There’s No Place Like Home—And Mingling With The Old School Whores
It’s been over 6 months since I’ve been back home (to San Jose, CA), so I decided to take a spur of the moment trip to visit the fam—without the 18 year old, of course. After spending a couple of hours catching up with my parents and sisters, I was torn between hanging out with “old friends” or “old friends with benefits”—I decided to go have a drink at the local bar while I debate the issue to myself.
It wasn’t long after arriving that I spotted a familiar face sipping a Zima on the other side of the bar all by her lonesome. It seemed that my destiny unfolded itself. As I approached her, I was checking out her legs that still looked as hot as I remembered as I wondered how they would look if rested on my shoulders. She aged beautifully and dressed like a woman half her age—fucking slut. I re-introduced myself to her and we spent about an hour or so engaged in deep conversation about everything from our childhood memories to our current situations in the romance department; well, okay, so I bullshitted a little, but I said everything she needed to hear.
After the bar, we decided to nightcap back at her place. Before I could take the shot of Remy she poured for me, she swarmed me with her lips and I fell off of my feet right onto her couch. She worked her way down to my erect cock and went turbo fast, gagging and drowning in her saliva while putting on a fucking display—it made me wonder when was the last time she had cock because the slut treasured it like it’s been a long, long while.
I slitted her wet pussy with my manhood and her continuous moans were all I needed to ignite the afterburners and fuck her even harder. The whore had a glorious orgasm and it was the first of many she would experience—I gave her the fuck of her life, Trashytoons.com style. I finally spilled my seed all over her back and she said she felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night. She’s going to remember this night for a long, long time.
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