At the mall, I bumped into Mr. Thompson, my history teacher from high school. He caught me staring and winked, sparking some long-dormant feelings. We chatted about books, then moved to drinks, and before I knew it, we were in a hotel room.
He pinned me against the wall, and our clothes were off in seconds. He filled me, his thick cock stretching me wide. We started fucking, our bodies slapping together. He nibbled my neck, leaving a love bite.
I could feel the orgasm building, our rhythm growing more frantic. We came together, our moans filling the room. Afterward, we lay there, spent and sated
