“Do you want to cum?” he asked in that haunting European accent.
“….Yes…,” Regina wept her reply.
How Anton was going to go about doing it, Regina didn’t have a clue. All she could do was spread her feet wider on the floor and dig her heels into the cheap carpet below as the eager youngster worked his hand all the way inside her pants.
For his part, Anton wasn’t about to sweep Regina off her feet and whisk her over to the bed like a groom would his new bride. He also wasn’t in the mood to drop his own pants and mount her against the wall like some slut in a back alley. For the time being, Anton was content seeing the way she winced and writhed each time his fingers dug deeper inside her. Arching them like grappling hooks inside the married woman’s burning quim until he’d found that ‘oh so special’ sweet spot, Anton incessantly jabbed them upwards until Regina’s knees could barely support her spasming frame.
Kissing and biting at her earlobe before slithering his serpant like tongue down her collarbone and shoulder, Anton pistoned those buried fingers until Regina’s lips parted into a gaping oval.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he hissed repeatedly into the whimpering woman’s ear.
“……YEEEZZZ….. YYEEZZZ…YYEEZZZZZZZ…. OH…SHIT…YEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ,” she seemingly came on cue, digging all 10 of her fingers into the top of Anton’s stocking cap to keep from exploding straight up into the ceiling from the combustive release exploding between her legs.
Anton simply stood beside the older woman and grinned appreciatively, loving how her orgasm gripped every muscle of her body as her womb constricted viciously around his now musky and drenched talons.
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Coming to America had been a sexual revelation for Anton. While he’d enjoyed an active social life back home in Switzerland, and never lacked for attention when he traveled around Europe, he’d even shocked himself by how much poon he’d scored since arriving in the States. Granted his view may have been a bit skewed considering he’d spent the previous few months on a college campus, surrounded by thousands of horny teenage girls with their liberal views and tons of alcohol. But even when Anton ventured out to some of the clubs around Lincoln, there were always plenty of women up for a good time, many of whom even older than Regina.
That’s not to say he sensed the current object of his affection was ‘easy’ by any means. Even Anton knew what was happening in that rundown interstate motel room was more about serendipity than anything tangible. Under normal circumstances, the woman gyrating so franticly beside him would be a faithful Wife and doting Mother, incapable of such a lurid and vile loss of self control, but the young exchange student had found her in that supreme moment of weakness, and with his hormones now raging, he was intent on milking it for all it was worth.
Easing the greasy club of his hand free from the syrupy mire between Regina’s thighs, Anton flicked his thumb across the tip of her buzzing clit a couple of times, just to let her know he was still in firm control. Feeling her flinch and cower as she snuggled for support against him, Anton slowly leaned in and whispered into the married woman’s ear.