Badger had just fucked me beautifully in the potting shed on his allotment. He was always concerned that it wasn't right for me, that because of his age he may be losing his libido!
"Doesn't look that way to me" I said squeezing the residue from his cock like a toothpaste tube, almost deflated now after that deep long fucking.
"That's the thing about getting old worrying about losing it" Badger continued.
"You are such a worry-guts, now just shut up for a minute and lets see see what I can do..."
I love to oral Badger after his fuck of me, my ass still feeling the swell of him inside, even though he'd finished. I simply loved the delicious feeing; so soothing and lovely and as I bent down to suck him as he leant against the bench, his cock and balls hanging like ripe grapes for the eating, his hand slipped behind my buttocks, fingers finding the place where his cock had just been, he knew just how I liked to be fingered there afterwards, feeling him probe those fingers between - and as I deep sucked his dwindling cock, to make it rise again inside my mouth.
It still tasted as good as it was before he had me, more succulent too, given that he was still oozing cum which I felt over my tongue, tasting the utter sweet saltiness before I swallowed it down.
When we first met it took me some times with him to swallow a full dose - before he has spent it inside my ass that is, but now it came as standard, and to feel a good gushing of his hot spunk spurt like a volcano into my mouth, dribbling down over my chin, he loving to see my tongue working it back into my mouth, groaning and gulping as I massaged his cock and squeezed those ripe balls.
He was rising again, I felt it grow against my busy tongue as I deep sucked his pungent cock.
I took a breather telling him that; "There! Now what was he worryied about?" he had almost as good a hard on as he did before he fucked me.
