He thought he was smooth… hitting on me at the bar like he owned the place.
This cocky little 25-year-old stud with a tight body and a smirk that screamed trouble leaned in close, whispering how bad he wanted to “show an older woman a good time.” I just smiled, sipped my drink, and let my fingers brush his thigh under the table. His eyes lit up like he’d won the lottery.
Twenty minutes later we’re in my car. His hand was already up my skirt, fingers sliding over my soaked panties while I drove us straight to my place. “You’re gonna regret teasing me, baby boy,” I purred. He laughed. He had no fucking idea.
The second the door shut I shoved him against the wall, kissing him hard, biting his lip until he groaned. I ripped his shirt open—buttons flying—then dropped to my knees and yanked his jeans down. That thick, young cock sprang out, already rock-hard and dripping. God, I love how eager they are at that age.
I sucked him deep, sloppy, gagging myself on purpose just to hear him curse and grab my hair. Then I stood, stripped slow, letting him see every curve he’d been drooling over. “Bed. Now,” I ordered. He practically ran.
I climbed on top and sank down onto that perfect dick in one slow, wet slide. We both moaned like animals. I rode him hard—grinding, bouncing, nails digging into his chest while he thrust up like he was trying to break me. The bed slammed the wall. Sweat poured off us. He flipped me over, spread my legs wide, and pounded me missionary, deep and rough, our bodies slapping together.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. I laughed through a moan. “Harder, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.” He did. He railed me until I came screaming, clenching around him so hard he almost lost it. Then I pushed him onto his back, straddled him again, and rode him reverse cowgirl so he could watch my ass bounce while I took every inch.
We didn’t stop. Doggy. Spooning. Against the headboard. On the floor. I came three more times—shaking, squirting, soaking the sheets—before I finally milked him dry. He exploded inside me with the hottest, deepest groan, filling me up while I ground down, taking every last drop.
Collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap… and he still wanted more. Young stamina is delicious.
Want me to drain you like that next? Call Heather. I’m still wet and ready.