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Chapter 8 by Ddust Ddust

Roughly Does It

Maybe Not...

"I dunno..." Luke whined reaching to cover his painful hardon.

Gloria hissed and snapped her hand out. With an almost superhuman level of dexterity she unbuckled his belt, the snap of his pants AND unzipped them. His shorts pooled around his ankles

His teenage cock tented out hugely from his dark blue boxers. Where the rounded bulbous cock terminated a growing wet spot was growing. Luke once again reached down to attempt to cover himself.

Her hands didn't move but Gloria only needed to hiss again for Luke to pull his arms back. He was learning.

"Luke sweety," she said smiling up at him while reaching for the waistband of his boxers,"You have to learn to listen to me...I only want what is best for you ......ooookay?"

"Yea..." he said dreamily as the waistband of his boxers skimmed his hips and fell to join his shorts on the floor.

His heavy lidded eyes followed Gloria's hand as wrapped around the root his scalding hot boner.

She was impressed. His dick was hard as only a teenager's cock could be. But he was bigger, 8 inches long and fat around. He was bigger than her husband in every way.

"Luke....baby....it is okay...you can lol at ME." Luke's eyes moved slowly from Gloria's hand attached to his dick, up her slim wrist....and locked on her breasts.

She slid her hand slowly up the length of his shaft and she delighted in the full body shiver it caused in him.

"Baby...you are so... so BIG." She said breathlessly dragging her hand back down towards ginger trimmed balls.

"Really?!" He said with the boyish pride of men from 16-99 years old.

"Oh yes papi yes," she squeezed him harder and stroked upward again, looking at him slyly," even bigger than your grandpa."

Her fingers toyed around the tip of his cock. She wasn't sure how he'd respond.

Luke's chest puffed out further. He was hers.

Gloria smiled up at him and his eyes flicked up from her breasts to meet hers. His breath caught and he twitched as her fist slid around his cock again.

"I....uh....I am....I...gonna...." he spluttered though Gloria could tell by the surging feeling in his cock what came next.

What comes...or where?

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