Guides her body up and down on his cock

John's hands tightened their grip on her firm, round ass, lifting her up before slamming her back down onto his cock. Brandi gasped, her eyes rolling back as he filled her completely. He set the pace, his thrusts powerful and deep, making her breasts bounce with each impact.

Their bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of their passion heavy in the air. John leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "You're so fucking tight." he groaned, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her entire body.

Brandi's hands clawed at his back, her nails leaving red trails as she held on. Her moans grew louder, more ****, as he pushed her closer to another orgasm. "John, I'm going to cum again." she panted, her voice strained.

He didn't slow down, instead increasing his pace, his own climax approaching rapidly. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. The sensation of her pussy gripping him, her wetness coating his shaft, was too much.

Her body convulsed around him, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling as the intensity of third orgasm washing over her. He allow her to catch her breathe.

Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, their bodies slick with sweat. He held her close, his cock still buried deep inside her. They remained like that for a moment, savoring the aftermath of their passion.

"I know you're old and probably can't keep up anymore." A fun little jab to make the older woman challenge him. John felt her walls tighten around him in response.

"Oh, you think you've got me all figured out, don't you?" she purred, her voice thick with challenge.

He chuckled, the sound deep and dark. "I know what I'm doing," he assured her, his eyes glinting with mischief. He began to move again, his strokes slow and deliberate, building the tension back up between them.

Brandi's eyes widened with surprise, her body responding to his renewed vigor. She matched his rhythm, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. The bed creaked under them, a testament to their enthusiasm. "You're going to pay for that comment," she murmured, her voice a mix of pleasure and threat. "young man."

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