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he murmured. Heat shot through me at the command. I obeyed. The woman crawled forward, her body arching like a feline in heat. She caught my wrist, guiding my hand to the older man’s thigh, his expensive trousers the only thing between me and the hard length straining against the fabric. “Slow,” she whispered. “He likes to watch before he takes.” Her other hand moved to the man beside her, wrapping around him in a smooth, sure grip that made his head tip back, a soft groan spilling from his lips.

The old man watched, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed, still kneeling with his cock out. Jonathan shoved my knees apart and buried two fingers inside me. He curled them, searching, and found my G-spot. I gasped, cunt clamping down around him, and he smirked—a cold, beautiful thing. The old man scrambled onto the couch, desperate to be part of it. He fumbled his way onto the cushion, half-crawling, his erection bobbing as he stroked himself. “Both of you,” I breathed, delirious. “Now.”

“You think your pussy can take more tonight?” “Only one way to find out.” He laughs and kisses me again. “God, you really are perfect. Okay, beautiful, let’s go home. I’ll fuck you as many times as you want, in any way that you want.” I smile and hold him tighter, happier than I’ve ever been, knowing I’ll get to spend the rest of my life with my sexy, older man.

The man does not look his age at all and he appears to be only fifty. Fatima smashed her lips on his, and started moving her hips. "Oh, you feel so good underneath me, Mr. Dickinson." She moaned, throwing her head back and grinding against him. Robert did not hold back anymore and buried his face on her neck, licking a trail of saliva over her neck to her collarbone and to her breasts. "You smell so good, darling." The old man groaned, moving his hips upwards. His hand groped her perky breast while his other hand guided her waist.

There was a woman on her knees in a very familiar skirt, while the man rammed his cock between her lips, throwing his head back. "No. No way," I whispered, turning off the video then turning it back on. That was us! Someone had recorded us. The comments section was already flooded. "Body language screams affair lol. He's definitely older than she is!” "The way he's gripping her though... Damn," "This is so hot I don't even care who they are" Even though our faces weren't visible, all anyone had to do was look closely enough at the details, at the location, at the time stamp and-

“We both like cock. We both love watching the other take it. Threesomes get us off hard—kinky shit too if everyone's down. You look like you could keep up.” He exhaled, eyes flicking to the trail—joggers passing, no one close enough to hear. His shorts tented slightly—cock thickening under the fabric. “This is wild. You two are young—twenty-five?” “Yep,” I said. “You?” “Thirty-nine.” Small smirk. “Old enough to know when something's too good to be true.”

He started with Caroline by kissing and then penetrated into her Virginia going in and out for some minutes while I played with Caroline's boobs as he does. He ejaculated and landed on the bed, rested for some minutes before coming for me as well. We did for some minutes before he finally collapsed on the bed gasping for breath. “ I had a very great time with you guys and I am so happy right now, this is exactly the way I want it. I hate boring sex and I am happy Rachel is accepting this”. He moved me closer to himself and planted a kiss on my cheek. “ I realised there is love in sharing and I discovered it's not really a bad idea as I also enjoyed myself and will look forward to having some

“You made me explode. Want to see it?” I bit my lip, still buzzing from how nasty I’d just been. “Yes… show me.” There was a short pause, then his camera turned on. First, his face filled the screen….a handsome man in his late thirties or early forties, sharp jaw, dark hair with a bit of gray at the temples, and intense eyes staring right at me. He smirked, looking pleased with himself. Then he tilted the phone downward slowly, showing his broad chest, then his hard cock. It was thick, veiny, and still twitching in his hand as he slowly stroked it. Thick ropes of cum were splattered across the floor in front of him and dripping down his shaft and fingers.

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

If they have enough, they will leave. But this woman, however, is devoted to him, never willing to spend the night with other men, even if the money is higher. Instead of spending time with the old woman at home, it's better to be with this woman every night. Mr. Chen is the youngest man among them. At most, he is only 40 years old, at least much younger than the old man sitting beside her. "Miss light, would you like to have a snack with me?" The old man's hand is not restless but also not too presumptuous, he moved his hand towards her shoulder.