She wanted him to enjoy having his cock sucked by a desirable older woman. She wanted him to enjoy the experience as much as she intended to.

And each new project was just as exciting as the last. The more she learned about lust, the more intensely she longed to experience it, to mold it, to help it grow. Like the courtesans of old, she cultivated her art and prided herself on refining it. Each new conquest taught her something new and kept her feeling young and strong.

"Mmmmmm!" Eileen moaned happily as she worked. She relished the depravity of sitting on her couch on a sunlit afternoon, sucking the cock of a eighteen-year-old guy. She felt voluptuously wicked and wantonly alive. Her long dark hair fell forward and she tossed it back impatiently, eager to get back to the exciting task of sucking young Randy's cock. She caught him looking at her with the veiled glow of passion. She smiled at him reassuringly. "I've never been so happy, Randy. It gives me such pleasure, darling, to suck your beautiful cock!"

Her lips closed around his cock-head and slid up and down his cock-shaft in even, rhythmic strokes. His surprised moans made her cunt tingle. She reached down to the crotch of her slacks and rubbed herself impatiently. Her clitoris throbbed and she stabbed her tongue into the rubbery ridge that separated the head front the shaft of the teen's cock. "Miss Kerr… I never… uuuhhh! I never knew anything could be soo… good!"

The brunette stroked herself just long enough to feel the hot glow dance through her nerve-endings. Then she returned all her attention to Randy's cock. She wanted this to be his moment. It would distract from the passion she was heaping on him if she were to rub herself to orgasm. She wanted to torture herself just a little, to be slave to the teen's untutored need, to concentrate all her skill and all her hunger on bringing him a special moment, a moment he might remember always.