I pleasured Mrs. Carson that way for some time. As I worked, she moved around me, scooting her pelvis closer and leaning back to give me better access. Mrs. Carson kept her hand against the back of my head the entire time, holding me in her sweet spot. I felt myself starting to tire out, but I kept at it, unwilling to break even for a second and risk ending our encounter.

"Oh, that's it. Right there," Mrs. Carson's sultry voice came from above me. Unable to resist, I pulled back slightly to look up at her. What I saw will forever be burned into my memory: Mrs. Carson staring...