I assure you that I was absolutely desperate, alone and needy in that aspect.One of my most frequent sexual fantasies; and the one which I have enjoye... the most when masturbating has always been imagining myself having sex with a kid much younger than me, with a hot and horny teenager who could cool down the fire of my body at anytime, an energetic kid who could get a hold of me so much that he would make me over-strain of pleasure, but at the same time I’ve always liked the shy and reserved. "You're wet. Only a whore would be this wet." Monica licked her lips and sucked the slick finger into her mouth. Tasting herself only made her wetter.He pushed her legs apart and drew her to the edge of the counter. She felt the rough tongue again, now exploring her pussy, now rubbing her clit, now slipping between her lips and tasting her from within. Monica leaned back to give him better access. She rested against the counter and the wall and allowed herself to be proven a whore. Only a whore. “I thought I’d wear your favourite outfit” she says seductively. She walks over to me with a proud and confidant strut, gives me a passionate kiss as she undoes my shirt buttons, slipping it of me, then undoing my belt and letting my trousers fall to the ground. My cocks already getting hard as she pushes me down onto the bed and kneels in between my legs, my cock just inches from her luscious red lips. Without saying a word she lowers her mouth towards my cock. She kisses my helmet and I can. I sat down on my recliner, and instead of retiring to the couch that she sat in before, scooted me over, and shared the recliner with me. Her breasts rubbed against my shoulder as we both tried to sit in the chair designed for a single person."You know, Kay, I'm fascinated by your modeling career. What's it like to be in front of the camera?"She gave me a slight disappointed pout when she realized that I still wanted to make small talk."It's... fun," she said, continuing her two-word responses.