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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Holidays are for sharing with those you love and for cream pies. Kara’s left to watch the parade alone. Mr Hoffman, her next door neighbor and old enough to be her grandfather, shows up. He tempts Kara and she’s quick to tease the old geezer.
He’s slicker than she thought and soon the unlikely pair are tangling themselves up to celebrate front to back. He’s strong willed and agile for his age and Kara is ecstatic over his special pie offering at her back door.
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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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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OLDER MAN NEXT DOOR
By Sharon Love
“My neighbor loved pies. I liked pies of a different kind. It didn’t take much to convince the lonely old geezer to give me the pussy creampie I craved on a holiday that turned special, fast.”
Thanksgiving day. A time of celebration and sharing with families. Turkey in the oven, parade on the television, pies resting on the stove. Not in my house, my mom was dressing to go out.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh, Kara. Don’t make this a big deal.” She flitted around for me to zip up her dress.
“We’re not going to spend Thanksgiving together? Great thanks.” I flung myself down on the sofa. “I don’t want to be alone today.”
“You won’t be.” She kissed me on the forehead and swooped my bangs to the side. “Mr. Hoffman is coming over.”
“That old geezer from across the street?” Why couldn’t I have a normal parent like the rest of my college girlfriends. All of them had regular divorced parents, lonely and pining for someone to love. My mom hopped from man to man every other month.
“Josh and I are going to his dad’s to watch the game,” my mom continued, checking her boobs in the mirror.
“Josh? You’re old enough to date his dad.”
She shimmied her shoulders. “I know it’s so sensual being over there.” She rubbed her hands down her torso. “Two strong handsome men fawning—”
The car horn of Josh’s convertible sounded. She jumped into action. I watched her leave, with a tootle at the door. At least I had the parade. I sunk down deeper into the cushions of the sofa to veg out and forget my messed up mother.
Not an hour later, the doorbell rang. “What did you forget . . .” I pulled open the door expecting to see my mom, but it was Mr. Hoffman.
“I brought cream pie.” From the other side of the screen door, my happy retired neighbor waved his pie at me.
“Come in,” I’d fumed so much over mom leaving that I’d completely forgotten he was showing up. Mr. Hoffman wasn’t a bad man, he was just always smiling and leering at my mom and I. He couldn’t help that he was a horny old man with a couple of sex nymphos for neighbors. It was the facts.
“Do you like cream pie?” he asked, as I shut the door behind him.
That was a loaded question. I loved them. Only not the eating kind. I loved feeling a man’s seed burst in me and spill out of my pussy. I was pretty sure Mr. Hoffman was talking about the one in his hands, not his pants.
