Leroy and Elizabeth

Elizabeth got up from the couch, going to get another log for the fire. Even in early fall, with this drafty home, it was necessary to keep the fire going, if only for the sake of Leroy's old, aging bones. Elizabeth bent over, toss the log into the fire. She felt it, rolling her eyes and smiling, as Leroy's cane lifted her skirt, getting a view of her full ass.

"Never going to stop that, are you, perv?" Elizabeth purred seductively.

"Nope," Leroy said, smiling broadly. "If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have married me."

"True enough," Elizabeth agreed. She turned around, undoing Leroy's belt and tugging them, along with his underwear to his ankles. He was hard, as any good lecher should be. She rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, the sensation making her entire body tingle. She held the tip, lowering herself down on it, inch after inch, until his balls were pressed against her tight ass.

"Mighty good pussy there," Leroy said, taking a deep breath.

"That dick ain't half bad either," Elizabeth said teasingly. Then she lifted and lowered, taking him with deep, passionate strokes. They kissed, the old lecher and his younger trophy, an obscene display to any outsider, but an intimate one for them. She came freely, something she never enjoyed during sex with Douglas, and he eventually rewarded her with a thick load of seed. Both of them sweaty and panting, they looked into other's eyes, kissing once more.