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The Jazz Man Plays
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The Jazz Man Plays I met Jazz Man here on Local Adult Companion. I'm 26 years older than he is, so yeah, I could be his mom. But I'm not. I remember when we first met. At a place near me. He was sweet. A little shy even. Just how I like them. Love turning out the shy and introverted ones. Make them howl and sigh. Make them happy. We agreed to meet another time, back at my place. Fast forward to this week. We meet when we can. He's busy and so I am but when we come together, we cum together. I had not seen him in awhile. So we sat on my sofa and got caught up. He arrived early so I was still in my robe and Walmart pajamas. Truly nothing sexy! He loves my robe, by the way; tells me that often. We lean into each other, talking, laughing like the friends we are. I catch him looking at my breasts? Sexy-not-sexy Walmart pajamas? It's not the crotchless panties or the see-through nighties that turn men on; it's the robe and Walmart pajamas. He runs his hand right above the top of the pajamas. The pajamas are a sleeveless chemise, black with white polka dots. A little blue ribbon. My ample cleavage nearly spills from the top. I throw my leg over his jeans and he touches my legs. "I am a woman of a certain age," I say. "I can no longer sleep in warm rooms, and I can't sleep in anything more than a sleeveless, cotton chemise. And I never wear panties." "I know," he whispers. We make it to my bedroom. He has stripped to his undies, looking comfortable lying in my bed. I get next to him, still wearing the Walmart pajamas. We lie next to each other, touching each other's faces. I hear him sigh. Jazz Man is a sweet kisser. We devour each other's lips. "I can't wait to have you inside me, baby" I whisper to him. He shudders, his erection like a flag pole. I love to hold him and touch him. His reactions are arousing to me. I enjoy giving pleasure to him. Our noses touch. I kiss his face. Caress his hair and his hold his face in my warm hands. He responds eagerly, greedily. Holds my breast in his hands. Slides the nipple into his warm mouth, which is already full and erect with desire. I reach for his thick cock, swelled and swelling, already leaking pre-cum. He shudders when my hand finds his delicious cock in his shorts. I hear him sigh. His eyes are closed, his head is back. I kiss him with his cock in my hand telling him again, whispering again, "I can't wait to have you inside me." I think we will continue with me taking him inside my mouth, which I know he loves but he instead gets on top of me. I spread my legs wide for him, already wet and waiting for his delicious cock. I love the weight of him on me. I love the moment when his cock finds my dripping pussy, and he slowly slides himself into me. Such a rush. The world falls away. It is just the two of, gliding into other in that beautiful slow dance of sex, connection, and intimacy. I struggle to take the Walmart pajamas off while he is inside me, grinding. My legs are intertwined with his, my brown body underneath his pale, creamy whiteness. "You are so amazing," I tell him, I whisper, full-throated, sensual, full of desire. He looks down at me and reminds me of the same. What I so love about Jazz Man is when we are together it is a delicious, crazed, stupifying combination of sweetness, sensuality, eroticism, coupled with full-on carnal and raw lust. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. He started off slow and sweet and gentle but with each thrust he pounds into me, slides that cock into my ever-obliging pussy. My legs are wide open, I want to take all of him inside me. We kiss like we are dying; as if it is our last breath. We fuck and fuck like animals, growling, relentless, crazed. "I want to cum; I'm sorry. I can't hold back." His face is tortured. "Cum inside me baby. Fuck me like the I am" I tell him. This only pushes him more; his face nearly anguished. We are in a frantic rhythm. His cock is so delicious. My pussy was made for his cock. "Fuck me like the I am" I say to him, again and again and he erupts, like a volcano. Throws his head back, he looks like a demon as his cock empties his sweet cum into my wet and greasy pussy. I feel it seep out of me, warm and oozing. Our pulse rate slows. He collapses on top of me, spent and drained. He apologizes for cumming quickly. I whisper in his ear that it was fine. "You are so amazing" I tell him for the millionth time. |
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Sexy story. I could myself slipping into you. In and out. Yummy!😍😍😍
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5/12/2019 8:19 pm |
What about lucky guy!
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Fabulous, if only I had met a woman of your calibre and sense of fun thirty years ago Erotica inspired by lust Boyhood Crush Athletic Cougar Deflowers Teenager The Work Experience Restroom Ecstasy The Lettings Agent Please vote and comment
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6/22/2021 3:40 am |
What a beautiful time you and jaz man had. Nothing wrong with a younger man. I too have been know to fuck ladies twice my age when I was young. Some older ladies were very kinky in love making. Great blog hon
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