He was so proud.“I want you inside me now. Give me my purse. There are condoms in it.”“I don’t need them. I’m clean.”“But I might not be... I have sex with others, sometimes bare. I’m on birth control though.”“I’ll take my chances just to feel the real you. Thanks for the consideration though.”It was different, being fully naked with a man who was going to take his time. Plus he was a lot older than her usual john. Would that make a difference? She was ready to find out. “May I be on top?”On his. It's only a studio apartment, that's true. The main room serves as a bedroom and a living area with a kitchenette attached to one side. Of course, it has a large bathroom and plenty of storage space in the basement of the building. But he has also completed the other research he needs for his decision.He lives alone. He has done so all of his life, apart from a very happy childhood growing up on a farm in the prairie land of the Midwest. His parents loved him and it was an idyllic life in many. His hands still tucked around my breasts and holding tightly. I am overwhelmed at what he has just done. No tricks, no prompting, or baiting. I got fucked well and proper. I want to turn over and kiss his sweet little head. I want to do this a hundred more times. This was special."I love you Nim. This was so special. Thank you,"I say, it all comes out as a half murmur but I think Nimrod understands, as he kisses my neck and the sensitive spot under my ear."I love you Nosis," he sighs and rubs. Filling my mouth quickly, it pressed against the back of my throat. I’d sucked his cock a hundred times before. Twice before we left the house. His dick was far too long to fit all the way in my mouth. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the back of my throat. He pushed down on the back of my head. Determined I was going to deep throat him. My eyes began to water. My eyeliner dripping onto his pants. He could feel me gagging, struggling to breathe. He eased the pressure, I pulled my face up.