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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Leigh is behind on her sales commissions. When older man, Ian walks into the suit department, she sees more than dollar signs. With salt and pepper hair and laugh lines, Ian is the kind of customer that turns Leigh on.
Ian’s starting over, looking for a bold female to challenge him and bring out his inner alpha male. Leigh measures up and takes pleasure in the elder opportunity for the night.
Younger women fantasize and act out on their fantasies with older men in the Someone Else’s Older Man Series. No relations needed to have fun in these shorts. Climax fast with this erotic sharing love short.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Making An Older Man Mine
Someone Else’s Older Man Series
By Sharon Love
Second Edition, eBook Edition.
© 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.
This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.
All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.
Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged
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MAKING AN OLDER MAN MINE
By Sharon Love
“Measuring men was my job. But Ian’s cock was hands down the longest, stiffest, most satisfying measurement I’d ever taken.”
The bright lights of the suit department at Fields department store was never bright enough for me. Oh the lights out on the sales floor showed off the tweeds, wools, and silk suits, but in the dressing room, where it mattered, it was darker than hell.
“Hold still mister,” I said, nearly toppling off a step stool. He was too tall. I had to balance behind him with a tape measure, pen, and scrap paper. I stretched my grip across his broad shoulders. Squinting in close I read the number aloud, “Thirty six.”
“Are you sure about that? I’m typically a thirty eight long,” the patron said.
I looked up over the rim of my glasses to his reflection in the mirror. He furrowed his brow at me. “You’re the boss. Let’s go with thirty eight.” I hopped off the stool and scribbled the measurement on the scratch paper. “Be right back.”
I left the customer where he stood with a puzzled expression on his face. Why did I have to measure him, if he knew his size? I marched over to the blazer rack and checked for a thirty eight. When I returned to the dressing room he was gone.
“Well shit! That’s perfect!” I threw the blazer down and kicked the step stool. “I’ll never make my quota today now.”
“Why so glum hon?” Nicholas asked, emerging from a dressing room stall. He tossed his tie over his shoulder and pulled up the step stool to sit on.
Nicholas worked in men’s accessories and was as flamboyant as a drag queen on an energy drink. He’d been asked repeatedly to join the suit department team to liven up the place with a fresh perspective. But he continually refused.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m on break. It’s usually so quiet in here.” He tucked my hair behind my ears and picked a stray one off my shoulder.
“So do you have anything fun lined up for tonight?” I asked, walking away to put the blazer back on the rack. Nicholas followed me.
“Oh girl a hottie came in to buy some tight undies and he said he’s going to be at the show tonight. Want to come?”
“We’re not exactly on the same page with men.” I cupped my large breasts and shimmied my shoulders. “I have parts your dates are not looking for.”
“And they’re marvelous darling.”
