Holy fucking shit. The testosterone that courses through th..

Holy fucking shit. The testosterone that courses through the veins of a 20 year-old is next fucking level. It’s literally been decades since I’ve been with anyone that y0ung, but I won’t be making that mistake again. Even Just getting into his house undetected by my chiIdren was exciting. I told my kiddos that I was headed to the gym and had him m33t me in the parking lot. Then he drove me back to his place where we entered the house from the garage. I made a huge production of putting my head on his lap when we got close, just in case one of my K!ds happened to be looking out the window at the time. He fucking loved it. Like any gentleman, he kindly offered me something to drink, to which I responded by seductively snuggling in close to him, gently cradling his huge balls from outside of his shorts and cooing into his ear “only what you’ve been saving up for me in these.” I came ready to get down to business, and I wanted to drive that point home. His eyes lit up, and his reply (“there’s a pretty good chance you’ll be drinking that out of your own pussy then”) sent a jolt from my brain directly to my cunt. I obviously love doing that for my bulls. Within a matter of minutes the two of us were standing in his living room kissing, with my sports bra and yoga pants littering the floor. Somehow, my new hot friend was still fully clothed, which was a problem that I was determined to rectify as quickly as possible. At 6’3ish, this stud towered over me. He didn’t waste any time probing my inner thighs with his fingers and was visibly delighted to find me already completely soaked for him. He grinned ear to ear at me as he joked that he was happy we weren’t going to need to raid his mom’s KY Jelly stash. I reflexively called him a fucking asshole and pushed him in the general direction of the sofa, where he happily took a seat while simultaneously sniffing the scent of my cunt from his fingertips. I dutifully took my place on my knees at his feet. “Your pussy smells amazing” was all he said to me as he lifted his hips to allow me to pull his shorts down to his ankles. I’m certain he noticed my eyes were as big as saucers when his perfect erection came into view. “Oh my….” I gasped with pure adoration. “Aren’t you quite the big b0y” I continued praisingly while ever so gently tracing the tip of my index finger from the precum glistening head of his penis all the way to its base before gently cradling his scrotum in my hand. He twitched almost vioIently in response to this. That was when it dawned on me that men his age don’t just get horny like bulls in their 30’s and 49’s. For them, their off the chart arousal levels are almost a painfuI affliction. As much a curse to them as it is a blessing. “You poor thing,” I cooed, sensing his agony. “Fortunately for you, momma has just what you need to make it all better,” I said as I took the base of him firmly in my other hand and directed him toward my cherry red lips (and yes, I referred to myself as momma lol). “Starting with this,” I continued as I leaned forward slightly and gently kissed and licked his urethra tasting the pristine dollop of precum that awaited me. With a string of it still connecting my lower lip to the tip, I locked eyes with him before taking the entire bulbous tip into my mouth and pressing my tongue firmly into the sensitive area just beneath. Making this stud moan as I held my mouth on that exact spot and rhythmically massaged him with the tip of my tongue sent a second jolt to my pussy. At that point, I let the hand that had been holding him by his nuts fall between my legs where I began feverishly touching myself. Not being a novice in the felatio department, I could clearly tell that this penis, twitching and oozing precum as it was, was on a hair trigger. A veritable Vesuvius circa just around 78AD. So, like a good woman, I resigned myself to the fact that this stud wouldn’t survive more than two seconds in my pussy and girded myself for what needed to be done. Releasing him just long enough to tell him that I wanted his first load in my mouth, I began to suck on him in earnest. The eruption from the tip of his penis that followed about 20 seconds afterward was fucking seismic. I no shit think this kid fed me more than a quart of semen, and I swallowed every last single fucking drop of it for him. The impressiveness of the feat was compounded three-fold by the fact that his orgasm had somehow triggered a massive one of my own. I literally made myself cum by making him cum, and coordinating my periodic swallows with wave after wave of mind blowing climax was no easy task. But I did it😊 It was when he finally pushed on my forehead and recoiled his hips to indicate the hypersensitivity of his penis that I reluctantly let him slip from my mouth. As I lifted myself from the ground to use his restroom, I opened wide to show him what a good little slut I’d been. “All gone,” I said. “I’ll take that drink now. Vodka if you have it, and you’re joining me.” I was fairly confident that I could get round two started with this stud in less time than it would take a pizza delivery, but I needed to plss. I grabbed my phone on the way to the loo and began scrolling through my husband’s texts as I sat down to p33 The very first one that caught my eye was from about 30 minutes ago. It said: “I know you told me not to text. But after our talk last night I made up my mind. I’m leaving Jeff.”