Mr. Goreman seems taken aback by your request, but after what you just did for him you know he will say "yes." He is always making the lewd suggestions when you see him in the supermarket or mall. Asking you to sit on his lap or telling you to sneak into the supermarket's freezer and check his meat. Maybe he just never expected you to be the one with a request.
"I'm at least three times your age," objects Mr. Goreman.
You give him a cheeky smile and then slurp the head of Mr. Goreman's dick between your lips. You slide your mouth all the way down to the base, fighting back a gag as you gulp a few inches of his thick meat into your throat.
Mr. Goreman rolls his head back and shivers before looking down again.
"Ok," he sighs with pleasure. "Whatever you want."
You pop his big cock from your mouth and stand up with a satisfied smile. You brush away the leaves clinging to the sweat on your legs.
With your eyes locked on the older man you take a step back and reach up. You pull your sweat top over your head, freeing your perfect D's for Mr. Goreman. They bounce once on your chest, your little pink nipples sticking out straight at him.
"Don't you wear any underwear?" Mr. Goreman asks.
He unbuttons his own shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on a branch.
"Not when I'm working out," you reply with a wink.
You casually throw your top into the bushes, confident you will find it afterwards. You then turn your back to Mr. Goreman and bend over. You slowly lower your running shorts over your heart-shaped and very firm little butt. Mr. Goreman groans at the sight of your perfect ass and your tight and very wet pussylips squeezed between your thighs. You pull your shorts off over your sneakers and throw them into the bushes. Other than your running shoes, you're now completely naked before the old man.
You turn around and present yourself to Mr. Goreman, every delightful curve of your teenage body shamelessly exposed to the old man. He is naked as well. His body wouldn't impress most girls your age, his skin is loose on his chest and he has a hint of man breasts. There is a paunch around his waist and he has liver spots on his legs. It doesn't matter, your eyes drop to the big and still very hard cock bouncing slightly between his legs.
Mr. Goreman's eyes roam over your naked body. Your skin seems to glow with the sheen of sweat from the jogging.
"How do you want me?" You ask with your hands on your well-rounded hips. |