Compared to her fevered movements, Justin seemed a calm, sensual god.   She only barely managed to get her dress up to her hips, but he easily and erotically slid her panties from those hips and down her long legs.  He managed in the process to make Sophia twice as excited as she had been.  She trembled when he licked at her thigh, ignoring her pussy for that soft flesh, as so few men would have done.  She watched him with wide needful eyes as he sat up straight and expertly rolled a condom over his cock.  Somewhere deep in her mind she was glad to see him being so careful; Sophia knew that at this point she would never have thought to ask it of him until it was too late.<br/><br/>She gasped as he stretched her leg up in the air.  It was not difficult, women like Sophia spent a good deal of their time in yoga classes, staying limber in a quest for something like youth.  But the way it stretched her wide and exposed her to the cock she felt pressing against her was a wonder.  She looked up watching in pure passion as Justin kissed at her leg.  She trembled.  And then he slid slowly inside her.<br/><br/>"Oh God, that feels good," Sophia called out, rolling her head back.  She wasn't sure what it was - the feel of a different cock than she was used to, his bigger size, or just how impossibly wet and hot he got her pussy before he entered.  Whatever it was, this felt like nothing she'd felt in a good deal of time.  And he'd only just entered.<br/><br/>"Oh My God," she met his first hard thrust with an even bigger exclamation, her eyes going wide open, her hands grasping at his upper arms.  She felt him draw back and knew he would do it again.  And he did.  He slid as easily as silk into her white hot pussy, but with such force he rocked her body on her bed.  It rocked and rocked, like her bed had not rocked in some time, like her body had not rocked in some time.  Sophia clung to his arms, her ankle hooked on his shoulder, and she felt she was clinging to a ride, to a bull.<br/><br/>Her bull.  "Oh Justin, yes, yes, don't stop, that's just right," Sophia urged him on with near constant chatter in between her gasps and heavy breathing.  She was still in her dress, being drilled most wonderfully by this young man.  She felt his wondrous body working over her.  Sophia slid her hands down his back, working his body back and forth.  She dug her fingers into his ass, feeling it flex and pound, flex and pound.  She stroked it, pulling it closer into her.  "Oh that's good, Justin, you're such a good fucker.  Fuck me."