Barry The Lodger Ch 13

Today I'm not pleased because of Barry did something wrong yesterday...

Barry is in a beautiful, elegant suit with a flower in his pocket and a bow tie, with a gift and a bouquet of red roses in his hands, and I'm in a wide sweatshirt and stretched socks.

- "AAAH!! Mayme, what is this terrible clothes???"

- "That's for cumming into me ahead of time yesterday."

- "I was very tired yesterday... forgive me, please..."

- "That's not an excuse!!!"

- "Oh... and I've been thinking for so long about how I want to have sex with you..."

- "You won't get anything from me, Clayton."

- "if you don't want in a good, so, let's play hard..."

He unbuttoned my sweatshirt and handcuffed me and chained me to the bed and started actively tickling the inside of my hips. I'm trembling with pleasure and getting wet.

"AAAAH!! Barry, you're bad!!!" I said.

He's taking my socks off

"We don't need that..."

He said and began to put on me beautiful, sexy, black translucent stockings with lace.

- "I bought them for you yesterday. How delicious you look in them..."

- "You... you're mean..."

- "Thanks, Mayme."

He's kissing me on the lips.

"I don't want you..."

I said. He's caressing my wet vagina and feeling how much lubrication is flowing out, it's flowing to the inside of my hips...

"You little liar... actually you want me very much..."

He said. He's stroking my head gently, kissing my cheeks gently and looking at me gently... how sweet he is...

"Oh, Barry..."

I'm hugging him passionately and kissing him on the lips. I'm unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, squeezing his breast and sucking his nipple on his second breast at the same time.

"Mmmmm..." he's moaning.

I'm kissing his penis through his pants gently...

"M... mm..." I'm kissing with sounds.

He's unbuttoning his pants and his erect penis is leaning out.

"Aaaah..."

I moaned lustfully looking at his penis. He's going to take off his suit.

- "Don't take it off..." I said.

- "Why do you want me in this suit?" he asked.

- "Because it's beautiful and... it emphasizes your age..." I answered

- "Okay, my sweetie..." he said.

He's still in his beautiful, elegant suit. His jacket and shirt are unbuttoned, I can see his breast and the bow tie is still around his neck. He inserted his penis into me and began to make frictions. Oh... I feel so good when I feel Barry's hard, huge penis inside me... every friction is "there..." every rubbing is "there..." I'm getting wet...

"Aaaaah..." I'm moaning lustfully.

Oh, what sweet, delicious feelings between my legs... mmm...

"Barry... more deeper..."

And he's making more deep penetration...

"Aaah!!" I moaned louder.

I begin to move more actively, rub against his pubis and squeeze his penis with my hips...

"Mmmmmmmm..." he's moaning.

"Oooooh... mm... Barry..." I said with passionate moans.

I'm lifting my buttocks more quickly, and then Barry accelerated his frictions...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! Yeah!! So good!! So gooooood... aaaaaaaaah..." I'm moaning very loudly.

He's trying to think about things that don't arouse him, so as not to cum ahead of time.

He's making frictions for an hour and a half!!!

- "I can't anymore..." he said.

- "Cum into me, darling!!!" I shouted with moans.

And he ejaculated into me and immediately fell asleep. I was so ashamed because of what I expressed to him for yesterday...

Morning. Barry sees a note on the pillow. It says:

"Barry, forgive me. Yesterday, when I saw you fall asleep right after you cummed, I realized that I was in vain angry with you, after all, you're so old... and at that moment I forgave you, though it wasn't your fault... I was selfish... I love your age... I love you for who you are... I love you..."

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My dear readers, since this story is short, I'll supplement it with a note. I would like to say that when good ideas come to my mind, for me it's such a happiness... but, I haven't enough ideas, so I didn't know how to develop this mini-story, so it has almost no plot.

And what I sometimes think about when I write another story... I wonder if Mayme can be called a masochist if she gets aroused when Barry embarrasses her with all sorts of obscene phrases, or when he shoots a video with her secretly, or when he handcuffs her? I would be glad if you, dear readers, would say your opinion about Mayme.

By the way, for me, erotica isn't just sex, it's a strong desire to connect with the dream man. And even if it's without love, this attraction is so strong that for the heroine it's a big dream that makes her cry. But that's my personal opinion. Thank you for reading!