#is this anything...

steve became a bit of a recluse over the years after his divorce, only ever showing up at his daughters parent-teacher conferences and cheerleading competitions. that's where he met you, actually. he ran into you at one of the competitions, and had to do a double take. you definitely weren't a mom, but you weren't one of the girls competing either.

you were bubbly. young. soft around the edges. naïve in a way that made steve's stomach churn, even as his dick twitched and betrayed him. he learned that you used to be a cheer girl, that you'd graduated high school a year ago and were in college now, just wanting to visit some of your old coaches. only nineteen. he was already late into his thirties.

he didn't think he'd get you into his bed that night, but he did. his daughter went to stay with her mom for the weekend, and you were quick to ask to go home with him. he didn't expect it. he wasn't planning on making a move, not at all. he was planning on keeping it in his pants, being a gentleman, not some pervert.

he actually discovered that you were more of a pervert that he could ever be. you had managed to get him naked and on his back in less than twenty minutes. he had wanted to cook dinner, maybe lead into it. you had other plans, clearly, if the way you were riding him into oblivion right now said anything.

"shit...slow down, baby," he tried to groan out through gritted teeth, hands reaching out to grasp at your hips and try to slow the way you were bouncing on his dick. you were like a little bunny. "don't...don't you want me to be sweet with you? didn't even get any foreplay in, honey."

the pet names slipping off his tongue just make you even hornier, apparently. you writhe and squirm, pouting at the way he's not letting you move anymore. his dick feels good either way, nestled inside of you so deep you're sure you can feel it in your tummy. he's big. it's nearly mouthwatering. if you weren't so focused on getting it in your cunt, you would've started with sucking him off.

"stevie," you whine out, trying to pry his hands away to keep bouncing. you're dripping down his balls at this point, staining his sheets (he probably won't even change them after you leave). "lemme ride you. don' want gentle right now. wanna fuck you."