I’ve always had a thing for older guys – there’s just something about their confidence, experience, and… endowment that gets me going. So when I met Ryan at my cousin’s wedding, I knew I had to make a move.
We ended up sneaking off to his hotel room, where we wasted no time exploring each other’s bodies. His hands roamed my curves, squeezing and groping as he kissed me deeply, tongue tangling with mine. I ground against him, feeling his hardness press against my thigh.
He pushed me onto the bed, stripping off my dress and underwear before covering my body with his own. We made out hungrily, hands sliding over skin, fingers tracing every inch. When he finally entered me, I gasped at the size of him – he stretched me wide, hitting all the right spots.
I rode him hard, bouncing on his lap as he gripped my hips, guiding me up and down his thick cock. He sucked on my tits, nipping and licking, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Our moans filled the room, rising to a fever pitch as we chased our releases together.