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shoes, it would be something to remember their time together. He could watch the tape over and over again, relive it and think of her even though she’d be miles away.
    Maggie got down on her knees and began playing with Jon’s balls and cock.
    The camera lens was directed right at her and she hoped Jon would get a hard-on every time he watched the tape. She licked the entire length of his shaft before taking its tip into her mouth.
    Jon groaned and ran his hands over the top of her head. She took him into her mouth inch by inch. Each time she did Jon moaned and murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.
    She knew she’d get turned on hearing his groans each time she played the tape and that would make it even sexier.
    Maggie licked and sucked him, knowing by the way he was moving his feet and rubbing her head that it was arousing him like never before. She sucked harder, taking his entire length deep in her mouth.
    “God, Maggie, you’re going to drive me over the edge tonight.” He was pulsating in her mouth, thrusting ever so gently towards the back of her throat.
    “Maggie…” He sounded almost hoarse now. “Time to decide if you want to swallow or not, I’m close…fuck…really close.”
    She’d sensed that. She gave him one final lick and suck, hoping that would push him over the edge, then gently let his cock slip out of her mouth. Seconds later Jon ejaculated onto her right breast. She took a deep breath. She was getting as much satisfaction out of pleasuring Jon with her mouth as he obviously was. Naughty, but so much fun. Maybe that’s why so many women opted for younger guys. It was like learning to live all over again.
    She looked up at him. His chest had sweat on it. He was tanned and gorgeous. On top of that, she was starring in a movie with him. She glanced into the lens. This moment would be captured forever. No turning back and no regrets.
      She stood.
    “How was that?” she asked.
    “Almost too much for me to take. Sit on the bed and put your feet up on the edge of the bed frame.”
    Maggie had an idea of what was in store for her. She did as he requested, feeling suddenly shy that the camera was focused right between her legs. Jon pushed her legs apart before kneeling down in front of her.
    “Enjoy what’s coming your way,” he said, spreading her labia with his fingers.
    She leant back while Jon licked her clit several times, sending zings of electricity shooting into her pussy. He playfully nipped at her with the very tip of his front teeth and lapped at her like someone enjoying a frozen treat on a stick. The man had a magical tongue. It entered her, taking by surprise. Her head went back and her chin shot up in the air as she groaned.
    The stubble on his chin rubbed against her clit as his tongue plunged in and out of her pussy. He was going deeper than the first time he’d done this to her and she wasn’t sure if she could stand any more. She grabbed the bed sheets and murmured Jon’s name over and over again.
    One last hard plunge was all it took for her to cry out and shake.
    Jon crept up her body while reaching for one of the condoms. “And before you ask, yes, don’t worry. You have a flood pumping from your pussy.”
    He knelt beside her, slipping on the condom before pushing her legs wide apart and entering her. “Did I ever tell you, you’re the sexiest grandma I ever met,” he said, starting to thrust into her.
    “And am I the best one you ever fucked?” Maggie asked.
    “So far, yes.”
    “You plan on having sex with more grandmas?”
    “Don’t think so. If they’re all like you and need to be fucked as often as you do, I’d be a dead man from all the work.”
    She lifted her butt and wrapped her legs around his waist, sending his cock sliding towards the back of her pussy. He lifted her thighs and pulled them higher, allowing her to experience his cock filling her to the max. He thrust like no man she’d known before, his legs slapping into hers and his

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