Age Is No Problem

Michael thought he was getting a quiet afternoon. Susan’s visiting grandma for the whole damn summer, so the house is his. Then the doorbell rings and Lara’s standing there in that sun-washed doorway, golden hair catching every bit of light, natural tits pressing tight against her thin top. She came for him, not his daughter. Michael knows the signals—she’s not shy about them—but he’s also wearing a ring and sitting on twice her years. That doesn’t slow her one bit. Lara steps in, drops to her knees like she owns the place, and takes his aging cock out with both hands. She licks it slow, then sinks her mouth down until her nose brushes his graying bush. Michael stops thinking about right and wrong the second his head hits the back of her throat. She sucks like it’s the only thing she’s chased all summer, drool sliding down his shaft, eyes watering but never letting up. When his balls tighten she pulls off just far enough to catch every thick spurt across her tongue and lips, letting it drip onto those soft, natural tits before she smiles up at him, proud of the mess she made.