I swiped right even though she wasn’t really my type. She was a cougar had a great smile and her post was worded in a way to let someone know that she was there “for all the wrong reasons.” Recent break-up, etc.
We chatted – nothing really clicked or seemed like it was going to happen. Until one Sunday afternoon we both expressed more than a bit of stress… she mentioned that she hadn’t had any relief stress relief in a while. I offered to help. That little horny devil emoji was the icebreaker.
After a little small talk at her place she said showed me to the bedroom and she stripped before I knew it. We made out briefly, we both knew why we there and she was already wet.
My Sunday dinner tasted delicious. I spent about about a 45 minutes licking and fingering with her legs draped over my shoulders – she pushed me back several times to recover and let me know when to go back for more. Lost count in the throes of passion – she came several times and each time made me a little harder (of course the little blue pill helped out too). She had the perfect pussy – cute and petite.