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It was a dream come true – an older man, lonely, kind, considerate, and horny as hell. I've never been with a man, so when we met on One Night Stand dating app, I figured this would be my best chance to do it before heading off to college. We met in the hotel room, both of us wearing masks (that makes it far sexier), and we pounded our brains out for half the night. And then I took off his mask...
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I step aside, and he enters the room. The door shuts behind him, and we stand there for a moment, lost in each other's eyes, our breaths mingling in the air. Then, with a gentle touch of his fingers on my arm, he leads me towards the bed.
As we walk, he slides his hand down over my body, fingers touching my hip. A sigh slips from my mouth, my entire body on fire now.
We reach the bed. He sits on the edge, pulls me onto his lap, his hands gently caressing my arms, tracing the delicate lines of my lingerie. His touch is feather-light, yet it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could cum right here, this moment, without him, without anything inside me. I lean in, my lips grazing his neck, caught in the moment.
His hands move lower, tracing the delicate lace of my bodysuit, the cool skin beneath it. I shiver with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest as his fingers slowly undo the laces over my chest.
With each touch, each caress, the tension between us grows, the air thick with desire. With each pull on the lacy string, the cloth grows looser, my boobs freer.
"Ready?" he whispers, his breath warm against my neck.
I nod, unable to speak. This moment, this feeling, is all I've been craving. It's been too long since I've let go, since I've allowed myself to truly live - to be wild and reckless.
As he removes the laces, I feel the cool air against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of desire that's been building inside me. He slips the straps down over my shoulders, peeling the lingerie down to my waist, my breasts free and exposed.
I gasp as he exposes my skin, the cool air sending shivers down my spine. But the heat of his hands, the warmth of his touch, quickly drive away any chill. I can feel his breath on my skin, and I know this is it – there's no turning back now. He fondles my breasts. I close my eyes, leaning back, shivers zig-zagging through my body, muscles clenching.
Hugh stands, lifting me as he does, his hands cupping my ass, my body, my breasts, pressed against his bare chest.