As always, the characters depicted are over 18.
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As I opened the door I could hear the haunting voice of Sarah Brightman singing 'All I ask of you' from the Phantom Of The Opera. I knew it was going to be a great evening! Erin likes to set the mood with music and candlelight. Sure enough, as I rounded the corner into the living room, there she was, kneeling on the floor wearing nothing but a black, lacy bra encasing her generous young breasts and matching panties, barely hiding her meaty, already damp, pussy She turns her head to look and her face lights up as she sees me smiling down at her.. Erin is 20 years old. I am over 60, but we seem to be quite compatible.. We like the same music, movies, and foods. And other forms of entertainment
Erin is such a joy to have around. She is tall, a tad chubby by American standards (but I like my women to have a little substance!), young, enthusiastic, very pretty, with curly red hair that falls in ringlets about her face. Best of all, she adores me! Almost as much as I adore her! She tells me how good I make her feel, especially when she stands naked in front of me. She can see the love and lust in my eyes as I look her up and down, smiling slightly as my gaze rests upon her breasts, her mons, her face.
I tell her how lovely she looks and she blushes. I love making her blush, watching as her skin flushes, starting at her cheeks, running down her neck, spreading across her freckled chest and shoulders. From there I never know where it goes. My gaze always stops at her nipples. Her luscious nipples! Those pointy little pink buds that stick out from her creamy round breasts, just aching to be sucked.
She is so wise for a young woman, so innocent looking, yet so wicked and wanton. She knows just how to get me to do the things she wants, especially in bed. Just this morning, as I was walking out the door, she bounded up to me, her breasts bobbing, kissed me deeply on the lips, wishing me a good day. Before I could turn to go, she dipped two fingers into her pussy and smeared the fragrant juices onto my upper lip and nose. "Think about me." she said sweetly, "All day!"
And I did! I should have known she was up to something! "And what does my little vixen want?" I asked, dropping my briefcase and stepping up to her, my waist at the level of her head.
"You!" she whispered, unbuckling my belt and fishing my semi-hard cock from inside my pants. She smiled at the sight of the bulbous dusky pink head as it emerged from my trousers.
"What! Don't I get a peck on the cheek and a 'How was your day, dear?'" I teased as she gently pulled on my manhood, stroking it to full hardness.
Teasing me back, she replied, "I don't care how your day was. I'm only concerned with how your night is going to be!" She smiled up at me, then at my cock, leaning in and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on the head. "Did you have a tough day at work, sweety" she said, mockingly at my now fully erect manhood.
Looking back up into my eyes, she tells me to get comfy, have a seat in my leather easy chair, while she pours us some wine.
Having a good idea whats coming next, I doff my shoes, pants and boxers and take a seat. I jump a bit as the coolness of the leather reaches my balls as I sink into the overstuffed chair.