Her short, panting moans drove him further and further, plunging his shaft into her warm, wet, wonderful depths again and again. As much pleasure as the old man derived from the act, however, his focus was almost entirely upon where crotch met crotch, and the sensation he felt from her.
His method was a sharp arc, his member rubbing thoroughly against her frontal glands, which produced the greatest shivers he could feel through his hips, where her soft, smooth legs rested upon his backside.
Over and over, he thrust up into her, and over and over, she clutched at him ever more tightly, sealing their act within the other's sweat-covered embrace. Over and over, she continued to bounce and jiggle upon his old hips, and over and over, he held her with ease that would've been beyond him in his younger, less rough days. His hands, which held her plump bottom and massaged each voluptuous cheek with carnal need, were proof of his worldly ventures and the trials he'd faced, and they had a great part in his effortless strength at keeping her delectable form aloft.
Truly, she was delicious in all ways, and her sweet flesh drove him nigh to carnal madness, but never did he lose focus on what was truly important, that being the pleasure she felt as he mated with her. With a penis barely above average in size and length, his attention was absolutely required for blissful results.
His pace had originally been slow, but now it was quite quick, and the primal animal within, the one all men seemed to have when mating, demanded to be released, yet he admirably held it at bay, lest it ruin their pleasant evening with its cruel, crazed lust. Still, a part of it needed to be released, and soon, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer within the silky folds of the busty blonde bouncing upon his manhood, so he picked up his pace a little more, focusing everything he had into tipping her over the edge that veered into heaven itself.
"I…can't…last much…longer!" she breathily croaked, her voice a mix between a pleasant moan and raspy agony, begging him for release, much like his own inner beast begged. "I'm…cu…cumming! Cumm…ing! I'm cumming!"
He did not grin or leer at her lewd, lust-filled words that blinded all reason and sanity, nor did he state his own intent, instead putting all awareness into pushing himself into her as deeply as he could manage, feeling the instant he nearly penetrated past her cervix's lips, where he gave the quietest of grunts as he began to ejaculate rope after thick rope of semen at the entrance to her waiting womb, secretly hoping she would be with child after this night, but knowing, deep down, with certainty that she was a woman who took fine care of reproductive health and had precautions set into place for a deed such as his.
His testes ached, and he gritted his teeth in discomfort, partly from his release and partly from the monstrous hold her wonderful thighs had on his hips. He pumped and pumped, feeling her most sacred place overflow with his seed, and then he pumped some more, a side-effect of not having a lay in over a month.
He continued to cradle her soft form within his crude embrace as the two came down, never withdrawing from her warm sheath nor releasing his grip upon her delicate bottom. It was then that he felt a strange sensation upon the side of his neck, as she kissed and licked at him all over his grizzled throat. It wasn't unpleasant in the least, but it was unusual for him, as most mates wanted a good lay and nothing else.
"You were…great," she raspily whispered, the scent of wine on her breath almost intoxicating him further, and without a word, he carried her light form over to the bed, depositing her onto it, with her soft, large breasts to his chiseled, old own. "Not done yet?"
It came out soft and light, a tease and a jest, but within her quiet query there still existed desire and lust, and he wasn't a man who had any inclination to disappoint.
Pushing her legs into the bed, her knees locked side by side with her head, he gave each bottom cheek another firm squeeze, and he began his work anew. He locked eyes with her, momentarily allowing his peripheral vision to focus upon her red lips, wishing to kiss her, but held back, as he knew his whiskers were none too delicate upon such fine features.
He rammed into her over and over with great need, mating with her again, this time a little less gentle and a little more rough, allowing that inner animal a little more room to come out. She didn't protest his more violent pounding, however, and even seemed to enjoy it, her painted toes curling in delight with each hard thrust, and so he quickened his pace and began to deafen the room with the sound of her moans, their fleshing smacking together at the hips, and the bed springs creaking and cracking, bending and coiling with every wet slap of their groins.
Hour after hour went by like that, with him never pulling out, not even once, and her in all sorts of positions except one: atop him and in control. Never once did he allow her to set the pace, and never once did she show any sign of wanting to.
And no matter how long he mated with her, and no matter how insensible and unreasonable the idea seemed, he never once shook the desire of wanting her belly swollen and pregnant with his spawn, nor did that feeling of wanting to kiss her beautiful red lips ever diminish or fade. Not even once.