Teach him a lesson and suggest a trade

"Feeling a little randy, are we, Sir Osmand?" you give him a sly smile and sit down beside him.

"One look at that body of yours and I was ready to go," Osmand answers and reaches for your breast. "I can't wait to see what you look like naked."

You slap his hand away and wag a finger at him.

"Not so fast," you say. "I think you need to wait. No girl likes being treated like a piece of meat. Well, okay, sometimes, but not all the time."

"So? You're starting to sound like my wife."

"Maybe she's right about you," you say, trying to sound cross. "Maybe you need to learn how to please a woman before you get off yourself."

Osmand raises an eyebrow. "How do you propose I do that?"

You lean in close to him, close enough so he can feel your breath on his face, and you speak in a husky whisper.

"I say we go over to those trees over there and you try to make me cum. No cock, just your hands and tongue. And if you make me cum, I'll make you cum. The better you do, the harder you try, the better you'll get in return."

Osmand smiles. "It's a deal."

He gets up eagerly and you take him by the hand and lead him away from the camp to a small, darkened clearing in nearby woods. It's close enough that you can see the campsite, but far enough that you have some measure of privacy. Osmand kisses you passionately, holding you in his strong arms and leaning his face down to press his lips to yours. He's quite a good kisser and as you share the kiss he eagerly undresses you.

He pushes your blouse from your shoulders and carefully pulls your skirt down over your full hips. He admires your big, bare breasts in the moonlight, pink nipples soft and puffy. He undresses as well. He is very skinny and his pale body is battle-scarred, but he is handsome despite his age. His prick is also enormous. Very long and not too wide. Like a fleshy spear sticking out above a pair of the biggest, heavyiest-looking balls you've seen. Finally, he pulls his lips from yours and smiles down at you. You're eager for his touch.

"I suppose I'd better get started," he says and pulls you down with him onto the soft grass.