"Finally, some action," Lydia mused to herself, her excitement building as she made her way toward the encounter.
She couldn't help but think, 'Younger partners this time, and a girl who enjoys me seeing, pissing myself? This could be quite the fun...ha I can't wait.' The anticipation of what lay ahead was enough to get her in the mood.
Lydia looked down at herself, taking in her aging body and the gray hair on her head. She questioned herself, 'Is this fine? Mixing it up with these young folks? Am I too old for this stuff? What if they're grossed out by my old body?'
Her long, casual dress, though, complemented her mature demeanor and accentuated her figure, a reminder that she still had a certain charm despite her years.
"I mean, I'm already here, so what the heck, right? They've already seen me doing stuff that would make most people run for the hills, so who cares?" Lydia mumbled to herself as she strolled into the hotel and made her way towards the room where Kevin and Keith were bunking. Just as she stepped into the corridor, some rather passionate sounds reached her ears.
"Ah, ahhh..." Her face turned a shade redder as she mumbled, "These youngins sure don't know the meaning of privacy, huh?" She continued her stride toward the door where those unmistakable sounds were emanating from.
Lydia approached the door, getting closer to those unmistakable moans. She stood in front of it, having a brief moment of contemplation before deciding to knock.
*Tap, tap.*
The moaning suddenly stopped, replaced by an enthusiastic voice declaring, "She's here!" Lydia immediately recognized it as Kevin's voice from earlier. Shortly after, another voice joined in, sounding quite surprised. "What are you doing, Kevin? Ahhh, don't lift me like that... it's embarrassing... don't put it in... ahhh... I'm about to... cum don't ahhh..." A series of confusing words followed, leaving Lydia wondering about the mysterious events unfolding behind that closed door.
Lydia walked into the room and was greeted by quite the sight. Kevin was holding Keith in his arms, her eyes rolled back in her head with a somewhat glazed expression. Her legs were tightly clamped together by Kevin's hands, and he had her folded over, facing the ceiling. As he approached, he spread her legs, revealing the explicit act occurring between them: Kevin's penis thrusting in and out of Keith's golden-haired region.
Keith's hand was wrapped around Kevin's neck, and her upper body was tensed, leaning on him as he continued to deliver waves of pleasure. 'Oh, Kevin... ahhh... ahhh,' she moaned, providing Lydia with a glimpse of what might be in store for her in the minutes to hours to come.
Lydia's initial shock at witnessing their passionate encounter was quickly replaced by an unexpected curiosity. She found herself thinking, 'Is this what they call the "flying squirrel" position? I wouldn't mind trying that out too.' However, before she could fully process her thoughts, Keith cried out suddenly, thrusting her hips upward and causing Kevin's penis to slip out of her vagina.
To Lydia's surprise, a jet of blurry liquid shot out, splashing onto her beige dress, intensifying her sense of astonishment and making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Then, with another forceful thrust, Keith squirted once more, splashing some of the liquid onto Lydia's chest.
She couldn't help but glance at the spot where Keith's enthusiastic squirting had left its mark. An intriguing aroma wafted her way, and she turned her gaze back to Keith, who had finally stopped her squirting display, albeit with some close calls.
Lydia's body hadn't quite finished its own performance, though, and her vagina continued to release more fluid. She took a moment to survey her current state: her eyes had rolled back a bit, her mouth was slightly ajar, and her hair was stuck to her skin from the exertion. She was all aglow in the soft light, still trembling from the intense experience.
Her attention then drifted to the centerpiece of this passionate encounter—Kevin's glistening member, which appeared poised like a hungry predator ready to strike.
Kevin snapped out her from her shocked daze. "Hey, what are you doing standing there? Come inside. Or were you hoping for some action right there by the door?" He flashed a sly grin.
Lydia hurriedly entered the room and closed the door behind her, her shock now transitioning into a mix of concern and curiosity. "What were you thinking, Kevin? How could you do something like that right in front of the door? What if it wasn't me who walked in, but someone else?" She looked worried as she watched Kevin gently place the still-trembling Keith on the bed.
Kevin maintained his playful tone as he continued, "Well, it was you, so I guess we're in the clear. Keith's gonna be out of commission for a bit, which leaves us with some quality time. How about you come over here and let's make the most of it and I knock you up like her?" He gently pulled Lydia closer by the arm, guiding her to sit on the bed beside him.
"Now, tell me, Lydia, how would you like to spend this time?" Kevin inquired, a mischievous smirk on his face as his arm wrapped around her waist, and his hand playfully squeezed her soft, plump butt. Lydia felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, finding herself in a man's embrace once again.
Lydia hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit flustered by the situation. "Well, it's been quite a while," she admitted, her cheeks turning slightly pink under Kevin's gaze.
"Quite a while, huh? How much time, to be exact?" Kevin continued to fondle her butt through her clothes, his eyes locked onto her embarrassed expression.
"like 11 or 13 Years? Can't even remember the last time I saw a real dick," she confessed, her gaze fixed on Kevin's rock-hard member.
"Really?" Kevin exclaimed, a surprised look on his face, quickly followed by a mischievous smile. "Well, then, it sounds like you deserve a treat after holding out for so long. How about I help fulfill one of your fantasies?"
"My fantasies? Really? You would?" Lydia asked, genuinely surprised. Kevin's willingness to entertain her peculiar desires caught her off guard, but she was all for it.
As she was about to share her thoughts, Kevin abruptly rose from his seat. His smile took on a mischievous quality, and his grip on her butt tightened, pulling her closer to him. He then remarked with a hint of intrigue in his tone, "Remember when you mentioned you enjoy being forced?"
Lydia's face twisted into an expression of bewilderment as she pondered, 'What's he talking about?'
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