As promised, I called my father when I got home and we made plans to have dinner the following week. When Sunday rolled around, I went to Paul’s apartment, as usual, that evening. He was on me the moment the bedroom door closed behind us, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him for a kiss. His mouth tasted like coffee and chocolate and I suddenly wished I’d had something to eat before I left home. I hoped my stomach wouldn’t start growling while we were having s*x. He slid his hands down beneath the waistband of my cargo shorts and underwear and caressed the cheeks of my ass.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“I’m always ready for you,” I told him.
Once we were undressed, I went down on him, licking the head of his c**k before sliding it into my mouth. I loved the taste
