Fuck me harder

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In the heart of New Orleans, during the sultry summer months, Amelia, a voluptuous, mature woman in her late forties with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, owned a small, intimate jazz bar called "The Crimson Note." Her curves were legendary, and her laughter was as infectious as her passion for music. One evening, a new face walked into her bar�??Elijah, a tall, dark-skinned man with intense, soulful eyes and a lean, muscular build. He was a traveling musician, recently arrived in the city, seeking inspiration and perhaps a little distraction.

Elijah's gaze swept over the room, landing on Amelia behind the bar. She noticed him, too, and their eyes locked. The air between them seemed to shimmer with unspoken desire. He approached the bar, his stride confident and unhurried.

"What can I get you tonight?" Amelia asked, her voice a low, sultry purr.

"Something strong and smooth," he replied, his voice equally seductive. "And perhaps some company. I'm new in town, and the loneliness is getting to me."

Amelia smiled, pouring him a glass of her finest bourbon. "Well, welcome to New Orleans. I'm Amelia, and this is my bar. I'm always here if you need company."

Over the next few weeks, Elijah became a regular at "The Crimson Note." Each night, their conversations grew deeper, their laughter more intimate. Amelia found herself looking forward to his visits, her heart pulsing with anticipation. One night, after the last customer had left, Elijah pulled out his guitar and began to play a slow, soulful melody. Amelia listened, captivated, as he sang about love and longing.

As the final notes faded away, Elijah looked at her, his eyes burning with intensity. "You know, Amelia," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've been thinking about you. A lot."

Amelia felt a shiver run down her spine. "Have you?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

Elijah nodded, setting the guitar aside. He stood up, walked around the bar, and took her hand. "I think it's time we did something about it," he whispered, pulling her closer.

Their first kiss was a explosion of passion. Amelia's lips parted under his, and their tongues danced together. Elijah's hands roamed over her curves, tracing the outline of her breasts, her hips, her ass. Amelia moaned softly, pressing herself against him. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and it sent waves of heat through her body.

Elijah's hands slipped under her blouse, unhooking her bra with ease. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and aching. Amelia gasped, arching her back to push herself further into his touch.

"You're so beautiful," Elijah murmured, his voice thick with desire. He kissed her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. Amelia trembled, her hands fumbling with his belt. She needed to feel him, to taste him.

She pushed him down onto a bar stool, kneeling between his legs. Elijah watched her, his eyes dark with lust as she unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It was hard and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Amelia leaned forward, licking the tip gently. Elijah groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, Amelia," he breathed, his hips bucking slightly as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper. Elijah's moans filled the room, and Amelia felt a sense of power and desire wash over her.

She released him with a pop, looking up at him with a wicked smile. "I want you," she whispered.

Elijah stood up, lifting Amelia onto the bar. He kissed her again, his hands exploring her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Amelia could feel his cock pressing against her pussy, and she moaned, grinding against him.

Elijah gripped her hips, lifting her slightly before lowering her onto his cock. Amelia gasped as he filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both desperate and languid.

"Yes, yes," Amelia moaned, her nails digging into Elijah's back. "Fuck me, Elijah. Harder."

Elijah obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Amelia's moans filled the room, her body trembling with each stroke. The bar stool creaked under their combined weight, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the empty bar.

Amelia's orgasm hit her like a freight train. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Elijah groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside her.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Elijah kissed her gently, his hands stroking her hair. "That was incredible," he whispered.

Amelia smiled, her eyes half-closed with satisfaction. "It was," she agreed. "But I think we've only just begun."

Over the next few nights, they explored each other's bodies with a passionate intensity. They made love on the bar, in the back office, even in the alley behind the bar under the starlit sky. Each time was different, each time more intense than the last.

One night, Amelia suggested something new. "I want to try something," she said, her voice husky. "I want you to take me from behind."

Elijah's eyes darkened with desire. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, his voice a low growl.

Amelia bent over the bar, her ass in the air. Elijah stood behind her, his hands running over her curves. He slipped a finger into her pussy, testing her readiness. Amelia moaned, pushing back against his hand.

He replaced his finger with his cock, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Amelia gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar. Elijah began to move, his thrusts long and deep. Amelia could feel every inch of him, could feel the pleasure building inside her.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder, Elijah."

Elijah obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, accompanied by Amelia's moans and Elijah's grunts. It was raw, it was primal, and it was everything Amelia had ever wanted.

Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, their moans and gasps filling the air. Amelia could feel her orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling inside her. She pushed back against Elijah, meeting each of his thrusts with her own.

"Yes, yes," she cried out, her body trembling. "Oh, Elijah, I'm going to come."

Elijah groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. Amelia cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged.

In the following days, their passion only grew stronger. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, every fantasy, every desire. Amelia found herself falling for Elijah, her heart aching with a love she hadn't felt in years.

One day, Elijah pulled her into a tight embrace. "I have to leave soon," he said, his voice soft. "But I want you to know, Amelia, that this has meant more to me than you'll ever know."

Amelia's heart ached, but she smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know," she whispered. "And I'll be here, waiting for you. Whenever you're ready to come back."

And so, their story continued, a passionate love affair between a mature, voluptuous woman and a traveling musician. Their love was intense, their passion unquenchable, and their story a testament to the power of desire and the beauty of love.

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