Take control

I could see the hunger in his eyes, the need to be inside me. But I wasn’t done pleasing him yet.

With that in mind, I turned him around and moved behind him. Dropping to my knees, I lifted one of his legs and placed it on the toilet.

“Now I’m taking control,” I told him, my hands running up the back of his thighs.

Tyrone let out a breathy moan, his hands braced against the wall in front of him. I could see his muscles tensing, his body preparing for what was to come.

Without warning, I leaned forward, licking a long strip from the bottom of his crack to his tailbone. He jerked at the contact, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

“Brenda,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

I smiled to myself, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. With that in mind, I spread his cheeks wider, exposing his tight hole to my gaze. I licked him again, this time focusing on the sensitive puckered flesh.

Tyrone cried out, his fists clenching against the wall. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, his hips thrusting

Time to show him a few tricks we older women have picked up.

I took my time then, licking and sucking his hole with a desperation that surprised even me. He tasted musky and male, a flavor that drove me wild with lust.

As I tongued his ass, I reached around to stroke his half-hard cock. Tyrone was leaking precum already, his body responding quickly to my ministrations.

“Oh god,” he cried out, his thighs trembling beneath my hands. “I can’t take much more.”

But I wasn’t finished with him yet. Using my other hand, I reached into my purse, pulling out a small bottle of lube that I had stashed there earlier. Popping the cap open, I poured a generous amount onto my fingers before replacing the bottle.

Tyrone looked over his shoulder at me, confusion clear on his face. “What are you doing?”

I smiled up at him, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “Just relax,” I told him. “And enjoy.”

With that, I began to rub his hole, using the lube to ease my finger inside. Tyrone gasped at the intrusion, his body tensing slightly before he **** himself to relax.

I worked him slowly, stretching him with one finger before adding another. He was tight, so tight that I wondered if he had ever done this before. But the way he was moaning and thrusting back against my hand told me that he was enjoying every second of it.

As I fingered his ass, I used my other hand to stroke his cock. He was rock hard now, his length throbbing in my grip. I could tell that he was close, could feel the tension building in his body.

“Brenda,” Tyrone cried out, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum.”

I increased my pace then, fucking him with my fingers as I jerked him off. His cries grew louder, more ****, until finally he came with a shout. His cock pulsed in my hand, hot seed shooting across the floor and wall.

As his orgasm subsided, I slowly withdrew my fingers, giving his ass a gentle pat. “You did so good,” I praised him, pressing a soft kiss to one cheek. “But I’m not done with you yet.”