My hand was absentmindedly raised to my lips and touched them gently. Those lips were more than tempting. They were velvet soft, and I wondered how they would feel wrapped around my c**k.
She shifted, and the blanket shifted with her, revealing her slender neck and smooth shoulders.
“f**k,” I whispered as I felt my d**k jerk. “She’s naked.”
For a long while, I thought I was done. Done with my prime, even though I was only fifty one. I thought I was done because no woman had managed to evoke a reaction in me after the… after the death of my…
A woman could strip naked in front of me, and I wouldn't feel a thing.
But this fragile flower has managed to elicit a reaction from me. More than a reaction, actually.
I moved silently and sat at the edge of her bed. My hand reached out slowl
