It is no innocent ring. There will be no one on the other side of the door inviting her to church services. Her heart races, her breath hitches... her hand trembles as she turns the latch.
I stand before her, an older man with graying hair but a toned body more like that of one in his mid-forties. Her invitation is unmistakable as she allows her open robe to fall around her ankles. Like Ulysses, I step hypnotically over the threshold of this young siren.
The passion burns hot as we engage each other's eyes. There is no introduction, no small talk. I pick you up off the floor to press you against the wall. Your legs instinctively envelope my waist, opening up your secret, wet desire to my manhood bulging beneath my gym shorts.
You smell of the heady perfume of orange blossoms; the intoxicating aroma excites my senses increasing my animal cravings. I wonder if you smell as sweet between your legs.
Your breasts are big and beautiful, perfect for both sucking and fucking. You offer them to me without hesitation and I willingly attack your feminine contour with abandon. My teeth lightly rake over an erect nipple, eliciting a soft moan from your lips... my tongue laves your hardened nub... I suck at you voraciously, pressing my face into your soft flesh until I can no longer breathe.
Your hands grasp at the waistband of my shorts and you pull them down around my ass. My swollen cock acts like a tent pole and further movement is not possible. You fist my shaft with both hands and begin a jacking motion, up and down through the nylon material.
