I played with it—gripped it hard, squeezed it slightly, smacked her for as long as I could, rammed her against my semi-hard cock.
“That’s nice,” she moans, grasping either side of my head and kissing me. The female anatomy was always a thing of interest to me and I loved to explore it. And while I rarely ever cursed, she did it all the time. While I was 49, she was 24. A sexy thing. I look away and ahead, not daring to think of her this way. I played with it—gripped it hard, squeezed it slightly, smacked her for as long as I could, rammed her against my semi-hard cock.
“That’s nice,” she moans, grasping either side of my head and kissing me. Gasping with surprise as she sees it an lets it go. I stood up and all she could do was lay back, her chest going up and down quickly. I pull out of her. That had caught me by surprise but god, it really is hard for me to ignore the fact that she just said that.
