
alejandro-50381355 @alejandro-50381355
As I lay here on this chaise lounge by the pool, my 72-year-old husband is taking full advantage of his opportunity to rekindle the flame that has been flickering for decades. His thick fingers grip my hips firmly as he drives himself deeper into me. I let out a loud moan as he does so, and he responds with his own groans of pleasure. My skin glistens in the sunlight, covered in a fine layer of oil that catches every ray of light. It's like a work of art, a masterpiece of desire.
His hands are pressed firmly against my waist, keeping me steady as he takes what he wants from me. I love the feeling of him inside me, it never gets old. My eyes are closed and all I can think about is the sensation of his cock moving in and out of me. It's like a symphony playing just for us.
The sound of the water trickling into the pool provides the perfect background noise to our little show. I feel him start to get closer, his strokes becoming more urgent as he prepares for his final push. And then it happens, his body tenses up and he lets out one last groan before emptying himself inside me. It's always like this with us, a mix of passion and love that has been building up over the years.
The sun beats down on us, warming my skin even further as we catch our breath. My husband pulls out slowly and I let out a