[C-2969] Begging a Familiar Mature Woman for Sex While Bowing Down

I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t stop the words from spilling out of my mouth as I press my forehead to the cold floor. “Please, let me fuck you!” I beg, my voice cracking with desperation. She’s right there, this woman I’ve known for years—neighbor, friend of my mother’s, with that knowing smile and the way her hips sway when she walks. Her laugh used to make me blush; now it makes my cock throb. She’s older, wiser, her body telling stories mine can’t even imagine. I feel her shadow fall over me, the rustle of her skirt a promise. Her foot nudges my chin up, and I see the curve of her calf, the hint of thigh. “You want this, don’t you?” she whispers, and I nod, drool pooling on the floor. Her fingers thread through my hair, yanking my head back. “Then earn it.”

I crawl after her like a dog, my hard-on dragging against the carpet. She leads me to the bedroom, her movements unhurried, deliberate. She knows I’m watching every sway of her ass, every flex of her thick thighs. She stops at the bed, turns, and unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing a lacy bra that cups heavy tits. My mouth waters. “You think you can handle a real woman?” she teases, sliding her skirt down to reveal the damp patch on her panties. I whimper, pressing my face against her mound, inhaling her musk. She moans, grinding against my nose. “Such a desperate little boy.” She pushes me onto my back, straddles my face, and I taste her through the fabric, tongue probing, begging for more.

She finally sheds the panties, and I dive in, lapping at her wetness like a man dying of thirst. Her juices coat my chin, her clit hard against my lips. She rides my mouth, her moans getting louder, her grip on my hair punishing. “That’s it, eat me out like the slut you are,” she gasps. I’m lost in her scent, her taste, the way her thighs quiver. She comes with a cry, flooding my tongue, and I swallow every drop. Then she slides down my body, takes my cock in her hand, and guides it to her entrance. “You begged for this,” she says, sinking onto me. I’m buried in her warmth, her older pussy gripping me tight. She rides me slow at first, then faster, her tits bouncing in my face. I’m close, so close, and she knows it. “Cum for me, baby,” she coos, and I explode inside her, my hips bucking as she milks me dry. I collapse, spent, her weight on my chest, her lips at my ear: “Good boy.”