One-In-Hole : First Timers 21 (Virgin Erotica Age Gap Erotica Rough Sex Erotica BDSM Erotica): First Timers, #21

By Tori Westwood

You know the old cliché where the buff guy is stood behind the cute girl as she cues her pool-shot or takes aim to swing a golf-club?  Well imagine that scenario with your own mature golf-coach, then imagine that you suddenly feel his hard length against your ass.

There's no-one around for acres and I'm dying to know what one feels like inside me.  You've already gone too far, Mr. Lassiter.  Why not go a little further?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Aug 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393416586

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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It’s all for you, I groaned, moving my slender fingers to my glistening pussy and parting the petals for him.  Come be my first.

The words made him stall in his approach.  Your first?

I nodded shyly.  Is that okay?

That’s more than okay, he said, dropping to his knees and crawling towards me with his shorts around his ankles.  That’s perfect.

He mounted me and put himself between my thighs, kissing my lips on his arrival and squeezing hard at my big tits.

Take off your shirt, he said, and before he’d even finished the sentence I was scrambling to fulfill his wish.

I pulled it up over my head and I felt my breast drop out the bottom of it, claimed quickly by his hands that pushed them together and groped me.  By the time I’d pulled it over my head his lips had already docked over my stiff nipples.

Oh, Mr. Lassiter, I moaned, looking down and committing the sinful picture to memory.

I held his head against me as he sucked on my stiffening studs, racing his tongue around them in circles before biting gently and sucking off the tips.

Whose tits are these? he asked, as though he wanted to make sure I understood the dynamic.

"They’re your tits, Mr. Lassiter."

Yes they are, he agreed, kicking his shorts off his ankles and moving up to straddle my midriff.

Before I knew what was going on his cock was between my tits and he was pushing them around his shaft.

Hold them there, baby, he said, and I pushed my cleavage around him.

He started to pump his hips, driving his delicious dick through the soft embrace and fucking my tits right then and there on the tee of the second hole of his country-club.  I’d never known anything so risky, but then he wasn’t done yet.

I hope that pussy of yours is nice and warmed up, he growled.

It’s your pussy, remember?

There was a flash of pride in his face at how well I’d understood the dynamic.

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