"It should work all right now," he said, "I'm sure I fixed it." He put away his tools and rose to leave.

"Great," she said, then hastily added. "Why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee? I've gotta fresh pot already made."

"Sure I'd love to," he said. He followed her over to the kitchen table and sat down. He couldn't help but notice her long, beautiful legs and her large tits.

The top buttons of her shirt were open and when she leaned over to pour his coffee, she gave him an unobstructed view of her exposed tits. In a glance, his eyes took in her smooth, ripe tits. The pink nipples beckoned enticingly. He looked into her hungry eyes and remarked, "You've got a gorgeous body."

His eyes now followed the curve of her hips and her large, shapely ass, barely covered by her old shirt. He could control himself, no longer. He removed the coffee pot from her hand and set it on the table. Next, he sat her on the edge of the table, ripped open her shirt, and buried his face in her lush tits, biting and kissing them fiercely. Ann clamped her arms around his head and drew him to her tightly. Sighing deeply, he yanked her panties down to her ankles, and she kicked her legs free and spread them wide.

"Oh yes, you big stud. You know what I need. Fill my big, hungry pussy up. Fuck the shit out of me," she begged.

After fumbling with his zipper, he finally pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing one of the largest cocks that Ann had ever seen. She was sure that it wouldn't fit into her sweet cunt, but he rammed the hard, throbbing prick into her with such fierceness that it plunged in up to the hilt and caused her to cry out in pain. However, he was beyond caring now. He was out of his mind with passion. He pulled her legs up over his broad shoulders and rammed his big cock into her sweet, aching cunt. He pounded her poor pussy again and again as hard as he could.