JACK
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Of course, I wanted to tell her I was interested in her. I was more than interested in her.
“You know I’m already old,” she continued, trailing her fingers across my chest.
I let out a chuckle, firm at first, but then turned ragged as her fingers brushed my n*****s.
“Thirty-two is not old,” I said, “you’re still young. You’re still beautiful.” I wrapped my hands around her narrow waist, pulling her deeper into my body.
Her scent wafted into my nostrils, settling into my lungs. She brushed my thighs with hers, pressing her body further into mine.
My c**k twitched, pulsing with need, heat pooling around my stomach, spreading to my groin.
“But you are twenty-two, and I am thirty-two.” She slurred.
Silence dragged between both of us, my body boiling with desire.
“You don’
