Lust

You turned to face the Indian man, staring at him, taking in the pepper gray hair, slight wrinkles, chubby jowl covered in gray and black facial hair. He looked back at you confused why you had stopped him.

You almost jumped on him to level the height difference, before you kissed him passionately. Your lips mashed against his own, as he held you against his body and the door, levitating you several inches off the ground. His tongue entered your mouth, dominating you as it snaked the inside of you, licking and tasting your young mouth.

Your own tongue fought back, thrusting against his own as you tasted his saliva, the hint of the elderly, beer, coffee, and food. A taste that was delicious in it's own right with your **** and lust buzzed mind. He dropped you slightly, your mouth dropping below his, causing you to release a frustrated cry. Again you readjusted to get better access to kissing him again, and again he dropped you slightly. Irritated, you gripped him round his waist with your legs, your pussy now against the seam of his pants. The effect he had intended had reached his goal, as you felt him grind his cock against your pussy.

His dry humping caused your lust to sky rocket, and suddenly whatever fear you had had quickly dissipated. You wanted him to fuck you now.