Silently, almost imperceptibly, soft whimpers escaped her mouth. "Jolthar, Jolthar, Jolthar," she repeated over and over again as her desire built up.
"Cleora, Cleora, Cleora," Jolthar teased back each and every time she uttered his name.
For him, too, her age mattered not. She was a wonderful woman – a beautiful woman.
As they moved together, Cleora's passions soon overrode her sense as she lifted herself straight up and started bucking wildly, her breasts bouncing in time to her movements.
Jolthar not only saw her swaying but also got to see her womanhood devour his shaft repeatedly. Cleora did not hide her pleasure as her face started contorting and she moaned rather loudly.
After about ten minutes her moans became a full-fledged yell as her orgasm took hold.
