I had the time, the privacy and an incredible amount of enthusiasm.

One app with a nice photo was enough.

Maarten was already on his bike on his way to my place

We had not seen, felt or experienced each other for too long.

I couldn't and didn't want to wait much longer.

I heard the garden gate and there was my gray wolf.

Hmmmm

I opened the door in my old gray sweatpants.

Before the door was closed we were in each other's arms.

Under my sweatpants I still had my stockings, thong and even suspenders on.

The pants came off in the living room.

I massaged Maarten's cock wonderfully stiff. I took him between my smooth thighs and played with him like that.

He was wearing his sexy yellow jockstrap.

That went off quickly. I sat down and gave him a blow job with dedication.

“You are so beautiful,” He kept saying.

He crawled onto the couch and motioned for me to lie on top of him.

I did.

I lay on top of him with my legs apart and rode comfortably against his cock.

I undid my garters and slid down my lace belt and panties.

I crawled onto Maarten in just my stockings.

“You're not leaving without cumming,” I whispered in his ear.

famous last words.

Maarten had other plans.

He pulled me towards him and started giving me a blow job.

oooh his hands are kneading my body

I still feel them.

Over and over again he teased my nipples by pinching them, I tried to hold on as long as possible until I couldn't anymore.

Then I gave his hands another target: my ass

'*Peaches and pumpkins' I thought.

hmmm I couldn't help but go along with the rapidly building climax that was taking over my body.

I closed my eyes and surrendered, ecstasy washed through my body like a tidal wave when I opened my eyes.

Maarten was covered in my load.

On his face and his sturdy chest.

He looked at me with pleasure.

I picked up a towel and wiped hrm clean.

I snuggled up against it.

I let myself be enveloped in his strong arms.

“I want to do this all day.”

But then reality sets in again, while Maarten is getting dressed I make him the promised cup of coffee.

Enjoy this wonderful moment together.

His sweet words still echo in my head and I feel his hands on my body, wonderful.

Thank you Maarten.

*blue eyed samurai