Zach zipped up his pants and let out a sigh of contentment as his eyes scanned the scene around him. He had left quite the mess behind in his efforts to reach his sexual appeasement.
The room smelled of sex and various articles of feminine clothing adorned the floor. A voluptuous, perfectly tanned, and barely legal Jane laid atop the plush couch that had served as the stage to their performance just minutes ago. He was proud of himself.
“Not that I’m complaining but you should get dressed. The only reason I’m leaving your fine ass is because you have to go to work.”
“I don’t have to go…” Jane pouted as she cupper her breasts. Zach watched as one of her hands found its way to her sex.
He made his way back to her and lowered himself on top of her as he kissed her violently. He could never get enough of her. He tugged at her hair to position her head the way he wanted it.
“Don’t move,” he said in a low voice.
Jane’s long dark curls hung over the edge of the couch as she complied with Zach’s demands. Her back arched in response to the position and Zach loved the sight of her perky breasts heaving with each excited breath. Unzipping, but not removing his jeans, he exposed himself to her and he watched as her eyes darken with lust.
She licked her lips slowly and then parted them, begging, “Fuck my mouth, Z. Do it.”
Without hesitation he stood behind her and tugged her head back further. He stroked his hard cock and eased the tip into her mouth. Her full, lower lip enveloped him and he watched as her tongue snaked around him and explored his fullness. Zach admired the view his angle provided. Jane’s throat was exposed, her breasts thrust upward, her tight pussy he’d known earlier begging for his return. She curled and uncurled her toes and moaned in response to her excitement at his pleasure. Zach loved that the angle restrained her and he was in complete and total control.
He pulled out of her mouth slightly and as he thrust himself into her again, deeper this time, he heard “Jane! You’re going to be late!”
Unable to control his reaction to her mother’s voice that announced her presence, Zach attempted to pull out of Jane’s heavenly mouth. Jane’s surprise made her motion to get up from her current position too quickly and she nicked Zach with her teeth.
“Shit!” he said trying to stifle his cry.
“I’m so sorry!” Jane said gasping for air.
“Get dressed! Hurry!” she whispered to Zach.
“Jane! Come on!” her mother shouted from the top of the stairs.
Jane made sure Zach was fully clothed before she motioned for him to follow her upstairs. Jane’s mother waited for them impatiently as she peered down the staircase that led to the finished basement Zach and Jane had found comfort in. She was beautiful. The definition of a MILF. She had the same dark hair and full lips that Jane possessed. Her bright blue eyes, however, were the polar opposite to Jane’s dark eyes.
“Mom I don’t need you to remind me of when I need to be at work. I’ve got it,” Jane snapped at her mother.
“Right,” she responded tersely.
“Whatever. Are you coming?”
Zach turned to follow Jane and oblige to her request when he was stopped by the MILF standing next to him. Placing her hand on his toned bicep, she informed him that he would not be leaving anytime soon.
“No. Jane, you go. I need to talk to…”
“Zach,” he replied offering his hand to her.
“Dana,” she said wearing the same resting bitch face she had worn since they ascended the stairs.
“Fine. I’ll talk to you later, Zach,” Jane said as the door shut behind her.
Awkward silence enveloped them both for a few moments. Zach dared to attempt eye contact with Dana and noticed that while she leaned coolly against the
The room smelled of sex and various articles of feminine clothing adorned the floor. A voluptuous, perfectly tanned, and barely legal Jane laid atop the plush couch that had served as the stage to their performance just minutes ago. He was proud of himself.
“Not that I’m complaining but you should get dressed. The only reason I’m leaving your fine ass is because you have to go to work.”
“I don’t have to go…” Jane pouted as she cupper her breasts. Zach watched as one of her hands found its way to her sex.
He made his way back to her and lowered himself on top of her as he kissed her violently. He could never get enough of her. He tugged at her hair to position her head the way he wanted it.
“Don’t move,” he said in a low voice.
Jane’s long dark curls hung over the edge of the couch as she complied with Zach’s demands. Her back arched in response to the position and Zach loved the sight of her perky breasts heaving with each excited breath. Unzipping, but not removing his jeans, he exposed himself to her and he watched as her eyes darken with lust.
She licked her lips slowly and then parted them, begging, “Fuck my mouth, Z. Do it.”
Without hesitation he stood behind her and tugged her head back further. He stroked his hard cock and eased the tip into her mouth. Her full, lower lip enveloped him and he watched as her tongue snaked around him and explored his fullness. Zach admired the view his angle provided. Jane’s throat was exposed, her breasts thrust upward, her tight pussy he’d known earlier begging for his return. She curled and uncurled her toes and moaned in response to her excitement at his pleasure. Zach loved that the angle restrained her and he was in complete and total control.
He pulled out of her mouth slightly and as he thrust himself into her again, deeper this time, he heard “Jane! You’re going to be late!”
Unable to control his reaction to her mother’s voice that announced her presence, Zach attempted to pull out of Jane’s heavenly mouth. Jane’s surprise made her motion to get up from her current position too quickly and she nicked Zach with her teeth.
“Shit!” he said trying to stifle his cry.
“I’m so sorry!” Jane said gasping for air.
“Get dressed! Hurry!” she whispered to Zach.
“Jane! Come on!” her mother shouted from the top of the stairs.
Jane made sure Zach was fully clothed before she motioned for him to follow her upstairs. Jane’s mother waited for them impatiently as she peered down the staircase that led to the finished basement Zach and Jane had found comfort in. She was beautiful. The definition of a MILF. She had the same dark hair and full lips that Jane possessed. Her bright blue eyes, however, were the polar opposite to Jane’s dark eyes.
“Mom I don’t need you to remind me of when I need to be at work. I’ve got it,” Jane snapped at her mother.
“Right,” she responded tersely.
“Whatever. Are you coming?”
Zach turned to follow Jane and oblige to her request when he was stopped by the MILF standing next to him. Placing her hand on his toned bicep, she informed him that he would not be leaving anytime soon.
“No. Jane, you go. I need to talk to…”
“Zach,” he replied offering his hand to her.
“Dana,” she said wearing the same resting bitch face she had worn since they ascended the stairs.
“Fine. I’ll talk to you later, Zach,” Jane said as the door shut behind her.
Awkward silence enveloped them both for a few moments. Zach dared to attempt eye contact with Dana and noticed that while she leaned coolly against the
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