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One thing led to another once Leon came out of the garage from his usual weight lifting session, walking towards you.
You couldn’t help the way the your panties soaked at the sight of the older man in a tight black tank, biceps glistening with a layer of sweat, including his temple.
“Love, do you mind getting dinner started while I get cleaned up? These muscles won’t build themselves on their own.” He chuckled, tone remaining lighthearted despite his appearance. It didn’t help how his pecs strained against the wet fabric, when it used to hang loosely before.
He had a pink tint in the cheeks, using a clean rag to wipe the remaining perspiration off his temple, the front strands of his parted hair moist
Sometimes you found yourself comparing your physique to his, but now the only thing you wanted to do was run your hands against his chest.
“Ah, sure, but first...” You stated, clearing your throat, failing to mask just how undeniably hot and bothered you were. Leon could tell, his stare reading right through your body language.
“I’m just, you know, admiring the view in front of me while I can.” You added holding back the faintest grin.
“Really dear, Is that so?” He muses.
“I’m more than sure, in fact, dinner can probably wait.” You added, with a sudden boost of confidence. “If you catch my drift.”
He picks up on your innuendo, the side of his lip twitching upward, his eyes drifting down to your lips.
“There’s more you haven’t seen yet, if you want to help get these off of me before I shower.” He gestured towards himself tapping the top of his gym tank with his index finger.
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That’s how you both found yourselves completely bare. You were so unbelievably horny, you wanted to feel him against you, properly. At first it started with you grinding your wet folds against his muscular thigh, but even that wasn’t enough for you after you came once already.
"Please! Please...Leon..." you nearly choked out, now both of your cores and legs intertwined with one another. You both held eachother’s calves, desperately rubbing your throbbing wet pussies together, the mess of slick smearing across your inner thighs.
Leon had a little softness in the right places from his bulk, so the slight bounce of his pecs above his top surgery scars jiggled with every roll of his hips. You whimpered in response at the sight alone, so unbelievably in awe at your lover.
“Fuck…you feel even better than I remember, love, your little clit—all wet just for me like this.” Leon cursed out with a rasp, his calloused hand pulling you further against him, lining you up even more, his lips parting in loud moans.
“Ah!” Your hips bucked upwards, in moist loud slaps, the constant rhythm lulling you closer to your incoming orgasm. With each plap plap plap, you were going limp from the ecstasy, breathing heavily.
Even the burn from your natural states, added an extra layer of friction, and fuck if the smell of his musk didn’t make your mouth water.
You’d eaten him out countless times, allowed him to sit on your face, and every time you’d die a happy man if it meant you got to stay buried in between those mouthwatering folds. You loved to see the way his thighs trembled and how he came into your mouth.
The more vigorous that he pounded his vulva with yours, the whiter and thicker your slick became all over his cunt. You could see the wetness all over his, like a full course meal on display.
You’d eaten him out countless times, allowed him to sit on your face, and every time you’d die a happy woman if it meant you got to stay buried in between those mouthwatering folds. You loved to see the way his thighs trembled and how he came into your mouth.
The more vigorous that he pounded his vulva with yours, the whiter and thicker your slick became all over his cunt. You could see the wetness all over his, like a full course meal on display.
"Look at that, so perfect just like this, creaming all over me and I haven’t gotten to make you cum just yet.”
You gasped out at the praise lips parting into an ‘o’ shape. At that, Leon used the opportunity, his free hand to cup your jaw, pressed two calloused digits into your mouth. You whined in response, opening your mouth even wider for further access.
“Suck.” Leon ordered with a flushed expression, eyes half lidded with pleasure. “Suck it like if it were my pussy on your mouth, it’s your favorite isn’t it?” He grunted in between gasps, not letting up his rough pace in between your legs.
You nodded in between moans, eyes fluttering shut, as your skillfully licked and sucked hard on his fingers. He groaned at the suction, before pulling his hips back from yours and ramming his labia into your own even rougher now.
“You’re dripping even more, baby, does this feel good to you? Or has your pussy just wanted me that much?”
You let out a muffled cry at the burning pain and pleasure, thighs beginning to quiver. You swirled your tongue around as he prodded it in deeper right into your gag reflex, your eyes beginning to water.
Leon loved when you fell apart under his touch and fingers like this, it let him know that only he could have you this way. And he’d be damned if another person dare touch you the way he does.
They don’t know your imperfections, or cherish those scars you kept hidden under your clothes. Hell, Leon didn’t hide his own from you, so it felt like he was shedding his rawest self to you.
With your free hand, you began rubbing desperately at your clit, so close to feeling like you were about to burst, as Leon added a third digit, like he was trying to scissor your mouth open. You didn’t falter with your tongue, continuing to roughly grind your hips in tune with his.
With your free hand, you began rubbing desperately at your clit, so close to feeling like you were about to burst, as Leon added a third digit, like he was trying to scissor your mouth open. You didn’t falter with your tongue, continuing to roughly grind your hips in tune with his.
Perhaps he’d make you suck on his strap afterwards, but he wouldn’t push you to your limits if you were exhausted after this. After all your comfort came first, even if he was a little dominating in the bedroom.
With a loud, shuddery moan you both came, as cum dripped out of each your aching throbbing pussies, you squirted onto the chiseled pecs. A pretty sight Leon took pride in as they glistened from your juices.
Leon took his fingers out from yours swollen red lips, as he traced your clit, using his fingers to swipe up your release like whip cream, licking it off his fingers one by one.
“Still as tasty as ever, I won’t need dinner, I’ll be satisfied with this already.” He says with a faint grin, escaping his tired features.
You panted out, already worn out, you didn’t have the same stamina he did after all. You couldn’t tell if you were sore or aching for another round after seeing that.
“Of course you’d say something after making me orgasm like that.” You groaned, face palming your forehead.