He loved her mature body, with it’s imperfect fleshy curves.  It was warm and soft to his touch.  He lay there beside her and dragged his fingers over her skin, watching it respond.

This morning he was going to take her from behind and pound her senseless.  He eased her over, grasping her cheeks with his calloused hands, pulling them apart, and rolling them between his fingers before spanking each cheek.

He licked her moist pussy, feeling it swell with need. Then the barrage began; driving deep, he was frenzied and merciless.

This was all about him and his need.