TANK

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(Hey everyone! I thought I’d try a short series in which each entry is from the perspective of the two people involved. This one is from his perspective,(note it’s not the same encounter…that’s too easy!) my first attempt at writing such. Enjoy!)

Johnathan’s perspective:

As I woke I could feel this woman less than half my age pushing back into me. Even in my 50’s, I still got some form of morning wood, and damned if I wasn’t getting it right now. I was liking it, but I needed to maintain control. I playfully pushed her off, rolled her slightly onto her back, then got up, and beckoned her to follow me.

“Come on pet, let’s shower, then I’ll make breakfast.” My new fuck-toy happily hopped up and followed, but instead of just going along, she grabbed my cock and smiled as she backed into the bathroom. “I guess you’re going with the program, and I have to say, I for one am enjoying it.”

Layton stepped a bit closer, kissing me, and said “Yes, I am, and so far it’s a fun program.” We then kissed for a bit, our tongues dancing. The ‘wood’ got stiffer, and seeing her reflection in the mirror gave me an idea.

Turning her to face the mirror, I pulled her arms behind her back and held them there with one hand while my other hand grabbed her neck lightly. Layton let out a gasp as I took hold of her.

I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, “My pet, I’m going to bend you over this sink, and you’re going to watch me fuck you from behind.”

A big grin, along with a quiet “fuck,” escaped Layton’s lips as I bent her over and kept her arms behind her back. I laid her forearms over one another and grabbed both her wrists with one hand.

My new pet’s reflection smiled at me as I took a moment to appreciate Layton’s ass and back as I used my free hand to align my dick with her pussy. I took the extra moment to tease her, by running my dick vertically at her entrance.

Layton moaned as the head of my dick entered her, and moaned a bit louder as I easily slid the length of my dick inside her, bottoming out as my hips made contact with her sculpted ass. She was wet early and I was glad. I let my dick rest for a moment, appreciating the feel of Layton’s pussy tightly gripping my dick.

I brought my free hand to her hair and grabbed a handful, a bit rougher than normal, wanting to test how rough she wanted it.

Layton let out a surprised yelp as I pulled her hair and her smiling face came into view with the mirror.