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between her thighs. She held it there while the older man suckled her breast and started working his big hand into her side and around to her lower back, rubbing and moulding her flesh in stark contrast to the tender ministrations of his tongue and lips.
    He kept at her - sucking on her tit and rubbing and massaging all over her lower body, working her hips and her belly, pressing into the soft skin over her ribs and raking his fingers down her spine.
    Her head was arched back and he ate into her neck, mauling her and then licking his way back to her other tit before sucking that nipple in and working his hand beneath her thigh - gripping it and forcing his fingertips into the flesh of her vulva but avoiding the ache that had formed inside.
    He could feel her heat and the promise of moisture but he felt on the floor for the bottle of oil anyway. He'd slowed his actions, delicately suckling her nipple and nuzzling into her tit with his nose and chin. Her body was arching up to find his hand and he lightly removed the dildo from between her thighs. He moved back to the other tit so he could turn his head and he suckled that nipple while flipping the cap on the bottle of oil.
    Sarah's legs had splayed open but she was still and her breathing was beginning to settle. Miles tipped the bottle and squirted oil into her mound and it leaked down between the folds of her pussy causing her pelvis to roll in anticipation.
    "Do you want it yet?" Miles asked softly - teasingly.
    He'd put the bottle down and he reached beneath her leg with the dildo in his hand. Her tit was quivering against his lips and her pelvis was slowly gyrating her crotch against the cool air.
    He touched the head of the dildo ever so gently against her slit and made her work the oil into it with her pussy lips. He could feel the weight of her against the tip and he allowed her to open her lips over it but nothing more.
    Her body jerked and her tit wobbled against his face. An almost inaudible little moan had escaped upon her breath and he waited another few seconds and then with a single, slow, fluid action he forced the entire length of the dildo up inside of her.
    “Oh god!”
    Her body convulsed and her fingernails were suddenly digging into his shoulder. Her head was arched right back against the arm of the sofa and her neck was exposed. He ate into it, sucking and mauling again while he slowly fucked her with the dildo.
    He used only a short thrust. He would withdraw a few inches and then force it back in, opening her with the big, round base and mashing the ribbed bridge of the thing against her clit.
    He fucked her steadily and relentlessly, keeping her full of the thick shaft and matching the rotations of her pelvis with short, deliberate thrusts.
    He had ended his attack upon her neck and he moved to her ear. "Do you like that?" he breathed and he broke his action to withdraw most of the length of the dildo and then thrust it back up her again. "Do you like being fucked with a big rubber cock?" he groaned into her hair and he pulled it back and rammed it in again, but that time she just braced. The rotations of her hips had ceased and she held to the arm of the sofa while he started spearing the thing in and out of her. He could sense her orgasm building and he worked the shaft like the rod of a piston - searing her inner walls and driving her close to a convulsion. And her body lifted and held and he went at her harder and faster until she writhed and moaned and suddenly clamped herself around his hand.
    She collapsed with his arm twisted and being crushed between her thighs and with the dildo firmly wedged up inside her pussy. Her delicate frame convulsed again and again and slowly the magnitude of her convulsions ebbed away until she was left panting and smiling up at him.
    Miles carefully eased the dildo from inside of her. Then he pushed the coffee table back out of the way and freed his cock.
    "Down here," he said to her. "Bend over the sofa for