Unprotected New Older Man E-Book

Sharon Love

• Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

In the city of sin, barely legal, twenty year old Annette is searching to fill her craving for fun. She stumbles into Martin, a man twice her age, but exactly what she’s hungry for.
In Martin’s hotel room the pair satisfy their hunger, sweetening it up with the in-room courtesy food basket. The fun continues, Annette finds a new challenge for the elder old pecker. He knocks on and bursts in her tight back door, wishing he’d been invited to come there by his previous wives.

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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Unprotected New Older Man

Someone Else’s Older Man Series

By Sharon Love

Second Edition, eBook Edition.

© 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Disclaimer

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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UNPROTECTED NEW OLDER MAN

By Sharon Love

“Vegas! Everything that happens there, stays there. Except my love affair with sexy, twice my age, Martin. Once I secured his experienced cock in my lips I couldn’t dream of giving him up.”

I was finally in Vegas! City of Sin! Bright lights, showgirls, casinos, and nightclubs. Sex, gambling, and drinking was encouraged on every corner.

Awesome! Wonderful! The time of my life. Except I was only old enough to have sex and it was a girls weekend away. Not my cup of tea.

My friends didn’t take in the fact that being under twenty-one meant I had shit to do in Vegas. Aside from riding roller coasters and taking tourist photos I was pretty much fucked.

But I was still going to make the best of it. I put on my fuck-me heels and while they went to a nightclub to drink, I walked the strip. Which was a horrible idea. I made it across the street from the Venetian to Bally’s okay, but before I could reach the Paris casino, a catastrophe happened.

The heel on my fucking fuck-me shoes broke. I was left limping like a strung out hooker on the corner. That’s when my gray haired savior found me.

Martin, a distinguished man in his sixties stepped out of the lobby of Bally’s and came to my rescue. “Do you need some help?” he asked, catching my elbow.

“Thank you,” I said, looping my arm around his waist. “These damn shoes broke.” I burst out crying. “And my friends left me. I can’t walk back across the strip barefoot. I can’t go in anywhere to buy shoes, because you need shoes to enter.”

“Hey, there there,” he said, patting my arm. “It’ll be alright. Trust me. I’m staying here at Bally’s we’ll ask at the door if I can walk you in to buy a pair.”

“Do you think that will work?” I asked, behind a sniffle. “Cause that would be real kind of you.” I wiped my tears away and took a good look at him. He was pretty sexy for his age. His eyes glistened and his white short beard was especially tempting. I’d never kissed a man with a beard before. “I’m Annette by the way.”

“Martin. Nice to meet you.” He tugged me to the door and like he said the closest employee happily pointed out the nearest gift shop out to us. “See I knew they wouldn’t turn down money.

It was a quick shop for shoes. “You didn’t have to buy these sandals Martin. I wouldn’t bought the cheap flip flops.”

“Nonsense. Those things ruin your feet.”

I chunked the fuck-me heels in the trash and gave Martin’s arm one last squeeze. I’d leaned on him so much walking in, I didn’t want to let go of him now. I didn’t want to say goodbye either. “Well, thanks again.”