Your muscular leg is still in between mine. Pinning me solidly against the hotel wall. You’ve made it clear despite our considerable age difference that you are in control. I’m uncertain what to think. I’m use to being in control. I have the experience. Experience that I know you damn well don’t have at twenty seven. Father Time is on my side.
But you don’t stop staring at me. You continue to look me right in the eyes. It’s a bit unnerving how confident you think you are. You’re a cocky fuck! That’s for certain. And unfortunately, my body is responding to you despite my efforts. If it weren’t for my panties your thigh would be soaked right now with my cunt juice. Leaving a snail trail on your pants. Giving me away. I can smell myself and I wonder if you can too? All I can think about right now is how hard I want to grind my clit into your thigh and cum. But I continue to stare right back at you and maintain my composure.