YEARS  ON  ME

                        Having a few years on me, I still want the delicious treat of sexy you. Shedding that cute summer dress, your pretty hair, stunning figure and sparkling eyes amazed me. We had a beautiful lunch naked in my backyard. After a few flirts back and forth, putting the food away, we got comfortable on the blanket making out like maniacs with a passion. Gorgeous breasts with rock hard nipples felt awesome against my chest. Feeling the stiffness between us, with a moan you go down too investigate. The sweet way you took me in, you must have had a fudge-cicle on the way over. Bobbing like you created the craft, every up stroke had incredible suction. After some time of killer brain, I gave your seeping honeypot the tonguing of a lifetime. Lashing, dipping and slurping I forgot it's been a minute for sexy you and your orgasms had a hair trigger. You came like a motherfucker, mind screaming. I kept swirling your clit as you came, whimpering insanely, shuddering heavily then pushing me off. Getting back on the blanket, because your sexy ass grew feet, laid back spreading thick pretty thighs wide. You flash a sweet grin as the main event was near. Pipe still kind of numb from intoxicating brain, maintaining steel. Once the mushroom and a couple inches crossed your threshold, you cried out gripping breasts, closing eyes. Your ride a bike feelings kicked in, putting heals on my ass cheeks forcing the other seven deep inside, moaning like crazy. Long even strokes drenched your honeypot, tossing toned fleshy ass off the blanket. In a good hour we shift into overdrive, battering that honeypot "til all of her body parts rippled from cumming. We adored the connection we made, you having a few years on me.








                Sir Lancelott