亚洲少妇

\'fuck! Why\'d she have to be responsive?\' he thought.

"Please..." she whispered, putting her gentle lips back on his and kissing him like it was all she wanted. He was no man to deny her. At that moment, his guilt and all  other things didn\'t matter; he just wanted to never part ways with this woman.

He held her up to his chest from her waist, their tongues lashing and lips caressing, a few soft whimpers escaping her throat.

She was an elegant woman; there was nothing tasteless about her. Even the way she held him and touched him with enviable grace

He lowered her, breaking their kiss, and looked her in the eye. Her silver eyes shone back at him, glazing with lust. He stroked his hand on her face, and she followed his touch with her hand. "You can have until you fall asleep, no more, no less," he told her, knowing far too well that even that was too much.

He rarely cared about boundaries, but Pierre was a good friend, and he was probably everything at that moment.

She pulled him into her arms again, her eyes on him, and ran her hands up and down on his back, gliding over his butt and upper thighs. He was throbbing hard against her; he couldn\'t remember the last time he was that hard for anyone. He pulled it open, the tie holding her robe together, letting it fall between them.

"This is a line that if we cross, there will be no going back," he said.

"Jaegar, I know what I am doing."

She kissed him eagerly, but she wasn\'t a woman he wanted to rush; it might be the only time in his life he could have someone so mature and something so beautiful. He shushed her to slow down and kissed her slowly, pushing the robe off her shoulders and pulling the band off of her braided hair, running his fingers through the hair, loosening the strands.

She shivered slightly as he kissed her neck and caressed her naked body; her breasts were still perky regardless of her age.

She rubbed her head against his shoulder as he kissed her collarbones; her breath was heavy as he felt her breath on his neck.

Her hands found their found their way down his pants as she slowly took his prick into her hands and started slowly stroking her palm on the prick, up and down, her fingers fondling his sack. He felt her touch, and he thought this might be what it felt like to get an electric shock.

The sensation made his lower half limp and light. Indulging himself in the sensation, he kissed her.

He pulled her lips back on his, making her squirm against him, and broke away from her to rid himself of his pants.

They were now in the hall; the lights were off, and the still night was the only witness to the act that they were committing now.

They stood naked, facing each other, having a quick look over at the moonlight that penetrated through the windows.

She was indeed a mighty fine woman, and he wondered if she\'d ever seen anyone as scarred and inked as he was. He wanted to know how long it had been since anyone touched that beautiful body of hers, but it was not a question to ask a lady.

Maybe a couple of years, thinking of how his husband traveled and the ring on her finger made him think that she was a woman who cared for her family and husband even if he didn\'t. Taking care of the house and children alone was no easy task for a woman alone. Now that they had grown up and left for whatever they wanted to be, she was left alone, maybe feeling lost all by herself.

Jaegar was too drunk to think too much about it now, as he was solely focused on her.

He kissed her again, gliding his hand over the round butt, but she took that hand and guided it to touch her in between her legs. As soon as he reached down on her, he could tell that she was dripping wet, wet for him, and he didn\'t need to be told twice. He kissed her on the bed, laying her down on her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him toward her.

He looked into her eyes, which were now filled with lust for him as he caressed her cheek.

She closed her eyes for a moment, running her hands all over his body.

"You are a lovely woman, Fiona," he whispered in her ear while his cheek rubbed against her cheek.

He slowly entered her, and as she let out a soft moan, her eyes closed tightly.

Jaegar saw her, saw her eyes shut, and knew that it was not him she wanted, and he didn\'t mind one bit. It was always someone else they wanted; he was just a means to pretend that they had what they wanted for the little time they had.

He made love to her softly and slowly, kissing her everywhere he could reach. Made out with the nipples, the shoulders that carried the weight of her life, and her sweet neck, where every little kiss made her whimper and squirm.

Pulling his legs under him, he pulled her into his lap, embraced her into his body, and loved her deeper. She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck every now and then and crying into his ear. Even her cries sounded elegant to him.

He moved them up a little, giving himself a better thrusting angle and definition. Her cries spoke directly towards his groin, forcing him to move closer and closer to the meaning end, but he wouldn\'t go there without her; no, not with this woman, he thought.