Oma smiled at Max as he opened his door, he was expecting her, and, his smile showed that he was anticipating this visit as much as she was.

"Welcome Oma, you look amazing," he ushered her into his home.

"Thank you, your place is beautiful," she exclaimed in awe of his abode.

Although she didn’t care much for it, she just wanted some dick. This was their first time meeting and she hoped he was good for it.

She could see that he noticed that she did not wear a bra due to her nipples reacting to the cold, AC air.

He swallowed and she bit her lips. She was going to enjoy teasing him.

“Uhm,” he finally spoke, “would you like something to drink?”

"Water please," she uttered and moved to sit on one of his sofas. The skirt she wore draped over her laps exposing them.

Perfect.

He brought a bottle of water, a glass, and a glass of wine for himself.

He drank from his cup and stared at her with an intensity that made her confidence melt. She thought he was shy and gawking over her a minute ago.

"So, how are you?" Oma tried to reduce the silence between them.

Max smiled and took a sip of his wine, "I am fine thank you, how are you?"

"I am good, just doing okay." Her words came out too quickly, his calmness made her nervous. Was something wrong?

He put down his glass on the table beside him and pulled Oma by her thighs over to him.

She gasped at his sudden action, space between them non-existent as they stared at each other's lips.

His left hand started to play lazily on her thighs, drawing circles on it causing her to squirm a little.

"You smell amazing," Max's voice whispered to her.

"Thank you," she whispered back, while her chest rose and fell in response to her hard breaths.

"How are you kissable everywhere?"

He asked but she could not answer because a moan escaped her lips when he bent to kiss her exposed neck.

His warm breath in contrast with the cold air, surprised her.

She had dropped her glass of water on the table, and with her hands lifted his head from torturing her neck to attack his lips.

He moaned into her mouth, she loved it when her men moaned.

His hands edged upwards her skirt to her warm, wet cave.

"Wet already?" She felt him smile against her lips, "good."

With a swift maneuver, her skirt was off, her legs spread, and Max was sat on the floor between them.

"Fuck," was all she could moan under her breath when his lips softly sucked on her clit.

His lips lovingly caressed her like he was kissing it.

His tongue danced softly against her as she struggled to watch because, she needed to keep this memory in her brain, screenshot and save.

He sucked on her clit and maintained eye contact, her wetness plastered all over his mouth and chin.

She needed to taste that.

As she was struggling to watch him eat her plate, he whispered, "touch your boobs for me."

She didn't need to be told twice.

She pulled her boobs out of their cloth confinement as Max replaced his mouth with his fingers.

Eyes still locked, his fingers dancing in her wetness, and her fingers slapping and pulling on her nipples.

Seeing her do that, made him groan, "fuck, so you like it a little rough."

"Yes please," she managed to use her words.

"How about I spank your pussy?"

She could feel herself leak just from this declaration.

"Oh, fuck yes," she didn't recognize her voice anymore, had she ever sounded this horny?

Slap.

Max had to have felt juices leak from her when his hands connected with her pussy.

He did because his smile widened, and his eyes twinkled like he had found a new toy.

He concentrated on her clit and slapped again.

"Fuck, more please," Oma begged him to slap her sopping, wet pussy.

He slapped hard and rubbed her clit sideways watching her writhe under his services.

His dick was throbbing, but he didn't care, he needed to watch her cum. Watching her fed his very soul.

But just as she was about to cum, he stopped.

With shaky breaths, she stared at him, breasts exposed, legs wide and in a puddle of his making.

He kicked off his shorts, sat beside her, and asked her to straddle him.

She moved quickly and sat on his throbbing hardness.

She lowered herself on him and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming with delight.

Her eyelids flickered as she whimpered when his meat filled her up. She couldn't meet his gaze, but he never stopped staring at her.

The wet sound her pussy made, announced her horniness even more.

She began to move her hips to feel more of him, but he spanked her, "I didn't tell you to move Oma."

She froze, shocked, and turned on by his authoritative tone.

His hands went behind her and lovingly held her braids, exposing her sensitive neck, and his glorious tongue attacked it once again.

Fuck. Was he sure he didn't want her to move?

It was torture feeling his dick pulsate inside her and unable to move. She needed to feel him, she moved her hips an inch and he spanked her nipples.

She squealed with joy at this penalty for her sins, this was turning out to be the best fuck of her life.

She felt her wetness drop down to his balls, his throbbing dick still hard inside her.

She wanted to move so badly.

Max kept spanking her nipples and pulling much to her glee, Oma knew this was her punishment for moving when she wasn't supposed to, but it hurt so good.

"You stayed," he whispered against her ears after he had satisfied himself with tasting her neck.

"I am so proud of you," his balls were soaked with her juices, and he loved it.

"Now," he leaned back to behold her beauty, "move."

Her hips moved as if waiting for his command.

Back and forth her hips traveled, exploring every inch and girth of him. His moans were the music her hips danced to.

He bit his bottom lip, one hand behind his head and the other playing with her clit.

He groaned and cussed under his breath, but his eyes rarely left hers.

It was like he wanted to ingrain this moment into her mind forever, he wanted her to lose herself in him, he needed her to.

She placed her hands on his chest to brace him for the onslaught on her waist, the speed of her hips accelerated and so did her wetness.

She wanted him to quench the fire he started in her, to drench him with her juices.

“I’m going to cum Max,” she declared in the throes of passion.

“Aw,” he cooed and moved his fingers over her body, sending shivers through her.

“Cum for me baby.”

Her body surrendered to his. Hands behind her head as her hips moved in the rhythm, she needed to cross this heavenly gate.

The feeling she craved moved from her toes to her legs. Like tiny beautiful electric shocks, they traveled within her.

She collapsed on Max’s body, enjoying the after tremors of their lust.

She felt Max caress her back as if to soothe her, “you know we are not done right?”

She smiled. She was not letting go of him anytime soon.