Push him down on the couch

I pushed Charlie down on the couch, being careful to hold that kiss. God, he was a better kisser than Amy. The mustach was a bit akward, but i really didn't care. I stradled him on the couch and felt his cock pressing against me.

His strong hands ran down my back and settled on my ass. He pulled me tighter against his cock.

I went on kissing him, feeling a little internal confusion. I loved pussy, about that i had no doubt. And I had never looked at another man before in my life and felt anything. But on that couch, making out with that fifty-three year old man who was a better kisser than any woman i had ever been with, my cock was rock hard.

Charlie explored my still clothed body with his hands, while i ground my crotch against his erection.