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"Need more," she growled, her voice rough with hunger as she shoved back with one brutal thrust. Anne cried out, her nails scraping against the workbench as he filled her completely, his balls slapping against her sticky thighs.

Jim groaned, his hands trembling where they gripped her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Damn, honey... I don't think I got one more round in me," he panted, his voice ragged as his thighs twitched against hers.

Anne whined, grinding back against him, her slick walls fluttering greedily around his softening length. "Just one more—please," she begged, her fingers clawing at the workbench, her ass still glazed with his cum.

Jim's breath hitched as she clenched around him, his cock giving a weak throb—spent but still sensitive.

Jim’s calloused hands slid up Anne’s sticky thighs as he collapsed into the creaking shop chair, dragging her back with him until she straddled his lap. His spent cock twitched inside her as she sank down, their mixed release leaking around the thick base where they were still joined.

“If you want it then ride me hard, baby,” Jim growled, his grip biting into her hips as Anne braced her palms on his knees. She rolled her pelvis with a filthy grind, her swollen clit dragging against his coarse pubic hair as she arched back—his cum still glazed across her ass cheeks in drying streaks.

Yes baby I’m going ride your cock as Jim watched her round fat ass bounce up and down on his cock.

Anne moaned, her breath hitching as she lifted herself up, Jim’s thick cock glistening with their mixed slickness before she slammed back down, taking him to the hilt with a wet slap of skin.

"That’s it, baby—fuck yourself on me," Jim growled, his calloused hands gripping her hips as she started to ride him in rough, **** strokes. Her round ass bounced against his thighs, each downward grind forcing a ragged groan from his chest as she clenched around him, milking his oversensitive cock.

Jim’s rough hands slid up Anne’s sweat-slicked torso, his calloused palms finding the swollen weight of her tits as she bounced in his lap. He squeezed hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, her nipples stiff peaks against his palms as she gasped.

"God, yes—" Anne moaned, her thighs trembling as she ground down on him, her pussy fluttering around his cock in tight, greedy pulses. Jim twisted her nipples between his thick fingers, his own hips jerking up to meet her frantic rhythm as she rode him toward another orgasm.

Anne’s breath came in ragged gasps as she drove herself down onto Jim’s cock with punishing ****, her thighs quivering with exertion. His thick length stretched her swollen walls, each **** plunge sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. She could feel his cum still leaking around where they were joined, hot and sticky between her thighs as she clenched around him, chasing her own release.

Jim groaned, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as she rode him, his oversensitive cock throbbing inside her tight heat. “Fuck, Anne—that’s it, take what you need,” he gritted out, his voice rough as she ground her clit against him with a filthy roll of her hips.

Anne’s thighs burned as she rode him harder, her breath coming in ragged whimpers. “I need—fuck—I need to cum,” she gasped, her swollen clit rubbing against him with every frantic bounce. Jim’s grip on her hips tightened, his rough fingers pressing bruises into her skin as he ground up into her, his cock twitching inside her dripping heat.

“Then take it,” he growled, watching her tits sway with each **** plunge. Anne’s nails dug into his legs as her walls clenched, her orgasm ripping through her with a broken cry.

Jim smacked her ass hard—a sharp crack echoing through the workshop—making her clench around him with a gasp. "Not yet, you greedy girl," he growled, gripping her hips to slow her frantic pace. "You don’t get to come ‘til I do." His fingers dug into her flesh as he **** her into a brutal, grinding rhythm, his cock twitching back to life inside her.

Anne whimpered, her thighs trembling as she fought to obey, her swollen clit throbbing with every slow, deliberate roll of her hips. "Jim—please—" she begged, her nails scraping his thighs.

Jims balls swelled heavy aching building for release as his cock swelled even thicker inside her. “Fuck—Anne, I’m gonna cum,” he snarled, his voice raw as his hips jerked up to meet her **** grinding. “Cum on my cock—now.”

Anne’s breath hitched as she felt him pulse inside her, his grip bruising on her hips as he held her down, forcing her to take every inch while his release flooded her in hot, thick spurts. She clenched around him with a broken moan, her own orgasm tearing through her as his cum spilled between her thighs, dripping onto to the chair and floor in sticky streaks.

Anne collapsed in his lap with a shuddering gasp, her sweat-slicked body pressed flush against Jim’s heaving chest. His cock twitched weakly inside her, still buried to the hilt as their mixed release seeped between them, hot and sticky. She whimpered as his calloused hands slid up her trembling spine, fingers tangling in her damp hair to yank her head back—exposing her throat to his teeth.

Jim’s teeth grazed Anne’s pulse point as he chuckled, his voice rough and satisfied. "Not bad for a couple in their 40s still be fucking like rabbits," he growled in pleasure.

Anne whimpered, her thighs still trembling around his hips, her pussy clenching weakly around his softening cock. "Speak for yourself, old man," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rolled her hips just enough to make him hiss.

Jim’s hand slid down to squeeze her ass, fingers pressing into the red mark he’d left earlier. "You calling me old, sweetheart?"

Jim’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, his breath hot against her ear as he ground his hips up—forcing his half-hard cock deeper with a wet, filthy squelch. "Then prove I ain’t too old," he rasped, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp. Anne arched against him, her swollen clit rubbing against his coarse pubic hair as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles—milk every last drop of cum from his spent cock.

His groan vibrated against her throat as she clenched around him, her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

Jim’s chuckle was dark and possessive as he palmed the curve of her ass, his fingertips pressing into the tender marks he’d left. "That’s my girl—fuck, you still got it," he groaned, hips jerking up as her pussy fluttered around him, milking him dry with slow, filthy rolls of her hips. His cock twitched inside her, the thick slide of their mixed release making her walls cling tighter with every movement.

Anne arched her back with a breathless laugh as she started to rise from Jim’s lap, his cum still slick between her thighs. His hand clamped down on her hip, keeping her seated just long enough for his softening cock to twitch inside her one last time.

"Thanks for dessert, honey," Jim rasped, his calloused thumb swiping through the mess on her inner thigh before bringing it to his lips with a filthy smirk.

Anne shivered, her knees wobbling as she finally stood—only for Jim’s fingers to hook around her waist yanking her back against him.

Jim’s mouth crashed against hers before she could pull away completely, his tongue licking the gasp from her lips as his hands slid possessively up her sweat-slicked sides. The kiss was filthy—all teeth and dominance—his stubble scraping her swollen lips as he sucked her tongue deep, tasting herself on him.

Anne broke away with a breathless laugh, her fingers trailing down his chest as she stepped back, her thighs still sticky with his release. "I should probably go get cleaned up while you finish up this tractor," she murmured, though her hips swayed deliberately as she turned, knowing his eyes would follow the slow drip between her thighs.

Jim’s rough chuckle followed her as she bent to retrieve her discarded panties from the workshop floor, his gaze burning over the curve of her ass, still flushed from his grip. "Clean-up can wait," he growled, pushing up from the chair despite the sticky mess between them—brushing against her thigh as he crowded her against the workbench. Anne gasped as the cold metal bit into her bare skin, his calloused hands spreading her thighs wider, fingers smearing their mixed release back over her swollen folds. "Fuck—Jim—" Her protest dissolved into a moan as his thumb circled her oversensitive clit, his teeth scraping her shoulder.

Jim’s thumb stilled against her clit as Anne’s words registered, his rough chuckle warm against her damp shoulder. "Shit, you’re right," he muttered, though his fingers lingered, dragging one last slow stroke through her slick folds before reluctantly pulling away. The workshop air felt suddenly too cold against Anne’s exposed skin as Jim stepped back, his calloused palm smearing a sticky trail down her thigh when he finally let go. Anne gasped when his teeth nipped her earlobe in parting, her hips jerking reflexively toward his retreating touch.

Anne’s fingers curled around the lace of her discarded panties, the fabric damp with sweat and Jim’s release as she tugged them free from the workshop floor. She shivered as the cool air kissed her bare skin, her thighs still glistening, the scent of sex clinging heavy between them. With a slow, deliberate sway, she hooked the straps of her apron over one shoulder, letting the worn fabric brush against her flushed nipples before securing it around her waist—knowing full well Jim’s hungry gaze followed every movement.

Jim’s fingers twitched at his sides as Anne walked away, her bare thighs still glistening, each step making her round ass sway hypnotically. "Damn, I’m a lucky man," he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction, eyes locked on the way her flesh jiggled faintly with every movement. His half-hard cock twitched against his thigh, still slick with their mixed release, as he watched her pause near the shop door—just long enough to glance over her shoulder, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

“You bet your ass you’re lucky man to have me” is what she said before walking out the shops door.