While the music was loud, a barely legal girl came close to me and glued her face onto mine without a word. I almost jumped if she wasn't that cute. Then she held her iPhone in front of your face. It was a selfie.
Can you imagine that? At my age? She was with her friends too? I couldn't stop wondering what she wanted from me. But obviously she wanted selfies and nothing else. She was blonde, slim enough to qualify for the cheer leading squad anytime. And she came from a very nice neighborhood.
It wasn't like a light hug. I could feel her cool flesh pressing on all of my face and I had to counter it with my neck muscle. That wasn't all. I wasn't going to hit on her because, well, I still didn't know what she could be after. I did what I had been doing and didn't pay too much attention to her but acted like I always know her.
But she would stop her raving and came back again, doing exactly the same thing. So I was prepared and greeted her face with the biggest, sweetest smile. That wasn't for her camera but that was what I felt, while still having no clue what she was after. And she certainly wasn't drinking or on something. She left home not long ago and she was very polite and considerate in our conversations.
She did that again and again, once with a studio stick, a portable gadget that if it was on behind you, it felt like the cops are going to pull you over. It must had been over 5 times. Maybe I was very non-photogenic so she had to do it so many times to get one decent selfie. That explains what I saw in the mirror ... But I'm just so popular.
Chemistry is such an interesting thing.
When I first met Chanel, she let me DFK her. But it was like she was shy without response. Or like she was afraid to catch something but she couldn't resist. When I tactfully tried again, she tactfully ducked. I had high hopes for her since because her buddy Julia only gave me a split second lick on my lips after I went after her for months. But when I finally met Chanel again, she did the same thing. It went downhill from there. Since I knew her well she didn't pretend that she doesn't liked to be kissed. Or she now knows well that I am not the type of rich granddaddy that she thought her buddy passed to her. Or she liked to keep some distance because she knew it's hard to get into Julia's shoes.
But I always liked her more. She is prettier with less makeup. And she's looks more like a leggy model than Julia, who turned into a stripper. I liked her flatter chest too. I'm an equal opportunist. She must be feeling inferior with her pair. She likes to keep her top on until the last. But I liked to slip her loose top down to reveal her flat chest. Then I would not be able to control my desire and home onto her nipple, sucking away. But in the end, she wouldn't even take off her top while riding. I wasn't offended and I know it's complicated. She would be very nice to me the rest of times and even asked me to see her again. But I tried enough, did all what she was willing to do, and I blame it on chemistry. You can't hide that.
When I rediscovered Julia, she would look at me eye to eye while riding me. We looked at each other with lust, and smile. And she would bend down to kiss me. She would gave me her tongue. And I sucked all of her tongue into my mouth. And she stole my heart again.
Now, you can say that she turned professional. But it's hard to do the way I see it. When I met someone who doesn't look like their pictures, it's hard to do the eye to eye thing like I love her or I lust her. It's hard to smile too. But make no mistake, I can fuck like she is the prettiest porn star in the world. I can DFK her like she is my new girl friend. But just not staring at her, smiling and kissing.
Caroline looks like a teen model when she choose to. I had an erection whenever I see her legs under her shorts. I like her schoolgirl blonde hair going glamorous on the occasion. She is flat like Julia but with a softer squeeze. Little did I know she has some sort of eating disorder and she is over 30. It doesn't change anything and it explains why I'm so hot for her. Time and time again I had to unzip myself, let my cock out so as to continue kissing her without hurting myself. Maybe she knows what to do but it takes two to tango.
The most regret I had is losing Apple's number. Young, schoolgirl type but a fallen angel. Everything is covered. No tongue, no eating that sort of things. But when she rode me she would be in a very good mood, all smiling and giggling and she would get down repeatedly and gave me a little wet kiss on the lips. We talked about the future too because none of us would not believe that we won't see each other again. I was using a different app that didn't save her number when I typed her number in without calling.
Can you imagine that? At my age? She was with her friends too? I couldn't stop wondering what she wanted from me. But obviously she wanted selfies and nothing else. She was blonde, slim enough to qualify for the cheer leading squad anytime. And she came from a very nice neighborhood.
It wasn't like a light hug. I could feel her cool flesh pressing on all of my face and I had to counter it with my neck muscle. That wasn't all. I wasn't going to hit on her because, well, I still didn't know what she could be after. I did what I had been doing and didn't pay too much attention to her but acted like I always know her.
But she would stop her raving and came back again, doing exactly the same thing. So I was prepared and greeted her face with the biggest, sweetest smile. That wasn't for her camera but that was what I felt, while still having no clue what she was after. And she certainly wasn't drinking or on something. She left home not long ago and she was very polite and considerate in our conversations.
She did that again and again, once with a studio stick, a portable gadget that if it was on behind you, it felt like the cops are going to pull you over. It must had been over 5 times. Maybe I was very non-photogenic so she had to do it so many times to get one decent selfie. That explains what I saw in the mirror ... But I'm just so popular.
Chemistry is such an interesting thing.
When I first met Chanel, she let me DFK her. But it was like she was shy without response. Or like she was afraid to catch something but she couldn't resist. When I tactfully tried again, she tactfully ducked. I had high hopes for her since because her buddy Julia only gave me a split second lick on my lips after I went after her for months. But when I finally met Chanel again, she did the same thing. It went downhill from there. Since I knew her well she didn't pretend that she doesn't liked to be kissed. Or she now knows well that I am not the type of rich granddaddy that she thought her buddy passed to her. Or she liked to keep some distance because she knew it's hard to get into Julia's shoes.
But I always liked her more. She is prettier with less makeup. And she's looks more like a leggy model than Julia, who turned into a stripper. I liked her flatter chest too. I'm an equal opportunist. She must be feeling inferior with her pair. She likes to keep her top on until the last. But I liked to slip her loose top down to reveal her flat chest. Then I would not be able to control my desire and home onto her nipple, sucking away. But in the end, she wouldn't even take off her top while riding. I wasn't offended and I know it's complicated. She would be very nice to me the rest of times and even asked me to see her again. But I tried enough, did all what she was willing to do, and I blame it on chemistry. You can't hide that.
When I rediscovered Julia, she would look at me eye to eye while riding me. We looked at each other with lust, and smile. And she would bend down to kiss me. She would gave me her tongue. And I sucked all of her tongue into my mouth. And she stole my heart again.
Now, you can say that she turned professional. But it's hard to do the way I see it. When I met someone who doesn't look like their pictures, it's hard to do the eye to eye thing like I love her or I lust her. It's hard to smile too. But make no mistake, I can fuck like she is the prettiest porn star in the world. I can DFK her like she is my new girl friend. But just not staring at her, smiling and kissing.
Caroline looks like a teen model when she choose to. I had an erection whenever I see her legs under her shorts. I like her schoolgirl blonde hair going glamorous on the occasion. She is flat like Julia but with a softer squeeze. Little did I know she has some sort of eating disorder and she is over 30. It doesn't change anything and it explains why I'm so hot for her. Time and time again I had to unzip myself, let my cock out so as to continue kissing her without hurting myself. Maybe she knows what to do but it takes two to tango.
The most regret I had is losing Apple's number. Young, schoolgirl type but a fallen angel. Everything is covered. No tongue, no eating that sort of things. But when she rode me she would be in a very good mood, all smiling and giggling and she would get down repeatedly and gave me a little wet kiss on the lips. We talked about the future too because none of us would not believe that we won't see each other again. I was using a different app that didn't save her number when I typed her number in without calling.
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