You Are My Sunshine But I'm Your Storm💔

If only he would tell me to do this 😩

Like this if you want me balls deep inside you calling you my good pretty slut & talking nasty in your ear while you keep cockwarming me

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Army style by pinkflowers2003 featuring camouflage pants

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Walk in the Park by baby-ash featuring Kate Spade

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Her type. The group of girls giggle and talk about what they like. “Oof, tall guys make me melt.” Says one, twirling her hair. “I love a woman with piercings.” Says another dreamily. “Blue eyes. Send help.” Says the third, kicking her feet. “What about you?” The group asks. The shy girl stares out the window, avoiding the question. “I… uh… I… don’t have a type?” Her friends roll their eyes.

The bouncer checks her license thoroughly. She’s used to it. He hands it back suspiciously. “Okay, go ahead.” The group takes over a booth in the busy bar. A few rounds of drinks as they laugh and tell stories. As the designated driver, she sips on her soda. Her eyes scan the crowd, barely paying attention to the anecdotes.

She makes a solo trip to the bar to refill her glass. Standing in line, the man behind her strikes up a conversation. “Hello, can I buy you a drink?” Primed to refuse, the girl turns to look at him and freezes. “eep!” She squeaks. The man is at least two decades older than her, fit and well dressed. Inches away in the crowded space, she babbles incoherently.

“…is that a yes…?” His tone is gentle and calm. The girl awkwardly points at her empty glass. “…uh, soda… just…” She trails off. “Okay, even better.” The man chuckles as they approach the bar. He orders for her, collecting two beverages. Handing her the free drink, the older man tries to carry on their conversation. At a loss for words, she laughs at everything he says. Her eyes keep darting to her friends, terrified they might interrupt.

“I don’t want to keep you too long…” The man reads her nervous disposition. “…can I give you my number?” Her jaw drops. “I… would that be inappropriate…?” Pangs of fear as her friend makes eye contact with her from across the room. Only seconds to make her decision. “Yes! Here, take it…” She snatches his phone from his hands and types in her phone number. A hasty check to make sure she put it in correctly, and she scurries back to her table.

“Ohmygod, was that old guy hitting on you?” One of her friends asks. “Ew, He’s like forty at least.” The girl leaps to his defence. “No! He was just being nice! We were just chatting in line.” The group doesn’t believe it. “I bet he was trying to fuck you. You’re like half his age, what a creep.” She takes an awkward sip of her soda. “…you really think so…?”

The night gets sloppy. She herds her friends into the tiny car and makes sure they all get home safe. At the first stop, one of the drunk girls loses her keys in the cushions and takes forever to fish them out. The girl checks her phone. A text from him. Nice meeting you tonight. Her heart jumps. I hope I didn’t make you too nervous. She hides her screen as she types her reply. Not at all! I thought you were really kind.

“Who’re you texting?” One of the passengers slurs. “Just an email.” She lies. Are you home? Almost, just dropping off my friends. The keys are found. Will you tell me when you are? Yes! Thanks for checking in <3. Another stop, another friend deposited. The girl checks her phone compulsively. Finally, her car is empty. She parks at her house and goes inside.

Home safe! She stares at her screen until he replies. Glad to hear it. She chews on her lip. A quick decision. She taps her reply and tosses the phone on her bed as if it bit her. The girl paces around her room. When it buzzes, the girl pounces on it. Below her home address is his response. You’re pretty close. I can be there in fifteen minutes. She giggles to herself. Great~ see you soon <3

He knocks at her door. She cracks it and peers past him as if her friends would be waiting on the street, judging her. “Uhm, hi.” An awkward greeting. “Hello, miss.” A confident greeting. The girl lets him in. Panic fills her body as he gives her a gentle hug. “I… uhm, I don’t usually do this… I just, uh…”

The older man closes the door behind himself. Turning back, the girl is on her knees. Panic, shame, and embarrassment fill her eyes as she undoes his belt. Irrationally terrified that he’ll run away, or someone will walk in and make fun of their age gap, the girl seizes her opportunity. Wrapping her lips around his soft cock, she starts to suck.

Compared to a younger man, it takes him a minute or two more to get hard. She gets to enjoy feeling him grow in her mouth for a bit longer. His fingers stroke her cheek as she gives him head in the entrance of her home. I hope he likes it. His cock twitches when her tongue runs underneath his shaft. “Ah – good little girl…” She gets wet like a good little girl does.

“Let’s get comfortable.” The man suggests. They strip each other as they work their way through the house. In the kitchen, he pulls down her soaked panties and buries his face between her thighs. “Oh gawsh… you… do that…?” A muffled chuckle as he licks her cunt. “Of course, sweetheart. Your pussy tastes amazing.” He fingers her as she squirms. “I love that, thank you…”

The girl’s stomach drops when he sees her room. Pink and girly and covered in stuffies. “I think it’s cute…” She tries to justify her décor. “I think it’s very cute, too.” He holds her hand, walking the girl to the bed. “You don’t think it’s dumb…?” She spreads her legs, looking for his approval. “You’re a young lady, there’s nothing wrong with having a cute bedroom.” The girl shudders as he licks her pussy again.

“Is this okay?” Naked in her pink sheets, he rubs his cock against her wet hole. She panics. “What, do you mean because I’m too young for you?” The older man kisses her forehead. “I meant the way I’m touching you.” The head of his dick makes circles around her clit. She whimpers, embarrassed again. “…yeah, sorry…” He runs his fingers through her hair.

“Nothing wrong with fucking an older guy, sweetie…” The girl stares up into the faint laugh lines around his eyes. “…just a little hookup…” Her face lights up in a bright smile. “Yeah… You’re right...” She reaches down and touches his cock. “…Just a little hookup…” Guiding him inside her, they feel each other’s warmth. “Oh, yes. God, you’re tight.”

The girl giggles, then gasps as he thrusts inside her. “Mmhm! Tight and wet for you, mister…” Her hands press against his muscled chest. “Might have to be a little rough with me to make it fit.” She bites her lip, still shy. The girl shudders when he growls and forces his cock all the way inside. “Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll make it work.” A shared moan. Kiddo. She presses her lips into his.

He’s strong and firm and cautious and powerful. The experienced man keeps a steady pace, letting her enjoy every thrust. He takes breaks to lick her pussy. He rubs her clit and hugs her close. When he needs her to move, she feels him gently lift her and set her down in just the right spot. The man spanks her with just enough force to make it sting. He chokes her with just enough pressure to make her cum.

She’s soft and pliable and sweet and sexy. The young lady is encouraging and brave, begging and asking for more. She sucks his cock and drools spit onto her pussy. The girl takes his hands and puts them everywhere. Full of youthful energy, she’ll ride his cock for as long as it takes. She lets him use her like a sex toy until he cums inside.

A text from her friend in the morning. Did I forget my jacket at yours? She responds instantaneously. No. I’ll look for it later. I’m busy, don’t come over. The older man laughs at her brash response, reading over her shoulder. They sit in front of her mirror, the girl in his lap, his cock in her pussy. He finishes putting in her pigtails as she grinds on his dick.

“There you go, princess.” The braids start to bounce as her hips drop against his. “Ah! Thank you, daddy… do I look pretty?” He admires the naked girl’s reflection. “You look perfect.” She grins shamelessly, increasing her pace. Worn hands stroke her back. “…Will you hold onto them while you fuck me, daddy…?”

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