1. Yes!


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Mature, Author: storytime79, Rating: 92, Source: xHamster

    deep, unleashed sexiness in the idea. It gave her an incredible feeling of power and pride all at once to feel as though she had this kind of appeal toward a man half her age. She was also aware of her beauty-- it would've been stupid to ignore: she had supermodel looks-- certainly a supermodel figure, and she was still relatively young, just over thirty. Her mother had looked good up until 60, she thought, and she had smoked. Despite her good looks, Jennifer was not a bimbo, a ditz, or superficial. Dark haired, light skinned, green-eyed, her beauty inspired passion. As stupid as her good looks would've been for her to ignore or to pretend to not notice, there was one element of them she did fail to overlook or foresee: that in encouraging Travis' boyish crush on her, she had watched the boy turn into a stunningly handsome man-- and one that bore a life-long adoration of her. And now, even as she maintained her arguably greatest physical attractiveness in addition to her most piqued sexual age aligned perfectly with Travis' now fully realized physique and sexual potency. If the possibility of her bedding him was even the slightest bit less arousing, she might have resisted it. But the fact remained: not only did he clearly worship her-- however 'secretly' he tried to keep it-- but he was also the most incredibly built man she had laid eyes on. In fact, she had to concede that no matter what her relative age would've been, she would have always found Travis as he stood before ...
    her now penultimately attractive. Few women wouldn't have-- he was idyllic. Best of all, the physique he assumed seemed totally genetically natural to him: though he was obviously athletic, he seemed to be naturally shaped to be so. He had a Superman body-- a v shaped torso, massive and hard, seemingly 'ripped' while at rest. Broad, mountainous shoulders. A strong jaw, and she held little doubt that he had a solid six-pack under his shirt. With a smirk her mind drifted to wonder if he was so equally proportioned and physically gifted all over, which was of course the most clear and definitive indication that any possibility with Travis wasn't beyond her imagination, or intention. “Do I make you nervous, Travis?” “A little.” He tried not to sound nervous, even as he admitted it. “Why?” She leaned against the counter, her arm outstretched over it's smooth surface, her other arm bent with her hand perched on her shoulder. She was aware that he was taking her in, looking at her body all at once, and wished to exploit his stare. She wanted him to admit something to her. It was Travis' most guarded admission-- and despite every sign and indication to it being accepted, it was nonetheless still difficult for him to articulate. So he compromised. “You're very pretty Ms. Benning.” “Travis,” coaxing. “Yes?” “Call me Jenny.” He exhaled audibly. God she thought he looked so sexy when he was worked up like this. “I make you nervous because I'm pretty?” “Well. Yeah... Jenny.” He attempted ...
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