Mature female here for sexual expression and titillation. Adults only.
The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we tried to restrain it. ~Giacomo Casanova
She rode me slowly, her hands on my face or in my hair, kissing me. It
was so beautiful. Her inhibitions had dissolved away and she was lost
in the moment. All her doubts had gone. All her anxiety had melted. It was just us, there, then, nothing else mattered.