Wow, what a selfless act, truly caring for a dying old man!
How was the sex? What positions did you use? What, if anything, were you wearing? Did he have a big cock? Did he ejaculate in your pussy, in your mouth, or on your body?
In that situation I would love for a young girl wearing a miniskirt and no panties to just sit down on my dick. You could face me so I could play with your still-growing tits, or face away from me so I could cup your cute little ass in my hands as you slide up and down on my cock.
I'd want you to take a break and kiss me. We'd have to get creative if I had oxygen or something, but we'd find a way.
Maybe you'd tell me that you love me, even if it is isn't true. Or that you have a thing for men who are old enough to be your grandfather. Come to think of it, maybe you'd call me "Granddaddy".
After that warm kissing and loving you'd hop back on my cock. I would warn you that you were about to make me cum. I'd hold your hips with all my remaining force to discourage you from pulling off. In life, I always came inside my women, and together we faced the consequences later.
Sex with a fine young girl such as you would motivate me to stay alive another month or two. I could close my eyes happily the day you came to me and showed me the yellow stick with two lines, not one. I could finally rest, knowing my line would continue.
I prefer old men for my gay encounters. It’s like I’m doing senior volunteer work.
