Osmand tries very hard to please

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. Before long you cum, quaking and moaning beneath his practiced licking, but he isn't satisfied.

Osmand turns you onto your hands and knees and buries his face in the firm swell of your ass. His fingers pound in and out and his tongue explores the warm crescent of your ass, delving between your cheeks and licking the tight pink of your rosebud. You cum again and thrust back against his face, grinding yourself on his fingers and feeling the tip of his tongue slip past the tight ring of your asshole.

Finally, he lifts his head from your tender ass and licks your juices from his long fingers.

"That's what a woman wants," you say and sit beside him. "Your wife needs to be treated like the sweetest peach in the orchard, even if she isn't."

"But you're sweeter than she," Osmand protests. "Can't you see how my prick swells?"

He draws down his trousers and shows you his huge cock and it is indeed petrified, purple at the head, and oozing the clear fluid of his arousal.

"I'm new and youthful," you say, lowering your hand to his cock. "You and your wife are both getting on in years, Osmand. You can't go lusting after girls like me."

"But tonight?"

"I keep my promises," you say, smiling sweetly as your hand closes around his cock. You stroke him gently up and down, each shucking up and down his prick producing another rolling drop of his precum.

"Oh," Osmand moans. "Your hand is soft as your thighs."

"Shall I continue?" you ask, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips. You finish your question into his ear. "Or will you fill me with this gorgeous cock of yours?"