A good hard fucking
I hadn't asked to be pounded or plowed, but that's what I gotThe door opened, and he stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist. He gave me a look that wasn’t particularly friendly, and he didn’t immediately invite me in. Maybe I was older than he figured I’d be, maybe not as good-looking. But he wasn’t everything I’d expected, either -- heavier, less muscular. Well, I thought, so neither of us is a dreamboat. That’s the world for you. “Can I come in?” He didn’t answer, just...