Osmand is a better lover than you imagined

Osmand is a powerful man for his age, strong of limb and stronger of fingers. He kisses your lips, your neck, and lets his long tongue wander from breast to breast, teasing your sensitive nipples and sucking your tits until you cradle him against you. As he kisses lower, over your firm belly, you arch your back beneath him and squirm in the grass.

"Yesss," you sigh. "Between my thighs, Osmand. Use your tongue."

He kisses the soft flesh of your thighs and his hot breath washes over your eager mound. His hands slide beneath your ass and he lifts you against his mouth, impaling your honeyed slit on the length of his tongue. It moves within you and delights your clit.

"You taste so sweet," Osmand moans and slides a finger inside. He licks and sucks, wantonly, driving first one and then two fingers into you... Then a third. You buck against his face, enraptured. "Oh fuck, Osmand," you moan, trailing off. "Oh fuck, I never knew you were so... Oh, god. Oh fuck yes. Please, please..."

Osmand slyly removes his face from your dripping mound. His fingers continue thrusting inside you, dancing out and playing with your clit. He pinches your nipples and leans over. "You never thought a man as old as I am could bring you this much pleasure, " he asks rhetorically.

"No," you breathe, "but please don't stop, keep going, go back..."

"Oh, but I think it's my turn to enjoy something now," he says arrogantly. "I think you know what you have to do if you want me to keep going." He draws down his trousers and shows you his huge cock, purple at the head, oozing the clear fluid of his arousal.

"This wasn't part of the deal," you moan weakly. He smiles. "It is now," he says, and you know deep down you can't stop him from throwing your plans awry as you helplessly, needily reach for his giant dick.