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You don't know when you decided it was time.

Whether it was Joan being gone all day, coming home to immediately make you dinner, having her hand on your thigh the entire time you ate, or the way she had fully allowed you to crawl atop her lap the second she sat on the couch without a second glance.

Or maybe it was just the way her hands were at home on your hips, thumbs making small patterns as you nuzzled into the warmth of her neck.

You had missed her all day. Her busy schedule leaves her away from home for longer than you would want. And you needed her. In more ways than one. Yet one truly stood out.

Joan of course noticed your clinginess throughout the evening. She always noticed things you did. However she didn't question it... at least not until your mouth started littering her neck with small, warm kisses.

"Darling, what's gotten into you tonight?" She asked, yet tilting her head farther to the side to allow you more access. "Not that I'm complaining of course.. this is just.. new.."

"Missed you..." you mumbled into the nape of her neck. "Need you..." you continued your path up her neck to pepper kisses along her sharp jawline.

Joan let out a deep chuckle, clearly amused at your newfound clinginess. Finding it absolutely adorable yet invigorating all at the same time. Her hands gripped at your hips tighter when your teeth scraped against her before you latched onto her pulse point.

"Are you sure about this? We haven't discussed this yet..." She couldn't help but sigh when she felt your legs tighten around her and your fingers tug at her oversized t-shirt.

"Very sure... Joan please..." you nearly whined into her ear. "Need you so bad.. please..." The older woman merely smirked at the neediness and tenderness in your voice. "Lay back," you murmured into her ear.

"Darling, let's at least take this to bed." Her grip on your hips tightened. Knowing she was going to pick you up, your own hands swatted hers away before your mouth hovered just over hers.

"No," you bit your bottom lip. "Need you here. Now. Lay back so I can take care of you." Joan was taken back by your sudden confidence, not used to somebody so firm on pleasing her.

She was used to topping. Used to putting all the work in. Doing everything herself while the other just took it. And something in her snapped at your words. Words so eager to please.

Joan was also taller than you. Older than you. Bigger than you. More of a dominating personality. Yet the mere image of you in her head settling on top of her was more than enough for her to groan.

So she listened. Lying herself back against the couch cushions, keeping her hold strong against you to keep you on top of her while she moved.

"Okay then," she smirked. "Be a good girl and show me what you can do." Joan had to hold back a sigh when you oh so eagerly nearly ripped her shirt off her body, leaving her only left in her panties.

You were stronger than you looked. After all, you were more on the petite end. And something about Joan seeing your little muscles flex while you moved, your precious little body hovering over her own, had her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head.

She didn't think she'd be so into it. Yet here she was, letting you take complete control over her. Something nobody ever had the chance to do.

Lips collided when you couldn't wait any longer, your smaller ones being engulfed by her more fuller lips. You sighed into the kiss, tongue swiping before forcing its way into her mouth.

Your hands quickly fell to her chest, squeezing her large and full breasts that were much too big to fit into your smaller hands completely. You kneaded at the soft flesh before swiping and pinching at her hardened nipples.

Joan let out a quiet moan, completely muffled into the kiss as you worked your way around her chest. You were warming her up, taking a mental note of her reactions.

And while one hand stayed up, the other slid down her stomach to dip into her underwear to cup her heated center. She was soaked, instantly covering your palm with her arousal.

"Fuck, you're so wet..." you murmured. "Need to be inside you, make you feel good." Fingers quickly circled her clit, finding it puffy and ready for your touch.

Joan let out a low moan, finding the whole situation highly invigorating. She was more turned on than she ever had been before.

"Then put those pretty little fingers to work, baby," she sighed, lifting her hips to allow you to take off the last bit of clothing covering her body. She was now naked, wet, and at your complete mercy. All of her trust was in you, and she was excited to see what all you would do to her.

Without hesitation, your fingers instantly flew back to her dripping core. Your smaller body barely covered hers while you straddled her, attempting to hold her down. Your weight felt like nothing compared to hers. It was the hottest feeling.

Lips reunited while you circled Joan's clit before wasting no time to slide two of your slim fingers inside of her. Joan let out a small hum of approval at the intrusion.

"That's it... show me what you can do," Joan cooed. Your mouth fell to her chest, lips connected to her milky skin in a multitude of kisses before giving the top of her breast a harsh suck.

That was only the start of it. Once you saw the first purple mark appear across her milky skin, had you going back for more. Every inch of her tit was given attention, your mouth moving its way around with ease.

Her large breast gave you much needed room to mark her yours. Your fingers sped up as you went along, your palm brushing against her clit each time you pushed back in.

Moans grew and praises fell past her lips as you grew more confident, pulling a pert nipple into your mouth and giving it a harsh suck. She was long gone, in pure and complete bliss while you did your way with her.

The lewd, wet noises that left her pussy were the most sinful thing you ever heard. You knew she would be wet, but she was absolutely dripping, completely soaking your hand.

Joan didn't have time to warn you of her orgasm, as it came crashing over her in a mere instant, legs spasming underneath you, and strong, muscular thighs threatening to close around your hand.

Your name fell past her lips in a mantra as teeth grazed her nipple before letting it go to allow yourself to kiss your way down her sternum. Eyes fell to her chest as you went down, admiring the dark marks left scattered across her skin, now more prominent than before.

"Need to taste you, Joan... please.. have to," you murmured as your mouth moved lower and lower down the long expanse of her stomach.

"Don't need to ask, darling..." she sighed, fingers tangling deeply into your hair. "Just fucking do it already—" Her own sharp words were cut short when your hot mouth attached to her clit, giving it a sharp suck.

"Good girl..." she mumbled, head falling back against the couch cushions. Joan gazed down at you nuzzled between her legs, your small head drowning between her thick thighs. Your hands were roughly holding her inner thighs down, but Joan had to hold back a smirk knowing she could easily close them and crush you so easily with how much stronger she was than you.

She tasted bittersweet. Completely addicting. The first swipe of your tongue along her dripping slit had you going feral. You were like a starving animal, devouring your latest meal like your life depended on it. You were rough yet controlled, somehow knowing your way perfectly around her pussy, knowing exactly what she liked and needed.

Joan pulled at your hair, and your free hand flew up her chest to grab at her other breast that you hadn't marked before. It needed attention. Your hand squeezing and kneading firmly while simultaneously giving her nipple attention.

You moaned at the intensity of it all. Completely lost in eating her out. Licking and flicking your tongue wherever you pleased. Taking note of when her grip in your hair tightened, when her thighs squeezed harder against your head, or when those sinful moans grew when your tongue circled her clit.

The moan caused Joan to twitch, the extra vibration sending her spiraling almost immediately all too soon. You came up for air, but didn't stay that way for long before you spat down onto her pussy. Joan watched in awe as a string of spit connected the two of you.

Meanwhile you watched as your spit nearly disappeared into her needy hole. It mixed all too well with her arousal... And you dove back in with a newfound craving.

"Fucking christ..." Joan mumbled, chest rising and falling rapidly. "S-so good, baby. You gonna taste my come? Hmm?" Her mouth fell agape when you nodded, feeling the coil inside of her tighten at your eagerness to taste more of her.

You doubled down on your efforts, jaw growing tired with every passing second. You went harder, sloppier, needier with pleasuring her. Joan's nails scratched at your scalp as another groan left her.

You could feel her shaking, hips beginning to buck against your face. She was chasing her high all over again, only pushing you harder. You slurped her pussy, letting her juices coat your mouth and chin before giving her clit another suck.

Joan came quickly, and hard. She had tensed, holding you by your head to prevent you from moving, keeping your tongue on her until you tasted her salty release.

You moaned at the taste, eyes gazing up at Joan as you swallowed her release. The older woman bit down on her lower lip, using your tongue to ride herself out.

Her body was pricking with sweat, breath heavy, and eyes completely glazed over as they looked down at you with a newfound sparkle. "Oh, baby..." she murmured, pulling you up by your hair. "Such a good girl for me, making me feel so good, c'mere."

You eagerly crawled back up her large body, barely able to straddle her as she pulled you into a heated, messy, filthy kiss. She groaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, arms completely engulfing your petite body as she held you close.

"How about you crawl up higher and let me take care of you, hmm?" She teased, large hands easily grabbing a handful of your ass as she urged you higher with complete ease after you quickly nodded your head.

She needed to taste your juices mixed with hers along her own tongue. The thought itself had her dripping down onto the couch. And if there was anything to know about Joan, she always got what she wanted.

And she would do whatever it takes to keep it.