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Mature and Naughty Betina: A Hairy Granny’s Insatiable Desire

Betina, a buxom blonde granny with curves that could rival any late-night infomercial fitness guru, was feeling particularly randy today. It wasn’t often that she got the itch, but when she did, holy hell did it need to be scratched. At 65 years young, Betina still had the energy of a woman half her age, especially when it came to satisfying her insatiable libido.

She sashayed into the living room, her ample breasts bouncing with each step, barely contained by her flimsy tank top. Betina ran a hand through her unruly blonde hair, pushing it out of her face as she took a seat on the armchair. She spread her legs, the hem of her short skirt riding up to reveal her hairy, glistening pussy.

Betina closed her eyes, allowing her mind to wander to the countless men she had bedded over the years. All those young studs, eager to please her, to worship her body in the ways only a woman of her experience could teach them. She ran a finger along her swollen clit, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan.

As she stroked herself, her other hand found its way to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, tweaking a nipple until it was rock hard. Betina’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie. Betina whispered a curse under her breath, annoyed at the interruption. She adjusted her clothes, doing her best to appear presentable before answering the door.

On the other side stood a young man, not much older than twenty. He had a look of confusion on his face, as if he had no idea what to expect from the person on the other side of the door.

“Can I help you, sweetheart?” Betina asked, leaning against the doorframe, one hand on her hip.

The young man stammered, clearly flustered by Betina’s appearance. “I’m, uh, sorry to bother you, ma’am, but I’m with the cable company. We’re doing some routine maintenance in the area, and I thought I’d check and make sure everything was working properly.”

Betina smirked, a wicked glint in her eye. “Well, why don’t you come in and take a look, sugar? I’m sure you’ll find something to work with.”

The young man hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Betina closed the door behind him, locking it with a click.

“Now, let’s see what we can do about that cable, shall we?” Betina purred, walking towards him. She grabbed his hand, placing it on her breast, encouraging him to squeeze.

The young man’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t pull away. Betina leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’ve been so lonely lately, baby. Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

Without waiting for a response, Betina pushed him down onto the couch, straddling his lap. She ground against him, feeling his growing erection through his pants. Betina licked her lips, eager to taste him.

She reached down, unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock. Betina stroked it, marveling at the size, wondering how it would feel stretching her tight throughout. She couldn’t wait any longer.

Pushing her skirt up around her waist, Betina positioned herself above him, rubbing her wet folds against the head of his member. With a swift movement, she sank down, taking him deep inside her.

The young man groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Betina began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She threw her head back, moaning in pleasure as she felt him fill her completely.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” Betina purred, “Fuck me just like that. Don’t you dare stop.”

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. The young man returned her enthusiasm, one hand moving to tweak her nipple as the other guided her hips in a sensual rhythm.

Betina could feel her orgasm building, the pressure mounting deep within her core. Her climax hit her hard, her walls clenching around him as she screamed in ecstasy. The young man followed soon after, spilling his seed inside her hungry pussy.

Betina collapsed against him, both of them panting and sated. She kissed him softly, a smile playing on her lips.

“Thank you, baby,” Betina whispered, “You satisfied an old woman very well.”

The young man blushed, but returned her smile. Betina dismounted, adjusting her clothes before walking him to the door.

“Be sure to come back and visit, sugar. Never know when I might need some more ‘cable maintenance’,” Betina called after him as he scurried away.

Betina closed the door with a satisfied grin, heading back to her armchair to continue where she left off. She was a woman, after all, with needs and desires that could never truly be fully satisfied. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have fun trying.