The silence in the house was deafening, a constant reminder of what was lost. Erika, a beautiful widow, felt a gnawing emptiness that only physical touch could fill. Tonight, she craved something raw, something real. She'd invited him over, a younger man with eyes that promised a release from her grief.
"Are you sure about this, Erika?" he asked, his voice laced with a nervous anticipation. She met his gaze, her eyes smoldering. "I've never been more sure," she whispered, reaching out to trace the line of his jaw. He was nervous, good. She needed that raw energy, that hesitation to shatter her.
The kiss was immediate, hungry. He tasted of smoke and desperation. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, guiding his hands to her breasts. She felt the familiar ache between her legs intensify. "Fuck me," she breathed, her voice thick with lust.
He didn't need to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a toned physique that made her ache even more. Big Dick was an understatement; he was packing serious heat. He pushed her back onto the sofa, his body pressing against hers.
Theblowjobwas frenzied, his mouth a relentless force that drove her wild. She moaned, her body arching as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Then, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips back for an intense fuck. Themissionaryposition didn't last long; she needed something rougher, something more demanding. Theanal teasemade her squirm; it was something she hadn't done in a while.
He listened to her every whimper, every gasp, adjusting his rhythm to drive her insane. Herpussytightened around him, the friction building until she exploded in a series of shuddering orgasms. As her climax subsided, he flipped her over and pounded into her, ahardcore sexmarathon that left them both breathless and completely spent. Afterwards, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence wasn't so deafening anymore. It was a quiet contentment, a temporary solace in the aftermath of passion.
