The morning after

Here I am writing in front of my computer,
body aching all over, and a contented smile on my face.

I knew I was in for an interesting evening,
given Thirty's state of arousal during the day.
She wasn't long in making her intentions clear.
Thirty climbed into bed and got on all fours,
her pussy open and glistening.

Thirty's often commented that her pussy,
at times, has a mind of its own.
Tonight, it was blatantly clear,
the pussy was running the show.

Sex Kitten left a pertinent comment recently,
"Don't you just love a horny woman?"
Oh God, yes !

I plunged in, eating her pussy noisily and greedily.
Thirty pushed back, grinding herself on my face.

It was obvious she hungered for satisfaction tonight.
To be taken that bit higher.

And why not? After all, it was my fault if she was in this state
(that will be the topic of the next article).

I pulled back, and spread her bum cheeks wide.
Thirty moaned - the thought of her pussy being exposed so
always makes her hot.
Then, I slid a vibrator deep inside.
It hummed away, as I admired the view.
I delved back in, and before long she climaxed.

Normally, Thirty can only take one oral orgasm,
her clit becoming too sensitive.
But tonight, I decided she should suffer.
She fell to her side, and we slid effortlessly into a 69,
my tongue deep inside - the second orgasm soon to follow.

The sex that followed was intense.
The gods looked down upon us favourably,
and gave me the self control to

fuck until utter exhaustion overtook Thirty.

Thirty grimaced as the orgasms hit her,
and murmured a gentle and sincere "oh yes" as
one orgasm subsided and a second rushed to take its place.

It finished memorably, with an exhausted Thirty protesting "no more".
I positioned her above me, sitting on my cock.
I raised her arse with my hands,
and fucked that beautiful woman one more time.

A final orgasm was squeezed from her exhausted body.
We collaapsed in a heap, and Thirty whispered
"After all these years .. it just gets better"