“You’re finally here,” I said excitedly as I threw my arms around Scott ,49, inhaling his cologne.

“It’s good to see you too, Tawny,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. I could feel his stubble against my cheek, and I shivered with anticipation.

We had been talking for months, ever since we met on that online forum for long-haul truckers. I was from Minnesota, and he was from Pittsburgh, but we had finally found a way to meet up and spend some time together.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” I murmured, pulling back to look up at him. He was even more handsome in person than he was in his pictures, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline.

“Believe it,” he said, his gaze locked on mine. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as I led him into my apartment. I had never done anything like this before, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. But as soon as I saw the way Scott was looking at me, I knew that I had nothing to worry about.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said, his voice husky.

I blushed, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Scott reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I shivered with desire.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time,” he said, his gaze intense.

“Me too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Scott leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. I moaned softly, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, pressing my body against his.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.

I gasped as he nipped at my earlobe, his hands roaming over my body. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my shirt, and I moaned softly as he cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles over my nipples.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“Yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as he continued to tease my nipples.

Scott’s hands were everywhere, touching and caressing my body in all the right places. I could feel my pussy growing wetter with every passing second, and I moaned softly as he slid his hand beneath my skirt, his fingers tracing circles over my thigh.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his fingers sliding higher until they were pressed against my panties.

I moaned louder, my hips bucking as he began to rub my clit through the fabric.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he growled, his fingers working faster and faster.

I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my body trembling with pleasure.

“Come for me, Tawny,” Scott commanded, his fingers pressing harder against my clit.

I cried out as I came, my body shaking with pleasure. Scott continued to rub my clit, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I was left breathless and spent.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he murmured, his lips finding mine again.

I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it through his jeans.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered, my voice filled with desire.

Scott’s eyes darkened with lust, and he quickly stripped off his pants and shirt, now only wearing a pair of the men's bikini-briefs that was holding his big dick and heavy balls.

I gasped as I saw his cock, long and thick and already hard. I reached out to stroke it, feeling it twitch in my hand.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Scott moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

I stroked him faster, feeling him grow even harder in my hand.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my eyes locked on his.

Scott didn’t need any further encouragement. He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, his body covering mine.

I moaned as I felt his cock pressing against my entrance, and I arched my hips, urging him to enter me.

Scott didn’t disappoint. He thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out with pleasure, my nails digging into his back as he began to fuck me.

It was intense, passionate, and raw. Scott was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to take it. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips pistoning as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside me.

I could feel another orgasm building inside me, my body trembling with pleasure.