Out of a perfectly torn hole in his boxers, stood Mike's hard, heavy cock.
"That reminds me, I gotta clean off my arm." Mike lapped Mo's juice off his forearm, teasingly shaking his dick in front of Mo.
"It just couldn't wait, could it?", asked Mo.
"No", Mike heaved. "It wants to be in you, right NOW-"
With his junk abruptly shoved into Mo's loosened, tired pussy, she responded with a shout-moan, as Mike did suit with a shuddering groan, as he felt her genital flesh clamping onto his manhood. He steadily pulled out. Mo shuddered and spewed hot juices from her privates. Mo took in ever detail of his member, covered in her glistening secretions. She licked the lemon juice of hers off.
"Mo. That. Feels. Amazing. I'm getting there, but I need help."
After she licked every last drop off of his dick, Mo did something she hasn't done yet: stroke Mike. Mo put her palm on the veiny shaft, making Mike's head spin.
Mike (in-between strokes): "Yes! Yes! Yes, Mo, Yes!"
Mo was just getting started on showing Mike what she could do with his stick. She wrapped her red, plump lips around the head, softly suckling. Once Mike was used to that, she took Mike's cock down into her throat, stimulating her gag reflex, while Mike fondled with her tits in a circular motion.
Their sexual desires/fantasies for each other were growing more stronger and true, and did they know it! But enough talk. More action!
"*Whew!* Mo, I'm gonna-"
Mo rapidly stuffed the dick into her vag once more, for she knew this was it, which meant to make it happen where it counts.
"Gonna...Uh..."
"Say it Mike, tell me, you're gonna BLOW!"
"D-D-D-D", he stammered.
"DO YA HAVE IT?!"
Mike Climaxed,like never before.
"GUTS!", Mo shouted, as if her very life depended on it. Her cunt couldn't hold in all the cream that Mike shot in. Out flowed a torrent of her cum onto Mike's now softening rod. He noticed.
"Wow. If you needed it that much, you should've told me sooner!"
Nearly slipping in their mess, Mike put on his clothes and Mo put hers back on. Mike tucked his dick in the boxers, being that there was still the thought of the rip. Mo took the liberty of lapping up a puddle of their secretions off the Crag's peak.
They could not believe it. They made love after so many years of just urging to, and on top of the AGGRO FUCKIN' CRAG, no less.
Could this day get any better?
No. After that, no it cannot. ;)
