David spotted Sara across the bustling café, her silver hair catching the light as she approached with that knowing smirk. At 64, she carried herself with the confidence of a woman who had seen it all and wanted more. "David, darling," she purred, sliding into the seat opposite him, "still chasing thrills at your age? Or has marriage tamed you?"
He chuckled, leaning forward. "Tamed? Laura keeps me plenty busy, but you know I've always had a soft spot for experience. What brings you here, Sara? Checking up on your son's old friend?"
Her eyes sparkled with wit. "Soft spot? Let's see if I can make something else hard. I've watched you grow up, but now... I want to feel that cock of yours inside me. No games." The air thickened as she reached under the table, her hand bold and unyielding.
They slipped away to her nearby apartment, the door barely closing before Sara pressed him against it. "You're horny already, aren't you?" she teased, dropping to her knees with strength in her grip. She freed his hard cock and took it deep in a blowjob that left him panting, her tongue working expertly while her own arousal built.
David groaned as she stood, shedding clothes to reveal her fit curves, large breasts and ample ass on display. "My turn to lead," she declared, pushing him onto the bed. Her pussy was already wet and dripping as she straddled him, guiding his cock inside with a satisfied moan. They moved together, sweating and panting, her strong hips grinding as she rode him relentlessly.
She came first with a sharp cry, her walls clenching around him, but didn't stop until he followed, pulling out to spill cum across her ass. They collapsed in a tangle, hearts racing.
Sara traced a finger along his chest, her voice low and teasing. "That was just the start of your week, David—Laura and Riddley might have their own ideas."
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