1. Anal summer ( Chapter 1)


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: xhampster1fannn, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    friend, to go God-knows-where. Seeming to catch herself, Gemma snapped to alertness and said, "Are you going to go to Davey's later on?" I answered, "Ahh, yeah, maybe ... probably, um, yeah," not knowing how to truly answer the question Gemma had posed to me. I didn't want to be presumptuous and say "no" for fear that Madison would be turned off by me, assuming I'd be unavailable because I was banging her all night. I also didn't want to disappoint my boss and friend Gemma with a "no" either. I said, "I'm going to walk Madison home, and I may drop by Davey's later on." Gemma said, "Well, if you do, I'll see you there." Then, in her boss voice, she blurted out, "And drinks are on you for being late!" With a warm smile, as if to grant me permission, she waved a hand in farewell. Madison and I both waved goodbye and headed for the door. Once outside, I felt the warm June night on my face. It was a beautiful night, warm but comfy, and the sky was clear and full of stars. Madison still had her arm in mine and made small talk about the neighborhood and me being a "native." As we made our way down toward Market Street I felt better and better about my chances with this sexy woman. Madison seemed out of my league on several levels, making me all the more aroused at the thought that this sexy sophisticated creature wanted me for one thing and one thing only. She wanted to fuck me and use me as a sex toy, and that thought alone was enchanting to a young man. As she held my arm, she ...
    said, "You have such nice firm muscles. How many days a week do you go to the gym?" Then she gently bit down on her lower lip and seductively flashed those eyes again. "About four or five times a week," I said, like a man roused from sl**p. "I could tell," she said. "It shows," again fluttering her eyelashes and biting her lip. I was amazed to find out that Madison's just purchased, swanky new condo was about three minute's walking from where I lived with my folks in a f****y-owned apartment building. The contrast made me feel small. Walking past, I thought it best to keep this fact to myself for the time being. With the fresh sea air blowing in from the harbor, the boats bobbing in the tide across from us, we had reached our destination. Waiting for Madison to unlock the door and invite me up, the butterflies in my gut grew larger and more abundant. When she turned to me and asked if I would like to see the place and have a drink, I was relieved. I said I would love to. Madison motioned me to follow her in. Once inside, I was both impressed and envious. The place was something I would dream about living in. "I'll get us something to drink. Sit down and relax," she said. Turning down a corner, she disappeared, only to ask from wherever she was, "Is wine okay?" I said, "Yes." She returned with a bottle and two glasses, putting them down on the coffee table before me. Then she said, "Just a second. I've got to get out of these shoes." And just like that, she was gone again. I was ...
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