Sure, he was over a decade and a half older than her, but that didn’t stop her from drooling over him. Indian hot sex She couldn’t keep thinking about that man like this. Her fantasy would have to remain just that – a fantasy. Grabbing a pair of pajama pants out of her laundry basket that she’d only worn once so far, she pulled them on hastily and hurried downstairs, her stomach growling at the smell of vanilla coming from the kitchen. ——
Yet another pink pen began to run dry as Zoey finished jotting down the details of her dream into her diary. Too often she woke up with a mess already pooling between her thighs, and she let the fading images from her dream play on repeat in her head this morning as her fingers circled over her already swollen clit. He was a slightly heavy-set man, a lovely example of a “dad-bod”, and Zoey could see the muscle that the little bit of extra weight concealed.
