I had a dream about you last night.
We ran into each other again at that same coffee shop—both of us having just dropped off our kids at school nearby. You weren’t wearing a bra, so I could easily make the outlines of your perky nipples underneath your shirt. I watched your eyes wander down, taking notice of the effect they had on my bulge.
I told you I was working from home and had the house to myself for the day. I also mentioned that I hadn’t fucked in almost two weeks.
You followed me there in your car. The front door slammed open as we stumbled in, making out like horny teenagers. You released the button on my jeans to slide your hand under the elastic of my boxer briefs—wrapping your fingers around my warm girth, feeling my tip pulse against your wrist.
You pulled my pants down and took the tip of my dad dick in your mouth while looking me in the eyes. I moaned with pleasure as my head tilted back, my fingers weaving through your hair to palm the back of your head as your lips enveloped my shaft.