sensation that's threatening to tear her apart. "Ahhhh..." she cries out, voice hoarse from pleasure and relief as her muscles finally relax back into submission.
Her eyelids flutter open, revealing dazed green eyes staring up at him adoringly. She pants hard, trying to catch her breath but finding herself unable to speak; the weight of everything she's just felt pressing down on her chest like a physical force. Her cheeks flush and her ears burn with shame and desire, as if what they've done together could somehow be wrong or forbidden. The old man looks down at her lustily, satisfied in the knowledge that he has brought her to such heights of pleasure. Without another word, he stands up and takes his leave, giving her space to recover while he finishes what he came for: selling those delicious cookies.