Old man is eating that wet hairy teen pussy up

The old man, his weathered face glistening with the juices of youth, positioned himself between the shyly spread thighs of the young Japanese teen. The girl, barely legal and adorned with only a flimsy towel-wrapped sash around her slender waist, trembled as his licking began.

His tongue, seasoned and experienced, danced circles around her most intimate area, teasing the delicate folds with unerring precision. She squirmed under his touch, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as if for dear life. But there was no need for fear, only anticipation of the pleasure to come.

The young girl’s breath hitched as his probing tongue grazed the sensitive bud of her clitoris. A muffled moan escaped her lips, quickly stifled by her hand as if to hold back a instinctual reaction at the foreign sensations consuming her.

Meanwhile, the old geezer’s mind wandered, drifting back to his youth when he, too, was a young buck. But his current partner, with her silky smooth porcelain skin and razor-sharp nerves, put any past conquests to shame. She was a piece of ripe fruit, yet to be thoroughly plucked.

With determination, he lapped at her flower’s petals more insistently, coaxing out the sweet nectars within. Her tender thigh jiggled as he immobilized it with a firm grasp, exposing her virgin folds further. As he moistened her slit with his relentless oral attentions, he grinned devilishly. The towels shifted higher up her waist, and progress made him hungry for more.

Her gasping became heavier and the rhythm of her hips matched his licking. The teenage girl could feel a building tension, a pressure growing within her untouched body as the old man sipped from her well. She struggled against the oncoming tide, desperate to maintain some control, but his experienced tongue wouldn’t allow it.

Her legs shook uncontrollably as the climax overtook her. Her toes curled, back arched, and eyes rolled back into her head. Her head jerked as she released a stifled scream. The male figure took it all in, his work done.

Once the teen collapsed back on the bed, spent, he sat up to admire his handywork. The evidence of her pleasure dripped down, glistening in the bedside light. He lifted up one leg, revealing more of her sacred area, and regarded it with a grin of satisfaction. He had made her come undone.

Leaning back in, he felt an overwhelming urge to extend her post-orgasm bliss, to drive her even further. His tongue found her throbbing clit once again, the sensitive bud so responsive to the wet touches. Her whole body thrummed with need, craving more.

Increasingly fervent licks and sucks had her practically convulsing in his hands now. The old man couldn’t get enough of her, feeding off the pheromones wafting towards him. He worked her relentlessly, until she cried out mindlessly beneath him, mode of speech forgotten.

When he finally pulled back, she was a broken, blissed out mess. Her chest heaved and sweat pearled on her skin. The moisture on his face glinted as he surveyed his dazed conquest. The young hottie needed him. Only he could quench her thirst now.

She whimpered, still twitching from the intensity of her climax, as he positioned himself between her legs once again. The old man’s tongue trailed up her thigh, muraling her smooth legs and tracing her plump pussy lips. His energy was unflagging, so he took her again.

With slow, deliberate movements, he brought the girl to the edge time and time again. He kept her suspended between realms of agony and ecstasy, never letting her finish. Her tendons bunched as she writhed beneath his ruthless touches, moans raspy from overuse.

The girl mumbled incoherently, insensible with need. Deprived of sense, she could only obey his every cue, yielding completely to the sensations. He was her Mahatma, teaching her the ways of the world and worshipping her womanly body at the same time.

Again and again, he drew her up, only to pull her back. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he would sink his tongue back into her folds, lapping up the honey. She lost count of her climaxes. At a certain point, they blurred together into a sea of pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he delivered his final blow. With a hard suck on her sensitive bud, he coaxed out one last powerful orgasm from her. She screamed-cum-cried as she bucked, the floodgates of elation opening and never fully closing.

Fully satisfied, he leaned back and watched her float down from her high, a smile playing on his lips. He patted her quivering inner thigh affectionately. It was a job well done, old man style.

When she could finally form syllables again, she croaked out, “Why’d you do that? I didn’t know it could feel like that.” The sun had set outside, night having crept upon them while he ran his naughty marathons on her motivation.

The old man simply chuckled and replied “When you enter my world, my darling, there is no going back. I’ve marked you with pleasure. You are mine now, young favorite.” With that, he pulled himself up and off the bed, adjusting his clothes. Tomorrow afternoon, he would come back for more. And the day after. Would the young girl recover before then? Probably not. But she would learn to love the sweet aches only he could give her.