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After fucking Fatima on the stair case on Wednesday evening, I left for work on Thursday morning, while at the site, I wrote a letter for a two weeks leave and submitted it.
During the day, I his my number again and called Fatima to know whether we can meet tomorrow being Friday, she gave her confirmation. I told her same venue same time she said yes and I hung up. On Friday, during as the evening was approaching, My supervisor and Fatima's husband Alhaji Engineer Sule Galadima told me he's going to Mosque for prayers I nodded and he left.
Immediately I boarded a commercial motorcycle and went to the ZauZau motel. While on the way I got an sms from Fatima telling me that she's there already, I called her to book a room and send the number, seven minuted later another sms from her telling me the room number. I arrived there and headed directly to the room. The door wasn't unlocked I entered, closed and locked the door. I turned and she was close. She kissed me tenderly. I backed her towards the bed. Her legs buckled as they came in contact with the bed and as she fell I had to catch myself. I dropped to my knees and pulled her to a sitting position. I put my arms around her ample hips and put my head in her lap. "Fatima, making love to you has always been a new and wonderful experience for me." I whispered, as she toyed with my hair. "I can't believe any time we meet that it is happening!" I pushed myself up moving over her causing her to let back once more. She scooted her ass back quickly across the bed. I followed her and her legs came up and engulfed me as she gathered up her dress using both hands, pulling it up and clear, revealing snow-white underwear. We kissed passionately and were soon dry humping, she getting more direct stimulation causing her breathing to increase and voicing numerous moans. My heart was racing, amazed that Fatima had become aroused so quickly. I reached to fumble with my zipper. I was ecstatic that I had decided to go commando, there was not going to be any briefs to fight with. Aware of what I was doing, and having achieved it, Fatima reached with her left hand and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. I placed the head of my cock at the bottom of her labia and pulled it up between the crack until the head of my cock punctuated ever so slightly the entrance to her pussy. I pushed into her slowly. The firmness of her kiss and her moan increased proportionately with the depth of my penetration, ending with a contended sigh. Coupled, holding my cock deep into her, she stilled beneath me and pulled her lips from mine, breathing slowly but lustfully in my ear.
After long moments, I felt her pelvis push against me and I began to stroke into her slowly.
"Just for a few minutes, Agunna." She whispered. "I don't want to reveal my soul to you quite yet. Don't push too hard against me or I will come. I just want to enjoy your cock the way you're doing it - nice and slow."
"Have no fear, my sweet." I assured her. I did test the waters a bit, toying with her resolve! Occasionally, I pushed deep pressing firmly against her, causing her to inhale deeply and moan with determined restraint in her tone.
"I told you not to do that!" She whispered, with a teacher's scorn.
"If you fear you are a one orgasm woman, dismiss the thought!" I assured her. "You're not getting out of this room without at least three or four. I have plans for you that your mother was too embarrassed to tell you about."
You're bad!" She chastised teasingly. "I'll hold you to that! I'm ready if you are. Just keep it slow."
With her permission, I no longer toyed with her. I began to pull mostly out of her, pushing slowly back into her, applying pressure to her pussy and, I hoped, clit. Passive, only in the movement of her ass, her breathing and moans relayed her pleasure to my ears.
"Lordy! Lordy! Lordy! Don't stop!" She begged.
How many times I pumped into her this way I don't know, as I didn't keep count. Somewhere along the way her hands gripped my jeans and pulled me tight against her as her ass pushed hard against my cock. I followed her rhythm and we began fucking strenuously, but my cock never pulled out of her more than a half inch. I felt the elastic of her panties against the shaft of my cock. "I'm close, Agunna! Don't stop!" She moaned. "Don't stop! Don'ttt.........AHHH FUCKKKK!"
Her body stilled momentarily, then, her posterior began a rapid humping rhythm, before finally slowing to a halt. Then, she began pushing up against me again. I reciprocated without intent. I thought about the "word" she had cried out and never imagined I pious married Muslim lady like Fatima uttering it. But then she has used it many times with me in our sexual encounters before.
"You're not going to come?" She asked with concern. No young lady I replied my job is to keep you well satisfied. I pulled a still firm cock slowly out of Fatima. I began to undress as she lay there on the bed watching me.
"How about we go take a good hot shower." I suggested. "I'll scrub your back and a few other places.
"And I will scrub your back too she replied.
Naked, I helped her off the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as she began to undress.
"Fatima, your gorgeous and I can't wait to see you fully naked I told her.
She was soon nude and I motioned her to me. I appraised her entire body with no obstructions.
I put my face into her belly button and caressed and toyed with her ass. I then smacked it lightly, indicating it was time to get wet.
Fatima had a strong walking stride with a mischievous waddle thrown in. I had watched her walk away from me many times and her ass always made me smile. Now, I set watching her as she headed for the bathroom. Her waddling broad ass made me smile and shake my head, thinking how fortunate I was. Fatima, in maturity, was cute as all get out! I followed her to the bathroom.
"I have to pee. Can I have a moment?" Fatima asked.
"Can you hold it until we're in the shower?" I queried.
"I suppose." Smiling suspiciously.
We stepped into the shower and she adjusted the water. She got her hair wet and then;
"I really have to pee!" She said excitedly, stomping her feet lightly. "Backup as far as you can."
I backed up against the far wall and Fatima squatted in the tub and I saw a strong stream of yellowish water squirt from her. I put my foot into the stream. Fatima shook her head.
"Men!"
"Humour me!" I replied, reaching down to wet my fingers in the warm stream.
"Actually, I've always wanted to pee like this for a man." She admitted. "I just never pondered he'd want to touch it. It's really erotic!"
When she stood, I kissed her and then began to lather up the washrag. I gave her a good scrubbing and she mimicked a c***d not wanting to be washed. I lavished kisses on her body as I proceeded. She lifted her foot to the inside edge of the tub to give me access to scrub her pussy gently.
Stooping down I put my nose into her bush.
"What do we have here?" I teasingly inquired. "That's my lady part." She answered again in baby talk. Again I found it cute.
I pushed my tongue into the fur and searched. Her moan told me I had found her clit. Leaning back against the wall, she again lifted her foot to the inside edge of the tub. She widened her stance to give me access and I palmed her thigh as I ravished her clit with my tongue.
Her moans reverberated around the small tiled bathroom. Her hands pulled at my hair and ears. My left hand stroked the inside of her thighs and I playfully fingered her hole.
There was a lot of water coursing down her body, filling my mouth. I managed to purge it and never coughed or gagged, but I was thankful when the lady moaned in orgasm. I kissed the inside of her thighs before standing.
She placed her head against my chest and clung to me.
"I'm not that much younger, Agunna." She whimpered. "I'm exhausted. I need to lie down."
"Hey, my scrubbing first!" I teasingly protested.
During my scrubbing, she toyed with my cock bringing it to full erection again. Squatting down, she studied it and toyed with it more than my wife ever did.
Then, quite surprisingly she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her back to the cascading water, she spent a good minute sucking slowly on the helmeted head. She then released it and stood.
"I'm sorry, Agunna, but that is all you're going to get.
"Fatima, knowing that, I feel even more fortunate for the experience."
We dried each other off and went back to the bed.
"Are you going to be extra naughty for me?" I queried.
"I knew you were going to be trouble!" She said teasingly, holding up both hands chest high, her back to me. "What is the crazy man going to ask me to do!"
"May I ask you to get on your knees for me?" I queried.
"He not crazy after all! I like it that way, but you had better be easy with me!"
"Right there at the edge of the bed should do it." I suggested.
I stood a long moment looking at Fatima's large, ample ass, finding it quite pleasing. Moved in close behind her, my cock not quite up to snuff, I rubbed the head of my cock against her fur lined pussy. A little bit longer than a blink of an eye I pushed inside of her, she pushing back, wiggling her ass to take me inside of her.
I put my hands on her hips and pumped into her with a moderate rhythm. She may have told me that she was exhausted but her moans and groans told me otherwise. Her active vocals went far to keep my cock rigid. It took a robust shove to flatten her beefy buttocks to get a satisfactory penetration, to my liking anyway.
Such was the effort that I soon wanted to come really bad. She had been a good sport and I slowed and pulled from her.
"You were getting excited. You didn't have to quit! Why did you quit?"
"The evening is still young, precious lady."
I tapped her ass to indicate I wanted her to take a place on the bed. She manoeuvred to the far side on her back. I lay down next to her and I turned to face her and she turned to face me. I had yet to give her breast the attention I desired. After kissing her lips, face and neck, I moved down to them. I've found them not much larger than my wife's but Fatima's nipples were larger, though they had deflated a bit. With a little bit of TLC they were soon firm once more. Many minutes past as I suckled and my hands roamed over her warm body. I rubbed her mound and slid my middle finger into her pussy, eliciting a soft moan. She toyed and yanked on my erection the whole time I finger fucked her gently, occasionally circling her clit with my wetted finger. I loved making her moan.
"You seem so hungry. Are you ever going to get enough of me?" She queried in a whisper.
"I don't think so." I replied, as I began to kiss down her body.
She knew where I was headed.
"No! No! No!" She said in baby talk. "Lets snuggle for a few minutes. Like you said the evening is young."
I rolled to my back and she snuggled on my chest. I kissed her forehead.
"So, how is the sex life with your husband since we started fucking? I asked, toying with her pubic hair.
Her head immediately left my chest and she looked at me.
"You are joking?"
"I'm interested in your happiness!" I replied with a sincere tone.
"Well, aren't we civilized!" She returned sarcastically.
Her head came back to my chest and she snuggled in once more. She talked, telling me more about our affairs and how she would want me to stay permanently in Kaduna for her.
Eventually her talking tapered off and we both drifted off.
When I opened my eyes, the clock said 4:45 pm. I could just make out Fatima's naked ass. I reached to stroke it.
"I didn't think you would ever wake up!" I heard her say. "I'm as horny as all get out and it is all your fault. I want you to do something about it."
I rolled her to her back and started at her tits as I had before she stopped me earlier. When I manoeuvred over her legs and my nose when into her bush her knees lifted and spread. I dropped between her thighs. She lifted her ass as my hands slid under her buttocks. I put my face to her pussy.
Her smell, the warmth between her thighs, her ample ass in my hands and my image of her lying there was intoxicating. I teased her clit with my tongue for long minutes.
"Because you're so good at it, I think you like eating pussy as much as you like fucking it!" She whispered.
'Let me show you how much, sugar!' I thought, lifting her ass high and pushing my tongue deep into her pussy.
She cried. "Have you no mercy? A little warning before you do something like that!"
Her ass began pulsing against my face as I pushed deep, retreated, pushed deep, retreated, pushed deep, held it deep, returned to her clit.
Fatima was huffing and puffing like a woman in labour.
"How am I ever going to be happy with my husband again!" She moaned. Her anguish cry only confirmed a question that had been at the back of my mind. I felt dumb and c***dish -- they were mature adult -- and it would be nuts to think that her husband had not fucked her in a long time.
"Do it again!" She requested in baby talk.
The second time, I gave her an honest to goodness, serious tongue fucking as her ass humped my face. The orgasm hit and neither of us slacked a bit. Only Fatima's calling to her maker indicated that she was in orgasm and that her soul had been exposed for a few long moments.
"Did you see that flash of light?" She said humourously, then, broke into a full-blown laugh. "My soul!"
Then, "Come on up here you crazy man! Grab my ass! No more playing. Fuck me!"
I scrambled up as her legs lifted and she sought to take possession of my cock. She placed it to her and I pushed into her.
"Mercy!" She said, as her hand retreated and she put her arms around me.
I took the somewhat painful toned comment to refer her post orgasmic tightness. I thought to apologise but didn't.
I kissed her passionately and she did not shy from my lips that were saturated with her womanly fluid, even pushing her tongue into my mouth.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I began to fuck Fatima with a determined rhythm. Not a frantic, lost in lust type rhythm, but a slow, focused, deep penetrating, buttock tightening rhythm. My intent was to be totally aware, feeling my cock pumping into her warm pussy. I had prided myself on my ability to stay focused. I felt something compress the very tip of my cock!
"Are you sure you want this, Fatima?" I asked affectionately.
"Agunna! It is safe, isn't it?" She asked with a bit of concern in her tone.
"Of course!" I assured her. "I just wanted..........
"SShhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cut me off. "I'm an air head! Of course I want it. You've been hiding your soul from me too long already. If you don't come in me, I don't know what I will do!"
Like I, at my age, needed that kind of pressure! But, I was soon inhaling and exhaling audibly through my mouth, my face against her neck. Her pussy was absolutely divine as she matched my rhythm as best she could. I had her locked in tight. I could feel her breasts against my chest.
"I'm not too heavy?" I queried.
"Not at all!" She replied.
On I pumped, now shoving deep into her, my audible in and out breathing fluttering as I neared orgasm.
I pushed deep as my cock jerked, filling Fatima's belly with my warm, sterile semen.
"Yessssssssssss! Baby!" Fatima sighed, then, as I stilled. "You have a loving, sweet soul, Agunna."
I remained inside of her long minutes not wanting it to end. She stroked the back of my neck, seeming content also. But, I soon felt my withered up cock slip out of her.
"Aw, fluey!" She said in her baby talk.
"Hey, give me a couple hours to rest up!" I said humourously.
"You're the one who slept away any chance of that!"
Fatima and I showered together once more, dressed. I then told her about my letter for leave, she was sad but I cheered her up telling her that its only for two weeks. She left before me and I gave her 30 minutes before following suit.
During the day, I his my number again and called Fatima to know whether we can meet tomorrow being Friday, she gave her confirmation. I told her same venue same time she said yes and I hung up. On Friday, during as the evening was approaching, My supervisor and Fatima's husband Alhaji Engineer Sule Galadima told me he's going to Mosque for prayers I nodded and he left.
Immediately I boarded a commercial motorcycle and went to the ZauZau motel. While on the way I got an sms from Fatima telling me that she's there already, I called her to book a room and send the number, seven minuted later another sms from her telling me the room number. I arrived there and headed directly to the room. The door wasn't unlocked I entered, closed and locked the door. I turned and she was close. She kissed me tenderly. I backed her towards the bed. Her legs buckled as they came in contact with the bed and as she fell I had to catch myself. I dropped to my knees and pulled her to a sitting position. I put my arms around her ample hips and put my head in her lap. "Fatima, making love to you has always been a new and wonderful experience for me." I whispered, as she toyed with my hair. "I can't believe any time we meet that it is happening!" I pushed myself up moving over her causing her to let back once more. She scooted her ass back quickly across the bed. I followed her and her legs came up and engulfed me as she gathered up her dress using both hands, pulling it up and clear, revealing snow-white underwear. We kissed passionately and were soon dry humping, she getting more direct stimulation causing her breathing to increase and voicing numerous moans. My heart was racing, amazed that Fatima had become aroused so quickly. I reached to fumble with my zipper. I was ecstatic that I had decided to go commando, there was not going to be any briefs to fight with. Aware of what I was doing, and having achieved it, Fatima reached with her left hand and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. I placed the head of my cock at the bottom of her labia and pulled it up between the crack until the head of my cock punctuated ever so slightly the entrance to her pussy. I pushed into her slowly. The firmness of her kiss and her moan increased proportionately with the depth of my penetration, ending with a contended sigh. Coupled, holding my cock deep into her, she stilled beneath me and pulled her lips from mine, breathing slowly but lustfully in my ear.
After long moments, I felt her pelvis push against me and I began to stroke into her slowly.
"Just for a few minutes, Agunna." She whispered. "I don't want to reveal my soul to you quite yet. Don't push too hard against me or I will come. I just want to enjoy your cock the way you're doing it - nice and slow."
"Have no fear, my sweet." I assured her. I did test the waters a bit, toying with her resolve! Occasionally, I pushed deep pressing firmly against her, causing her to inhale deeply and moan with determined restraint in her tone.
"I told you not to do that!" She whispered, with a teacher's scorn.
"If you fear you are a one orgasm woman, dismiss the thought!" I assured her. "You're not getting out of this room without at least three or four. I have plans for you that your mother was too embarrassed to tell you about."
You're bad!" She chastised teasingly. "I'll hold you to that! I'm ready if you are. Just keep it slow."
With her permission, I no longer toyed with her. I began to pull mostly out of her, pushing slowly back into her, applying pressure to her pussy and, I hoped, clit. Passive, only in the movement of her ass, her breathing and moans relayed her pleasure to my ears.
"Lordy! Lordy! Lordy! Don't stop!" She begged.
How many times I pumped into her this way I don't know, as I didn't keep count. Somewhere along the way her hands gripped my jeans and pulled me tight against her as her ass pushed hard against my cock. I followed her rhythm and we began fucking strenuously, but my cock never pulled out of her more than a half inch. I felt the elastic of her panties against the shaft of my cock. "I'm close, Agunna! Don't stop!" She moaned. "Don't stop! Don'ttt.........AHHH FUCKKKK!"
Her body stilled momentarily, then, her posterior began a rapid humping rhythm, before finally slowing to a halt. Then, she began pushing up against me again. I reciprocated without intent. I thought about the "word" she had cried out and never imagined I pious married Muslim lady like Fatima uttering it. But then she has used it many times with me in our sexual encounters before.
"You're not going to come?" She asked with concern. No young lady I replied my job is to keep you well satisfied. I pulled a still firm cock slowly out of Fatima. I began to undress as she lay there on the bed watching me.
"How about we go take a good hot shower." I suggested. "I'll scrub your back and a few other places.
"And I will scrub your back too she replied.
Naked, I helped her off the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as she began to undress.
"Fatima, your gorgeous and I can't wait to see you fully naked I told her.
She was soon nude and I motioned her to me. I appraised her entire body with no obstructions.
I put my face into her belly button and caressed and toyed with her ass. I then smacked it lightly, indicating it was time to get wet.
Fatima had a strong walking stride with a mischievous waddle thrown in. I had watched her walk away from me many times and her ass always made me smile. Now, I set watching her as she headed for the bathroom. Her waddling broad ass made me smile and shake my head, thinking how fortunate I was. Fatima, in maturity, was cute as all get out! I followed her to the bathroom.
"I have to pee. Can I have a moment?" Fatima asked.
"Can you hold it until we're in the shower?" I queried.
"I suppose." Smiling suspiciously.
We stepped into the shower and she adjusted the water. She got her hair wet and then;
"I really have to pee!" She said excitedly, stomping her feet lightly. "Backup as far as you can."
I backed up against the far wall and Fatima squatted in the tub and I saw a strong stream of yellowish water squirt from her. I put my foot into the stream. Fatima shook her head.
"Men!"
"Humour me!" I replied, reaching down to wet my fingers in the warm stream.
"Actually, I've always wanted to pee like this for a man." She admitted. "I just never pondered he'd want to touch it. It's really erotic!"
When she stood, I kissed her and then began to lather up the washrag. I gave her a good scrubbing and she mimicked a c***d not wanting to be washed. I lavished kisses on her body as I proceeded. She lifted her foot to the inside edge of the tub to give me access to scrub her pussy gently.
Stooping down I put my nose into her bush.
"What do we have here?" I teasingly inquired. "That's my lady part." She answered again in baby talk. Again I found it cute.
I pushed my tongue into the fur and searched. Her moan told me I had found her clit. Leaning back against the wall, she again lifted her foot to the inside edge of the tub. She widened her stance to give me access and I palmed her thigh as I ravished her clit with my tongue.
Her moans reverberated around the small tiled bathroom. Her hands pulled at my hair and ears. My left hand stroked the inside of her thighs and I playfully fingered her hole.
There was a lot of water coursing down her body, filling my mouth. I managed to purge it and never coughed or gagged, but I was thankful when the lady moaned in orgasm. I kissed the inside of her thighs before standing.
She placed her head against my chest and clung to me.
"I'm not that much younger, Agunna." She whimpered. "I'm exhausted. I need to lie down."
"Hey, my scrubbing first!" I teasingly protested.
During my scrubbing, she toyed with my cock bringing it to full erection again. Squatting down, she studied it and toyed with it more than my wife ever did.
Then, quite surprisingly she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her back to the cascading water, she spent a good minute sucking slowly on the helmeted head. She then released it and stood.
"I'm sorry, Agunna, but that is all you're going to get.
"Fatima, knowing that, I feel even more fortunate for the experience."
We dried each other off and went back to the bed.
"Are you going to be extra naughty for me?" I queried.
"I knew you were going to be trouble!" She said teasingly, holding up both hands chest high, her back to me. "What is the crazy man going to ask me to do!"
"May I ask you to get on your knees for me?" I queried.
"He not crazy after all! I like it that way, but you had better be easy with me!"
"Right there at the edge of the bed should do it." I suggested.
I stood a long moment looking at Fatima's large, ample ass, finding it quite pleasing. Moved in close behind her, my cock not quite up to snuff, I rubbed the head of my cock against her fur lined pussy. A little bit longer than a blink of an eye I pushed inside of her, she pushing back, wiggling her ass to take me inside of her.
I put my hands on her hips and pumped into her with a moderate rhythm. She may have told me that she was exhausted but her moans and groans told me otherwise. Her active vocals went far to keep my cock rigid. It took a robust shove to flatten her beefy buttocks to get a satisfactory penetration, to my liking anyway.
Such was the effort that I soon wanted to come really bad. She had been a good sport and I slowed and pulled from her.
"You were getting excited. You didn't have to quit! Why did you quit?"
"The evening is still young, precious lady."
I tapped her ass to indicate I wanted her to take a place on the bed. She manoeuvred to the far side on her back. I lay down next to her and I turned to face her and she turned to face me. I had yet to give her breast the attention I desired. After kissing her lips, face and neck, I moved down to them. I've found them not much larger than my wife's but Fatima's nipples were larger, though they had deflated a bit. With a little bit of TLC they were soon firm once more. Many minutes past as I suckled and my hands roamed over her warm body. I rubbed her mound and slid my middle finger into her pussy, eliciting a soft moan. She toyed and yanked on my erection the whole time I finger fucked her gently, occasionally circling her clit with my wetted finger. I loved making her moan.
"You seem so hungry. Are you ever going to get enough of me?" She queried in a whisper.
"I don't think so." I replied, as I began to kiss down her body.
She knew where I was headed.
"No! No! No!" She said in baby talk. "Lets snuggle for a few minutes. Like you said the evening is young."
I rolled to my back and she snuggled on my chest. I kissed her forehead.
"So, how is the sex life with your husband since we started fucking? I asked, toying with her pubic hair.
Her head immediately left my chest and she looked at me.
"You are joking?"
"I'm interested in your happiness!" I replied with a sincere tone.
"Well, aren't we civilized!" She returned sarcastically.
Her head came back to my chest and she snuggled in once more. She talked, telling me more about our affairs and how she would want me to stay permanently in Kaduna for her.
Eventually her talking tapered off and we both drifted off.
When I opened my eyes, the clock said 4:45 pm. I could just make out Fatima's naked ass. I reached to stroke it.
"I didn't think you would ever wake up!" I heard her say. "I'm as horny as all get out and it is all your fault. I want you to do something about it."
I rolled her to her back and started at her tits as I had before she stopped me earlier. When I manoeuvred over her legs and my nose when into her bush her knees lifted and spread. I dropped between her thighs. She lifted her ass as my hands slid under her buttocks. I put my face to her pussy.
Her smell, the warmth between her thighs, her ample ass in my hands and my image of her lying there was intoxicating. I teased her clit with my tongue for long minutes.
"Because you're so good at it, I think you like eating pussy as much as you like fucking it!" She whispered.
'Let me show you how much, sugar!' I thought, lifting her ass high and pushing my tongue deep into her pussy.
She cried. "Have you no mercy? A little warning before you do something like that!"
Her ass began pulsing against my face as I pushed deep, retreated, pushed deep, retreated, pushed deep, held it deep, returned to her clit.
Fatima was huffing and puffing like a woman in labour.
"How am I ever going to be happy with my husband again!" She moaned. Her anguish cry only confirmed a question that had been at the back of my mind. I felt dumb and c***dish -- they were mature adult -- and it would be nuts to think that her husband had not fucked her in a long time.
"Do it again!" She requested in baby talk.
The second time, I gave her an honest to goodness, serious tongue fucking as her ass humped my face. The orgasm hit and neither of us slacked a bit. Only Fatima's calling to her maker indicated that she was in orgasm and that her soul had been exposed for a few long moments.
"Did you see that flash of light?" She said humourously, then, broke into a full-blown laugh. "My soul!"
Then, "Come on up here you crazy man! Grab my ass! No more playing. Fuck me!"
I scrambled up as her legs lifted and she sought to take possession of my cock. She placed it to her and I pushed into her.
"Mercy!" She said, as her hand retreated and she put her arms around me.
I took the somewhat painful toned comment to refer her post orgasmic tightness. I thought to apologise but didn't.
I kissed her passionately and she did not shy from my lips that were saturated with her womanly fluid, even pushing her tongue into my mouth.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I began to fuck Fatima with a determined rhythm. Not a frantic, lost in lust type rhythm, but a slow, focused, deep penetrating, buttock tightening rhythm. My intent was to be totally aware, feeling my cock pumping into her warm pussy. I had prided myself on my ability to stay focused. I felt something compress the very tip of my cock!
"Are you sure you want this, Fatima?" I asked affectionately.
"Agunna! It is safe, isn't it?" She asked with a bit of concern in her tone.
"Of course!" I assured her. "I just wanted..........
"SShhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cut me off. "I'm an air head! Of course I want it. You've been hiding your soul from me too long already. If you don't come in me, I don't know what I will do!"
Like I, at my age, needed that kind of pressure! But, I was soon inhaling and exhaling audibly through my mouth, my face against her neck. Her pussy was absolutely divine as she matched my rhythm as best she could. I had her locked in tight. I could feel her breasts against my chest.
"I'm not too heavy?" I queried.
"Not at all!" She replied.
On I pumped, now shoving deep into her, my audible in and out breathing fluttering as I neared orgasm.
I pushed deep as my cock jerked, filling Fatima's belly with my warm, sterile semen.
"Yessssssssssss! Baby!" Fatima sighed, then, as I stilled. "You have a loving, sweet soul, Agunna."
I remained inside of her long minutes not wanting it to end. She stroked the back of my neck, seeming content also. But, I soon felt my withered up cock slip out of her.
"Aw, fluey!" She said in her baby talk.
"Hey, give me a couple hours to rest up!" I said humourously.
"You're the one who slept away any chance of that!"
Fatima and I showered together once more, dressed. I then told her about my letter for leave, she was sad but I cheered her up telling her that its only for two weeks. She left before me and I gave her 30 minutes before following suit.
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