Chase's red curls dangled.
There was no other way to describe them at this point.
Her legs were above, locked around her lover's neck as his tongue searched for gold between them.
It felt wonderful and warm as his tongue darted in, out, and around her pussy; but the blood rushing to her head made it awkward.
And what the fuck was his name, again?
Not like it was the first time she had been dangled, eyes-to-cock, by a lover, but that had been a twenty-something, likely stoned, and that particular lover had been a pro-wrestler paying her by the hour.
This time, her lover was twenty-something and had an impressive muscled body. However, she was over fifty and not quite sure her body would hold out through this.
She put a hand on his right knee, below her head, hoping it would bring her some sort of balance.
It did not.
Chase turned her head, and her lips inadvertently came in contact with the tip of his erection.
What's-his-name groaned on feeling it.
It had been unintentional in the moment. Being upside down, she was keeping her eyes closed in the hopes of evading any potential panic. However, What's-his-name's reaction caused her to pucker up and kiss it.
A flash of light to her right seemed odd, considering it was snowing heavily outside.
Lightning and snow rarely went together.
Opening her mouth slightly, Chase's tongue escaped to flicked at the tip of the cock.
What's-his-name groaned again, happily, and dug his tongue into her deeper. His tongue was warm, very wet, and curious. Being clean-shaven, the smooth feeling of his chin against her inner thighs was odd.
These days, being clean-shaven was not so common.
Opening her mouth wider, she sucked his cock length in as far as she could.
Another flash of light.
Rhythm took over in her oral activity. Her curls now swayed against his calves, hitting them like tiny whips. Her legs tightened around his neck and head. She would not orgasm like this but would quickly once he set her down safely again.
What's-his-name, however, had no problem.
Though she loved the tart taste, his climax was too much to keep in her mouth, and a dribble crept out and rolled up her cheek towards her hair.
Another flash.
Her lover shifted and slowly sat back on the couch behind him.
With the pressure of hanging reduced, she released him from the death-clutch of her legs, and he assisted her in getting back upright.
The cum line decided it didn't want into her hair anyway and began returning down her cheek towards her chin, leaving a V-shape in its wake.
Alex, Chase's husband, sighed and sat back in the armchair across from them. The large camera dangled from the strap around his neck. "Very cool. Thank you, Drew."
DREW! Chase mentally smacked her forehead.
Shifting from behind her, Drew stood and reached for his clothes. "I enjoyed this."
"You're not going anywhere," Chase declared.
Both men froze and looked at her.
"First off, snow." Her eyes directed both of them to look out the window at the ongoing blizzard.
"That's true," Drew nodded. "There's your global warming."
Alex squinted at him.
Drew shrugged. "Weird weather. They said this could be the biggest snowfall we've seen in more than two decades."
You mean since before you were born, Chase thought.
Alex nodded and returned to the view out the front window. After a moment, he turned back to Chase. "And second?"
"What?" she asked.
"You said the snow was the first reason. What's the second."
"Oh." She formed a sly grin. "I want to wake up and fuck both of you in the morning."
Alex looked up at Drew.
Drew could not keep a giant smile from appearing.
"Right, then." Alex rose to his feet and grabbed his cane. "I approve this plan."
Chase laughed.
Alex began
to limp from the room. "Follow me to the bedroom. Sleep first. I know the way." He disappeared from the room.
Drew looked at Chase and raised an eyebrow.
"What can I say? The man likes his rest. He'll be a beast in the morning that you'll have trouble keeping up with, though."
"Can I suck him off after he fucks you?"
She grinned. "That is something I'd enjoy watching."