"Oh, my God," Logan gasped softly, the sound of surprise in his voice.

"Ahhhhh, God, it's been so long!" Chris moaned under him, lifting up to meet his sliding thrust. "I didn't know my pussy would be this tight! Ohhhh, Logan fuck! Fuck!"

"For God's sake, Chris, you don't have to apologize!" he gasped heatedly.

He bore into her twat, his prick throbbing forcefully. He hadn't expected this.

Not from a woman of thirty-five. Not from a baby-stretched mother's cunt. Not only did her pussy look like a little girl's pussy, it felt like one!

Slick and tight. Incredibly silky and smooth around his flaming prick. It quivered all up and down its muscular length.

Her cunt-mouth gripped the root of his prick and squeezed reflexively, sucking inward, milking and shivering around his cock.

He lay against her. He felt the youthful trimness of her willowy body, the hardness of her tits. He pounded his hips against hers, and he felt pleased with the way she lifted her twat up to meet every stroke, whimpering and gasping.

He opened his mouth. He dove downward, mashing his lips against hers, sucking and drawing, making his tongue thrust between her soft lips into her hot, open mouth.

"Ohhhhh, God-God!" Chris gasped, feeling stuffed with his cock, feeling wanton and lustful with the way her thighs were wrapped around his hips.

Somehow, though, it was one thing to yield to his plunging, fucking cock, and another to feel his lips against hers and his tongue washing around inside her mouth.

That was like betrayal. She couldn't take that. Not yet.

She tore her mouth from his and turned her head to the side, not allowing him to kiss her and yet thrusting her twat up around his root and sucking along the length of his dick with her silken muscles.

She couldn't believe the sensations shooting through her body. She'd had no idea it would be like this again. She'd thought she would be able to control herself more than this, even after going without a fuck for so long.