Older Men Younger Women Books の小説・ストーリー

This was more than an orgy,it could get you wet wetin fifteen seconds. Girls like Tess carried their selves naked walking around looking for a guy to come pound them. Guys were smoking, drinking, some of them were underage while others married men. Some girls were playing snooker game at the other section of the house while guys fucked them from behind. A lady was holding the table begging for more. Chants of moan, begging for more fuck and dick filled the air. Married men with rings collected full blow job from girls meant to be their daughters.

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Everywhere I turn, men and women are coupled up, their bodies almost glued to each other. I squint at them, trying to see if anyone looks familiar, but try as I might, there's no one I know. That's when it hits me - the men aren't students. It's clear in the protruding paunch in their stomachs as well as the lines on their faces. These are older men, well above the thirty years of age bracket. The women, who by the way, are skimpily dressed, are younger-looking, more my age, but they're happily curled up in the arms of the men, as if. . .they're love interests. That's when it hits me.

The girls had their own games for both the old and the young, and the boys had theirs—usually revolving around golf, video games, and anything competitive. The older men didn’t like screens, so they preferred golf or football—anything outdoors. The women would whisper and matchmake girls who were “of age” with a friend’s son or a friend’s friend. Some of them would read romance novels out loud, squealing at the sweet parts and gasping dramatically when a twist arrived. They’d end up cooking together, and the boys were welcome to join—but most of the time, they wandered off to sit with the older men, hoping to learn one or two life lessons. It was a great time.

What was she talking about? "I don't know why young men like you have suddenly become so obsessed with f*cking women twice their age. Or even older! Like... we have stacks of movies about young bucks like you fucking these smoking hot older ladies that are old enough to be their mom... or even their grandmother! And you can just tell the guys in the movies are way more excited to be with those women than they are with regular porn stars. And people just love it! It sounds crazy, but that's the shit that flies off the shelves these days. That's why we play them damn near all the time... but I'm not complaining. It pays the bills. And besides... with those playing for me every day, even an old

Nine" I answer lowly. Yeah I’m 28 years old and my husband Anthony is 37 Most people doesn’t deem our age gap proper but I’d to marry him. It was the least I could do... “Like I said it's not the same" "Because we are women? It's okay for older men to like younger girls, some of them even like minors! But when an older woman likes a legal younger man, that likes her back!" The emphasis in that sentence is obvious "It's suddenly the world's biggest taboo" "That's not what I meant" I clarify "And do tell, what do you mean, please? You know, for someone who claims to be a devout feminist you don't sound like one right now" I roll my eyes at her "You're blowing this whole thing out of proportio

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

Aloysius' face darkened. Did Rowley just mock him for being old and imply he was impotent? His expression grew so stormy that he practically grimaced, countering, "What, am I that old?" Rowley pointed out, "Statistics show that men tend to go on a downward spiral after 25 years old, and at 30 and older, they start losing interest in women altogether. Mr. Hoffman, I believe you're at the age where your hobbies range from fishing to collecting antiques, yes?"

all very pornographic. "Wow!" Dawn said as she scanned over the dozen older-woman-younger-guy photos that filled the screen. There were images of mature women getting fucked by their "sons" in bed; on a couch; on the floor; on a kitchen counter; and in a shower. The"mothers" took the stiff young cocks lying down with their legs straight up; on their knees from behind; pressed against a wall; and bent over a living room chair.