Cougar Primrose Spreads That Ass Before The Oral Sex Takes!
The tantalizing preview loaded, promising a taste of forbidden pleasure to come. Clicking play undid the bow on her top, letting it slip away to reveal pert, perky breasts, nipples already erect with anticipation. “Been a long time,” she purred, voice a honeyed seduction. “Since I had a virile young stud worship myring.”
She turned, shot a smoldering glance over her shoulder as nimble fingers unzipped. Slowly, teasingly, that micro skirt crept upwards, exposing inch after inch of smooth, toned thighs. A tiny thong disappeared between perfect, round globes. With a final shimmy, the skirt dropped to the floor.
Naked as the day she was born, Primrose presented her ass to the camera, bending at the waist. One hand gripped a plush chair for support while the other caressed the supple curves of her backside. Fingers glided over soft skin, dancing along the firm crease, before pulling the cheeks apart. Exposed folds glistened with arousal in the dim light.
“Like what you see?” The breathy question needed no response. Of course he did. Who wouldn’t? Primrose was a vision of sexual liberation, all glowing tan and blonde waves spilling down her back.
Paling at her brazen display, the young man gulped visibly. Primrose smirked at his reaction, relishing the power she held. “Don’t be shy,” she cooed. “I won’t bite…much.” Another squeeze of her plush cheeks sent another surge of desire through her core.
“You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Slowly, torturously, she circled her entrance with a fingertip, groaning at the sensation. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you in.”
With that promise, she sank to her knees and turned. Those blue eyes, wide and wanton, locked with the camera. Primrose had been with men far more experienced, but none had ever captured her interest like the shy beauty before her.
Fingertips ghosted over her body as she waited, hovering just out of reach. The lightest of touches, a whisper of sensation, stoking the flames inside her to a fever pitch. “Touch me,” she begged, no shame in her voice. “Feel how wet you make me.”
He twitched imperceptibly and Primrose surged forward, capturing his wrist. She guided his hand between her legs, gasping as calloused fingers met slick, scorching heat. A gasp turned into a moan as he explored, circling her clit before dipping inside. One finger became two, thrusting steadily, as his other hand joined to tease her nipples.
“How’s that?” His kiss-swollen lips brushed against her as he spoke, warm breath fanning over her skin. “Am I doing this right?”
“God,” was all Primrose could manage, arching into his touch with a ragged cry. The young man smiled, slow and wicked, before leaning in to lave at her nipple. Drew the tight bud into his mouth, sucking hard, as his fingers picked up the pace. Strumming her clit in time with his thrusts, sending shock waves of pleasure through her core.
Primrose writhed, hands fisting in his hair to hold him tight as he worked her over. His hot mouth, skilled fingers, the pressure building… it was almost too much. “Please,” she whimpered, hips bucking up into his hand. “Make me come.”
He obliged her with a low chuckle, sealing his lips over her clit as he drove three fingers deep. The added stretch threw Primrose over the edge and she shattered with a scream, spasming around his hand. Wetness flooded his palm as he worked her through it, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy.
Panting hard, Primrose collapsed back against the chair, boneless and sated. The young man sat back on his heels, looking very pleased with himself. “Darling,” she managed between gulps of air, “if you can do that with your hand, I can only imagine what that tongue will do.”
