While Alana, at 26, was 8 years my senior, she had a smaller body and a youthful appearance that made her feel like a peer, and made her fit perfectly in my arms.
I felt her breasts pushed against my back.
Occasionally she would revert to uncontrolled breathing, almost hyperventilating, as she experienced satisfaction so great that she simply couldn't handle it.
Alana moaned and groaned and grunted, indicating the struggle, but also the ecstasy she was feeling as I slipped my thick cock further and further into her body.
And how had I been so lucky that she was willing to accept my lust? She lingered on my lips for the longest time, until I learned to pucker and kiss back.
She pushed harder and harder against my hand and then whined louder and louder, until she shouted our wordlessly, very loud, in a way that I cannot describe.
I stared into the mirror as it began to fog over, the hot water running full in the shower behind me.
The only exceptions were the one-night-stands that I've never seen or talked to again.