My Lodger Gives My Butt A Workout : Anal MILFs 11 (Anal Sex Ass Sex Anal Erotica MILF Erotica Age Gap Erotica Unprotected Erotica): Anal MILFs, #11

By Tori Westwood

My nineteen-year-old lodger Kyle had recently begun to work out alongside me in my private gym.  As the weeks pass I watch him transform into this muscle-bound, handsome guy with a body that far surpasses his confidence in it.  I've always dressed skimpily in the gym and I'm not about to change that now, but with Kyle becoming increasingly interested in my routine it was only a matter of time before things boiled over.

Read how he gives my butt the workout it desperately needs as I take someone in my behind for the first time ever.  I never dreamed it would be a guy half my age!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Nov 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386690108

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Are you sure there isn’t a muscle of yours you need help with?

Kyle started to turn red.  To see his handsome, blushing face sat atop his carved physique was a turn-on.  He had the fresh face of innocence, but he had the body of a cover model.

Like what? he said, and I hadn’t expected that from him.

I don’t know, I said, taking a step closer.  I walked around behind him and trailed a nail over his broad shoulders.  Something you’d like to work on?

He was still and silent.

I have something I’d like to try, I said.  A muscle that’s never been worked before.

I don’t know where the sinful words were coming from, but they poured from me with ease.  It was as though I was leading myself down a path of taboo with no hope of turning back.

What’s that? he asked, and he looked fearful of the answer.

I leaned in close to his ear to whisper.  My ass.

You were just working it, he said, pointing to the barbell.

No, I said, and I moved around to his other ear, putting a hand on his shoulder and tip-toeing to whisper.

"My asshole."

I stayed on his shoulder and looked forwards into the mirror.  There was silence and his eyes were on mine and mine on his.  We stared deep into each other for what felt like a minute.  I had to let him know I was serious.

I watched his Adam’s apple bounce and dropped my gaze lower, making no bones about letting it rest on his terrific packet.  I wanted him to know where I was looking.

The silence continued and Kyle shifted his weight, but he didn’t go anywhere.  It seemed he was as curious as I was to see where this would