So good, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”
“I told you he would be good,” Lana was whispering to Sussan as they kissed with their tongues. Her staff admit working for Sussan is not for the faint-hearted. Knowing she looked fuckable with that wonderful teasing, super confident smile. Sussan was taller than I expected, wearing killer heels and her own designer label, short, white, light weight coat that finished well above her knees, still kissing as her minder removed her coat. Would you mind if Lana stays to watch you fucking me? Looking sensational for a woman well past fifty. I want to watch, do you mind?”
I didn’t mind, a fantasy playing out, the internationally famous, gorgeous, sexy, Sussan watching her minder sucking my cock, giving me a head job. I wanted to challenge myself with a woman Sussan’s age, more than twenty-years older than me. “I know you love a challenge!”
I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect.
