Old lady Savana fucked by student Sam Bourne by AgedLove

The Naughty Engounters of Savana Skin ~ Written by Tales of Temptation

The sultry gaze of the mature vixen pierced through the smoky haze of the dimly lit bar, her hungry eyes devouring the lean, muscular frame of the strapping young man seated across from her. Savanna Skin, a seasoned seductress of nearly 50 years, was well-versed in the art of enticement. But the green-eyed, brown-haired boy-toy before her presented a novel challenge – he was far too young to be in this establishment, and Savanna reveled in the potential transgressions that lay ahead.

Sam Bourne, the 19-year-old university student, should have been studying for his upcoming exams. But the allure of tall, voluptuous, and decidedly sensual barfly across the way proved too tempting to resist. Savanna’s ample breasts, barely contained within her low-cut blouse, strained for his attention. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy stockings.

“Hello, young man,” she purred, her voice dripping with insinuation as she approached his table. “Aren’t you a bit too young to be frequenting this type of establishment?”

Sam gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “I’m legal, ma’am. I just turned 19 last month.”

Savanna sauntered closer, her hips swaying seductively. “Legal, hmm? Well, that is reason to celebrate.” She ran a perfectly manicured finger down his chiseled jaw. “A toast, perhaps?”

Before Sam could respond, Savanna signaled the bartender and ordered two shots of top-shelf whiskey. She handed one to Sam, and his hand brushed against hers as he accepted it. The brief, electrical touch sent a jolt through her ripe body, awakening old desires.

“To new friends and unforgettable experiences,” Savanna toasted, tipping back the shot glass. Sam followed suit, relishing the slow burn as the alcohol coursed through his veins.

The night progressed, with each passing moment seeing Savanna’s hands grow bolder and her suggestions more lascivious. She regaled Sam with tales of her colorful past, each story more scandalous than the last. He hung on her every word, his eyes wide with a heady mix of awe and arousal.

“Enough talk,” Savanna declared abruptly, downing the last of her drink. She rose from her seat, her intimidating form towering over Sam’s seated figure. “I believe it’s time to put that young body to good use.”

Sam’s mouth went dry as a desert, and he could only nod dumbly. Savanna grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar, down the dimly lit streets, and into her apartment. She wasted no time, pressing him against the door the moment it slammed shut behind them.

Her lips crashed against his, hungry and frenzied. Sam moaned into the kiss as Savanna’s tongue plundered his mouth, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Her hands roamed his body, tugging at his clothes and planting searing kisses along his neck.

“Fuck, Sam,” she gasped, grinding her ample hips against his growing erection. “I need you. Right fucking now.”

Sam’s inexperienced fingers fumbled with the buttons of Savanna’s blouse, eager to free her imposing breasts. They bounced free, pale and sumptuous, crowned with rose-tinted nipples. Savanna guided his head down, and he eagerly latched on, suckling and licking at the tender buds.

Savanna pushed him back onto the bed, her hands working swiftly to divest him of his remaining clothes. His rigid length sprang free, and she wrapped her plump hand around his shaft, stroking him in a steady rhythm.

“Such a pretty cock,” she marveled, her thumb swirling around the engorged head. “I wonder how it tastes?”

Sam watched in dazed amazement as Savanna descended between his legs, her ample rump raised as she took him into her hot, wet mouth. He bucked shamelessly into her, relishing the velvety softness of her tongue as it danced along his rigid length.

Savanna brought him to the brink of release, then pulled back with a wicked grin. “Not yet, beautiful,” she purred, crawling up his body to straddle him. “I need to feel this beast inside me.”

She lowered herself onto him, inch by torturous inch. Sam groaned at the exquisite sensation of her tight heat enveloping him. Savanna began to move, undulating her hips in a sinuous rhythm that had him seeing stars.

“Fuck, Sam,” she gasped, her tits bouncing in time with her movements. “You feel so good. So fucking deep.”

Sam grabbed her waist, thrusting up into her as she rode him. Savanna braced her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she increased her pace. The room filled with the obscene sounds of their mutual pleasure, flesh slapping against flesh and breathy moans escalating in pitch.

With a scream of ecstasy, Savanna came undone, her release splattering Sam’s groin. The sensation proved too much, and his own climax hit like a freight train. Savanna collapsed onto his chest, their bodies slick with sweat as they struggled to catch their breath.

In the aftermath, Savanna curled into the crook of Sam’s arm, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. “You’re quite the surprise, young man,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “I think I’ll be keeping you around for a while.”

Sam smiled, already looking forward to future encounters with the insatiable nymphomaniac cradled in his arms. The night was young, and there was still so much to explore.