“Fuck that’s good,” she said, breathing a bloom of condensation onto the mirror, “fuck.” We started to build a rhythm, me thrusting and her ...oving up and down. Very soon I was thrusting so hard that the sound of her arse slapping my belly was almost echoing around the lift. I watched my cock and her pussy, then into the mirror. Christina was braced against the handrail, biting her lips, her eyes half closed. She was breathing quickly. I reached up and cupped her right breast and it made her. When she got her legs up by my head I spread her knees apart and slipped two fingers into her already moist cavity, which made her scream into my dick, which thankfully muffled it. As she bobbed her head up and down on my cock,I pushed my fingers in and out of her tunnel at the same pace. The faster she bobbed her head the faster I fingered her. She started to moan and groan around my member and the vibrations were driving me wild. As amazing as that was, her tongue was pushing me over the. It was during the chat at mulitplex that i came to know that she was 30 years old but she was looking like a teenage girl. She had a figure that a normal guy could dream of and had perfect assets. I admired in my mind about her boobs as i’m quite fond of boobs of elderly ladies.Next day, while we were chatting, she told me that she found me very good at heart but bad at physique. I informed her that i’m not a very handsome guy and i admit it. She asked me then what good qualities you have that. .. why aren't you here? It should be your fingers taking me on that neverending journey of bliss, your lips I should be feeling .... cool on my hot skin. God, to be able to grasp that cock of yours now, feel the silky smoothness of the skin over the hardness of it, mmmm, yes, to be able to touch, taste, feel.My fingers are dancing on my clit in the all too familiar way that takes me to the edge. I raise my left leg and reaching underneath I push two fingers inside of my hot, wet pussy. Slowly.