Seducing the Lonely Lady

a young man of 22, befriends a mature rich lady of 50, who is wife of a rich man whol always travels and do give attention to her. lady is beautiful and very buxom and voluptuous, with large breasts and huge wide butts. she is hungry of good intimacy, which she misses from husband but gets from this young man.

Lucas rang the doorbell, nervous but excited. He’d seen Mrs. Hartley around town, her curves always accentuated by tailored dresses, her laughter echoing through the streets. Her husband, a successful businessman, was rarely home. The door swung open. Olivia Hartley stood there, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her ample cleavage on full display beneath a silk robe. Her eyes scanned him, a slow, deliberate gaze that made his cock stir. “You must be Lucas,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. “I’ve heard good things about you.” As he walked past her, he caught a whiff of her perfume, something sweet and indulgent. The house was opulent, but Olivia’s presence made it feel intimate. She led him to the living room, her wide hips swaying with each step. “Drink?” she asked, pouring herself a glass of wine. “Sure,” he replied, watching as she filled another glass. She handed it to him, their fingers brushing. The touch was electric. She sat down on the couch, her robe riding up to reveal her thick, toned thighs. Lucas sat beside her, the tension palpable. “So, Lucas,” she began, taking a sip of her wine. “What do you like to do for fun?” He looked at her, then down at her body, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. “I like to make the most of every opportunity,” he said, his voice low. She smiled, setting her glass down. “Good,” she said, reaching out to touch his thigh. “Because I have a lot of opportunities here. And I’m very, very hungry.” She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “I miss good intimacy,” she whispered. “And I think you can help with that.” Her hand moved higher, tracing the outline of his cock through his pants.

Lucas's breath hitched as her fingers traced his length, the heat of her touch searing through the fabric. He turned to face her, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered, tracing the shell of her ear, making her shiver. “Olivia,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I want to explore every inch of you. I want to taste you, to feel you.” Her eyes fluttered closed at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. She leaned into his touch, her hand pressing firmly against him. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want that too.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a soft, teasing touch. She responded eagerly, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Their tongues met, a slow, sensual dance, tasting, exploring. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the soft muffled moan that escaped her lips, the sound of her lust, driving his desire. He broke away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, his hand cupping her breast through the silk of her robe. He could feel her nipple, hard and eager, pressing against his palm. He rubbed his thumb over it, eliciting a gasp from her. His lips moved lower, tracing the curve of her breast, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers as he pulled the robe down, exposing her large, full breast. Her nipple was a deep pink, taut and begging for his touch. He leaned in, his tongue circling the sensitive bud, before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. She arched into him, a low moan rumbling in her chest. His hand slid up her thigh, pushing the robe higher, his fingers brushing against the wet heat between her legs. She was soaked, her body ready for him.

Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She spread her legs slightly, giving him better access, her hips lifting to meet his touch. He growled softly, his fingers tracing the edge of her pussy, teasing her, making her ache for more. He slid one finger inside her, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body writhing against his hand. "Lucas," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. He added another finger, stretching her, filling her. He curled his fingers, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her cry out, her body convulsing around him. His thumb never stopped its relentless circling, building her pleasure higher and higher. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He leaned in, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, his voice a low rumble. "Come for me, Olivia. I want to feel you come undone around my fingers." She did so, hard, crying out his name, her body shaking with the force of her release. He slowed his fingers, gentling his touch, bringing her down from her high. She lay back against the couch, her chest heaving, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "I need you." he said. "I need to fuck you." She reached for him, tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. "Then fuck me, Lucas. Fuck me hard." His hand found her mouth and covered it as he devoured her mouth. His fingers twisted and twirled and slowly fucked her mouth. His tongue was hard, thrusting in and out of her mouth, his lips nibbling and sucking.

very hard and wild fucking session, satisfying the lady, which never ever been in her life, first time fully satisfied

Lucas's shirt hit the floor, followed quickly by his pants and boxers. He knelt between her legs, his cock hard and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He rubbed the head against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness. She bucked her hips, trying to impale herself on him, but he held back, teasing her. "You want this?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you hard?" She nodded, her eyes wild with need. "Yes, Lucas. Please. I need it." He didn't make her wait any longer. He slammed into her, his hips driving him deep inside her. She screamed, her body arching off the couch, her nails raking down his back. He pulled out and thrust back in, even harder than before, his hips slapping against hers. She met his thrusts, her body matching his rhythm, their skin slapping together, the sound filling the room. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her nipples stiff and aching. Lucas leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her body clenching around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hips never stopping their relentless pounding. The couch shook with the force of his thrusts, the springs creaking and groaning. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close, so close. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in quick, hard circles. That was all it took. She came undone, her body exploding with pleasure, her scream echoing through the room. Her pussy clenched around him, her body milking him, drawing out his own release. He roared, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. She panted, her body limp and sweaty, a wide smile spreading across her face as she felt her body slowly relax and release. She could feel him throbbing in her, his body shuddering as he too slowly came down. His hands gripped her hips, and he leaned down to kiss her, slowly rolling his hips so he kept thrusting in and out of her, but slower now. A small satisfied moan escaped her lips.