She feels as he slides arms under her knees and back, and with absolute ease, he stands, lifting her as he does. It’s just two strides for him to reach hr bed, laying her naked body upon the duvet. He doesn’t speak as he steps back slightly, and for a moment she thinks he is done and about to leave her there, a plea for him to stay rising in her throat.
But instead, he stands beside the bed, slowly undressing as she watches. He unbuttons the light shirt he is wearing, sliding it from his shoulder and carefully placing it on the chair he has only recently vacated. He reaches down to undo laces and slides off his shoes, before he stands upright again and begins undoing his belt and jeans. Her eyes wide as she waits to see his hardness for a second time, but this time she knows it wont just be in her hand before long.
His slowness frustrates her, she wants to see him naked with her right now, and yet she knows it is deliberate, making her wait just that little longer. Finally though his jeans are folder across the seat, and he stands there in just boxers, the outline of his cock clearly defined inside.
And then finally, the wait is over as he pushes them down and quickly steps out of them, leaving him naked. Last night all she really saw was his cock, but today she sees him all, taking in his body, his middle aged frame still looking in good shape to her, although it is his hard cock that her eyes keep returning to, already imagining how it will feel inside her very soon.
“I think it’s time I felt that young pussy of yours around my cock isn’t it Flis.” It’s the first words he has spoken for some time and all she can do is nod in agreement. He smiles as he eases himself onto the bed, quickly easing himself over her, letting her open her legs around him. She feels as his cock rubs against her inner thigh, then as he reaches between them to take hold of his hardness she feels the tip rubbing up and down against her opening, her wetness coating him.
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