Even when they were writhing in passion, Steve never forgot that she was more than ten years older than he was. And that, when it came to a struggle of wills outside the sexual arena, Miss Pope's word reigned supreme in the household.

Now, though, it was Steve's turgid cock that reigned supreme. He clenched his muscular buttocks and thrust his cock fiercely up into the older woman's pussy. His cock in her cunt was making a wet, sluicing noise that was the final indicator of how close Miss Pope was getting to the summit. Steve loved to hear her cries of orgasm, and he worked like a madman to make her climactic cries ring again in his ears.

Her cunt muscles clenched spasmodically around his cock and Steve realized that he too was getting close to the point of no return. Her pussy was tugging on him, demanding so much of his tireless cock that he knew it would not be content until it had robbed him of his life-giving juices. The thought of giving her a squishy cuntful of cum made him work all the harder.

"Steve… oh screw me harder, Stevie-e-e! Your cock's so good to my pussy, baby!" Her every nerve-ending afire, Gwen knew it would not be long before the delicious pressure building up in her belly would be released in a glorious wave of ecstasy. She worked for the achievement of that ultimate pleasure-filled moment. Even the boy himself faded from her consciousness, as nothing more than the vehicle that was carrying her whole being to such intense transports of lust. "Aaaaahhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh, I love to do it! I love it! God-d-d!"

The boy was just as obsessed with passion as she was. He grabbed cruel hold of her rounded ass-cheeks and forced her to hold steady while he shoved her full of lunge after lunge of tingling cock-shaft. There was a moment when he thought he could go on forever. But that moment quickly disappeared, driven into oblivion by the raunchy wails of the woman before him. Miss Pope was cumming!