"Unnghh! Mr. Peters!" Lisa gasped. "Fuck me now, awnngh, God, I'm coming! Unghh! Fuck me… fuck me…unnghh! Fuck my cunt, Mr. Peters! Harder! I'm cumming! Aww, yes! Cuuummmiiinnng…"

The wet spasms of cum poured through Lisa's cunt with the strongest intensity she'd ever known, making her pussy overflow with the pungent tide of her juices. Her ass flipped wildly back and forth over the boxes.

Peters grimaced obscenely and continued to work his squirting cock in and out of the clinging folds of her cunt hole, sighing as the last thick spurts of his jism oozed out of his raw purple dick head.

"Oh, Mr. Peters," Lisa whimpered. She threw her arms around his shoulders and ground her hips on the boxes, continuing to pump her pussy onto his tool. "That was so good… your fucking was so good… I came so hard… keep on fucking me, Mr. Peters… I don't ever want to stop… keep on fucking me… let's do it again…"

Peters hesitated only a second, as if wondering whether a second cum might be healthy for a man his age. Then he resolutely began to hammer his raging cock in and out of the fur-lined lips of her pouting hole. Within a few seconds his huge prick was as big and stiff as ever, throbbing with a second load of cream, and Lisa knew that he was going to fuck her again even harder than before.

"Oh, God!" Lisa squalled. She wrapped her slender thighs around the older man's waist, eagerly humping her cunt up to meet every stroke of their second fucking. Her cheeks were flushed pink with excitement, and her stiff nipples dug into his brawny chest. This was it, she thought giddily. This was just what she needed, just what Mark had failed to give her the night before. Mr. Peters was old enough to really know what he was doing. She loved the way his heavy body felt over her own, the taste of his cum-smeared cock in her mouth, the way his bloated organ felt when he rammed it deep inside her pussy-slit. As far as Lisa was concerned, she could keep on fucking the older man for the rest of her life.