The fact that neither one of us got totally undressed seemed to make the romp even hotter.

My hands ran underneath her loose sweatshirt, cupping her breasts. She rolled her hips in response, rocking them in a way that made each stroke long and powerful. When I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples, she arched her back slightly. Letting my hands glide down the sides of her sexy frame, I gripped her butt, squeezing it tight, pressing in against it.

That was then. Now the chemicals are depleted. Lust is gone from her wrinkled face. She is empty.