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We use to do this a lot. A short chat online would quickly turn into 'RU free? Wanna meet?'

The difference is we were teenagers then. You'd collect me in your car, drive to a secluded carpark and end up with your cock deep in my throat, you'd cum and drop me home. Too young to care about sexual etiquette and rarely giving anything in return. A quick fumble in my knickers if I was lucky, clumsily fingering me, more for your own pleasure than any concern about mine.

This however is different.

We've got 15 years and countless more sexual partners under our belts. Well you have. While I settled down after you broke my heart, you had a string of relationships, some long, even a marriage. But padding those out, a lot of meaningless fucks. It's something that irks me even now. To think of all those women you've pleasured. Despite being with someone myself, I still even now get a weird pang deep inside when I think of you being with other women. Stupid I know but hey, you got under my skin. And again, 15 years later you've done canlı bahis it again.

I need you and I'll do anything to please you. I never want to lose my place on your sexual 'score card' and that for you, that means nothing is off limits.

We both know it isn't really 'coffee' you've invited me for. You swing open the door as I walk up your path. The path of the house you share with your girlfriend. We make idle chit chat as you go through the motions and make me coffee.

Sitting on the sofa together your eyes keep dropping to my tits, my legs. Not overtly obviously but I notice. I love that you still look at me like this after all these years. It makes me tingle.

You put your mug down and reposition yourself on the sofa, straighten up so I can see the bulge in your jeans. It stops me in my tracks and you laugh.

I put my cup down and slide from the sofa,

"What are you doing?" You ask.

I don't even reply just position myself between your legs, I place my hand over the bulge of your cock. betwoon You're not hard yet but something is stirring.

You've not lived here long and have yet to put blinds up, the sofa looks out over the garden to the gate at the end. Someone could walk up the path at any moment, including her.

I unbutton you, pulling your zip down, I feel you start to grow. I slide your jeans down over your hips. Pulling your boxers with them.

Your cock is stirring, it excites me so much actually watching you grow hard knowing I'm causing it. I look up at you as I run my tongue up your length and flicker it over the sensitive head. You've been circumcised since we were teens and I don't know how but you seem thicker for it. It's familiar yet different, nonetheless it's my favourite cock I've ever had the pleasure of having.

You're growing quickly and I love it, you groan as I eagerly suck and lick you hard. Your cock fills my mouth, as I work my lips and tongue up and down your shaft. I have to use my hand to betwild steady your thrusts but still gag as you thrust your hips into me.

Your hands gather up my hair pulling it tight, letting you control me, fuck my mouth harder. Your groans grow louder every time I gag.

I keep looking up at you, your teeth are grit as you keep looking between me and the door. I know you're nervous she'll come home. You couldn't explain that, why there's a blonde between your legs while you're ball deep fucking her mouth.

Something about it gives me a kick though and I ramp it up a gear. Moving my hands to your thighs, no control. My own pussy is tingling, I can feel how wet I am just doing this to you.

I tighten my lips and quicken my pace, you're going to cum soon, your breathing is hard and fast.

Your hands drop from my hair and you grip the edge of the sofa, you're going to shoot your load deep in my throat and I can't fucking wait. I gaze up at you through my long lashes and as you make eye contact with me and see your cock in my mouth you start to pump my throat full.

It's deliciously hot and salty. I drink it down moaning appreciatively, teasing every last drop from you until you slump back. You're empty. I pull my mouth from you licking my lips with a wry smile.