Her finger slid into my mature pussy, and I cried out again. Her mouth went from breast to breast, sucking, licking, nibbling at them. Her finger rubbed my clit frantically, and before I knew what was happening, I was moaning in ecstasy as a tremendous orgasm rushed through me.
She stopped. I just lay there panting.
“See? It’s not so bad, is it?” I didn’t answer. “IS IT?” she said more sharply. Frightened again, I shook my head rapidly.
I felt her moving, and found myself inhaling the scent of an aroused mature women. She knelt above me, her crotch in my face.
“Lick me, honey.” No sooner had she said that when I felt her tongue probing me. I gasped at the sudden pleasure, and lay still, whimpering.
“I SAID LICK ME!”
I did. This mature women knew how to please, I had to admit. As I tongued her fragrant mature pussy, she was quickly bringing me to yet another climax. I paused, panting.
“DON’T STOP HONEY.”
Startled, I resumed my activity, and was soon rewarded by hearing her sigh even as she kept right on licking me. She was rocking back and forth above me, and I strained to maintain my contact as we both came again and again.
She moved quickly, twisting around and kissing me on the mouth. The taste of my own juices, the scent of my own arousal, made me want to go along with whatever she wanted. I was so hot.