The next day we started kissing passionately the moment the door closed behind me. I caught a gentle waft of champagne on Eva’s breath. I could feel her total horniness even through my shirt—from her beautiful, firm, sexy nipples. That naughty mom couldn’t wait to repeat the experience from the day before.
I tore off her robe and properly groped her tits and sucked her hard nipples. When it looked like she was about to catch fire, I scooped her up in my arms and, laughing, carried her to the couch.
I laid her on her back and flipped her onto her stomach like the day before. I lifted Eva’s ass and started kissing and licking her from behind. I worked her with my hand with such speed, intensity, and regularity that after a while my whole wrist was wet.
The moment I made her come from behind with my tongue and my hand, I pulled away and in the very next second I was in Eva up to my balls, fucking her like a horny dog.
I think after three minutes I managed to fuck her brains out, and after another two, her soul out of her body. If you could have heard how she moaned and the things she shouted… Such an elegant lady, and she knew swear words that even a ditch-digger wouldn’t be ashamed of.
That intense five-minute session tightened my muscles, and I knew I was going to spray that sexy mom soon.
I stopped fucking her and started jerking off, moved Eva onto the floor. She knelt, mouth open and tongue out, looking up at me pleadingly.
Damn sexy queen of pleasure! Where did she even learn this?
My vision went dark from the orgasmic force jerking and pulsing through me. I sprayed Eva all over her face, into her mouth and onto her breasts, and when I finished, I exhaled like a draft horse. I plopped down heavily onto the couch and wiped the sweat from my eyes.
Eva sweetly and gently licked my cock and balls and then gave me a sexy smile. I wanted to take a picture of her covered in my semen, but I thought better of it. She went to the bathroom and I pulled a gift box out of my backpack.
She came back after a few minutes and straddled me. My cock started to harden right away.
“Is that for me?”
I smiled at her. “For when I’m not around…”
She looked at me curiously, then took the box in her hands and shook it. “It’s going to be something big!”
“I picked the same size as mine,” I said and flexed my cock so she had no doubt what size I meant.
Eva bit her lip. “Is it a dildo?”
“Take a look.”
Eva opened the box and then stared in surprise at the luxury fucking machine inside.
- Gift tip
The well-known Caesar Sex Machine comes in its 4th version! The fucking machine set contains a large number of accessories and aids. The black metal construction hides a powerful engine. 45 - 260 thrusts per minute! Height and angle adjustment.
I just smiled and enjoyed the sight of her dignified face, which a quarter of an hour earlier had been covered in my semen. I could see her imagination running full tilt and I didn’t interrupt her thoughts. I just smiled and enjoyed the sight of her dignified face, which a quarter of an hour earlier had been covered in my semen. I could see her imagination running full tilt and I didn’t interrupt her thoughts.
After a few minutes Eva opened her mouth and said: “So this is instead of—”
“Instead of me, when I can’t,” I finished for her. “And use it to replace your husband, too.”
She slapped my hand and scolded me with a look.
“But I want you!” Eva laughed.
I stood up and pulled on my pants.
“Are you kidding me, Dan? Where do you think you’re going!”
“How should I know,” I laughed, “maybe to someone younger?” I shot back a pretty cheeky tease.
“For that you’re staying here now! You have to!” Eva insisted, holding me by the arm.
I laughed again at her desperate attempt to make me stay and fuck her a few more times. “Maybe tomorrow,” I suggested.
“Maybe?!”
“Look, bitch, if you want me to prioritize you over what I otherwise have to do, you’ll have to make an effort.”
Eva’s mouth fell open and then she just exhaled: “You’re an unbelievably conceited little jerk, you know that?”
I shrugged. “I probably am, but I’ll make you come better than anyone.”
Eva just stayed silent and looked at me like I was the biggest bastard who knows how to do it to her best.
“See?” I smiled. “If you want more sex with me, you’ll complete one task.”
“A task? You think you’re going to give me tasks?”
I nodded. “Give you tasks and fuck you.”
“God!” Eva cried in despair. “I don’t know if I’m not already too old for this…”
I pointed at the box with the fucking machine. “A video. Just for me.”
“No! Under no circumstances,” she said immediately and very firmly.
I looked at her. I could see she was seriously, really seriously pissed off. It was high time to leave, but I still winked at her and told her: “It’s up to you, you high-and-mighty slut—so think it over.”
I think she was breathing fire and lightning was shooting from her eyes, but by then I was gone.
On the drive home, and then later at the bar, I wondered whether this was the end. Losing a woman like Eva would hurt, because you don’t find someone like her on every corner. At the same time, I didn’t let it bother me too much. The barmaid was already making eyes at me, and I’d probably find comfort and distraction with her pretty fast…
…
It was half past seven in the morning when a notification of a new message woke me up. Eva had written me—or rather, I got a link from her—nothing else, no message, just that link.
Eva isn’t stupid…
The video couldn’t be downloaded and could be played only once. Screenshot? Not allowed.
In the video Eva was going at it with the fucking machine, and I enjoyed the sight like the most arrogant, self-centered bastard under the sun.
I got up to the new day feeling like a winner.
The sight of that beautiful, pink pussy being ridden at a steady pace by the fucking machine’s dildo was really something for me! And how Eva moaned and sighed, as if calling me…
I shaved, showered, got myself ready, put on cologne, grabbed a clean shirt, and got in the car. I drove to Eva to give her, as a reward, the most well-fucked Sunday of our lives.
I can say to everyone with a clear conscience that giving a fucking machine as a gift to someone who loves sex and is passionate is one of the best things you can do. Eva did fall for me because of who I am and what I can do, but not only because of that. During the time we were lovers, she repeatedly confided to me that the fucking machine from me was the best gift she’d received since she was eighteen (when her rich daddy bought her a white horse for her birthday). And Eva and I had an affair for a long time, a very long time… in the end, the only thing that lasted longer at fucking her was that gift from me, and that pleases my male ego—just as it pleases me that even today it makes her feel as good as back then!
