When I asked him to leave the party for a walk I honestly didn't mean for t to be sexual but when you're under the influence it's hard to deny yourself. Found it hard not to touch, to caress, to lick or bite, run my nails down those defined abdominals, trace their outline, to grope the erection that I caused. I had already lost and then he retaliated, lips on my neck, hands caressing, tongue on my throat, pinching my nipples. It was inevitable, then I let go of my inhibitions, let the real cougar surface, one hungry for cock.
He claimed me, wanting to prove himself worthy, branding me with his cock, bending me over and letting me see how excited and energetic he really was. Keeping up with me, alot better than men older than him. I knew he was a keeper, I had found my new boy toy.