Maureen was on the bed, naked, clutching the sheet to her chest. She had woken up startled by thudding sounds in her room. Switching on the bedside lamp had revealed a clearly intoxicated Keith taking off his shoes, then his jacket and finally his cap. He looked so cute! Nonetheless, this was hardly an appropriate hour for him to be thudding through her house. Lord knows M was a light sleeper and getting him to sleep with Keith in the house was near impossible. The boys played well together. It was tiresome to say the least.
"Keith, a little quieter please. There are other people in the house and they are asleep." She hissed at him as he removed his shirt. The benefits of a younger guy. Great fucking body. She had wanked so many times to images of him stripping for her. She made a mental note to ask him sometime. She moved backwards towards the headboard when he started towards her.
"I checked on him, sound asleep." he told her as his hand closed around the calf of her leg, drawing her down the bed and closer to him.
"Stop it Keith, get some sleep." Maureen whispered to him even though she was curious about where this was headed. He of course ignored her.
She gasped as he bit her lips and threw her head back in pain as he brutally pulled her thighs apart, exposing her glistening flesh to his triumphant gaze. He took advantage of her current vulnerability to get rid of the rest of his clothes, tossing away his pants and boxers, watching her lips part as her gaze rested on the large, heavy cock springing free.
He smiled a slow, predatory smile, as he knelt again on the bed, his hands grabbing the back of her thighs, holding her open as he lowered himself on top of her, his weight pinning her beneath him.