He smiled at her, wiped his beard then got up. “Jason! Xxnx “dressing up specially for me, eh?” he smirked. Saxon and his friend Thomas were walking through the town that night, returning from a game of late night soccer, with the school team. She looked at Saxon when he left the room, she scanned him from his manly, mane of hair to his chiselled buttocks. She felt so secure in his bear like grip and without realising it moved her lips towards his, they passionately kissed, their tongues touched and felt the other, almost like they were making love! “That’s strange” she thought, there was no sign of him anywhere, “He must be late”. Starting to increase the speed she moaned, as his lance of a cock impaled her causing her to buck and cum.
