I take control as you begin to shudder, settling you down onto my pulsating shaft as far in to you as it will go. Mature sex You swish the ice in your empty cup, attacking across the line again. My cheeks puff with the force of it. Geeky and naive maybe? I grab a whole heaping hand-full of your luscious little ass this time as you cross. My shoulder into the seat, attempting to accentuate these parts of myself for you. And yes your clingy pink sweat-pants and your starched, white, open, button-down shirt over that tight, wife-beater-tank top is easily the sexiest god-danmed thing I’ve seen in months (and I get around). That gives me an idea, so I momentarily abandon your breasts, grabbing into the sweatpants you hung over my shoulder and fishing out your panties. You taste sharp and fresh, like sunrise in october. Drinking in your exposed collarbones, and elegant neck. Dang girl. Our conversation ironically veers into the banal now as we try to fit the
