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Ann was quite a bit older than Bill. In fact, she was old enough to be his mother. At thirty-six, she was celebrating her twentieth anniversary as a fucker. Bill was only nineteen. It seemed the older she got, the younger she liked her lovers to be. There was a time when she actually preferred older men, but that was only before she was twenty. Since then, the kids she saw playing in the streets and in the playgrounds started her body longing for the young cocks that they carried in their jeans. She had been responsible for initiating a number of kids into the world of sex and she was happy to be providing that service.
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Hunger For Younger Men
Booker Radcliffe
Copyright © 2017
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
It took ail her skill as a driver to negotiated the ramp at that speed and it set every nerve in her body on fire. Driving like that was Ann's second favorite thing in the whole world. Her first favorite was fucking and that's why she was in her car right now. She had been sitting around the house when the call came from Bill. He was home from college for the long weekend and wanted to see her. As soon as Ann heard his voice, her pussy began to drool There was no way that she could turn down a chance to get her hands on a firm young body like Bill's.
Ann was quite a bit older than Bill. In fact, she was old enough to be his mother. At thirty-six, she was celebrating her twentieth anniversary as a fucker. Bill was only nineteen. It seemed the older she got, the younger she liked her lovers to be. There was a time when she actually preferred older men, but that was only before she was twenty. Since then, the kids she saw playing in the streets and in the playgrounds started her body longing for the young cocks that they carried in their jeans. She had been responsible for initiating a number of kids into the world of sex and she was happy to be providing that service.
Ann felt good when she was behind the wheel and racing to a meeting with a young stud. Her blonde hair flew in the rushing breeze and the vibration of the road set her tits quivering. She had had a beautiful set of jugs since she was eighteen and since that time they have remained in excellent condition. The years had caused them to sag only the tiniest bit, and Ann liked the slight sag; it madethem look heavier, she thought. The globes were decorated with pink areolas the size of doughnuts and the nipples could always be seen pushing against the tight fabric that she wore over them. She wore a very short mini-skin, and the smooth leather of the car seat felt cool and nice on her bare thighs. A moist odor rose from under her skirt and was blown away by the rushing air that blew through the open windows of the car, but every once in a while, she got a whiff of the pungent smell of her hot cunt juice as it seeped out of her box and wet her inner thighs.
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Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!