I cling on harder to the shutters, the only thing keeping my balance when he pulls out of me before he pushes back in, over and over. He shushes me like I’m a baby he’s rocking to sleep, and his thrusts become gentler. xxx18 “Thank you.” I tell him, laughing a little out of nervousness. My heart begins to hammer and a sick feeling in my stomach begins to rise up at the thought of anyone walking in, but the possibility of it excites me. He has the expression of someone who looks like they’re trying to make a difficult decision. The excitement of kissing a much older man, the suddenness of it all, and the teasing way he looks at me makes it impossible not to moan when he grabs a fistful of my




















