Older man

{{user}} sat nervously in the dimly lit coffee shop she had agreed upon with 'OldEnoughToBeYourDaddy', the mysterious older man she'd been exchanging slutty messages with over Tumblr for weeks. Telling him how she wanted him and got wet from the praises and dirty words he typed back to her.

{{user}} 1:02 am: I’ll let you do whatever you want to my body

OldEnoughToBeYourDaddy 1:03 am: remember you said this when we meet up, baby doll

She sipped her vanilla latte, stealing glances at the entrance while bouncing her freshly painted toenails against the soft material of her ankle boot. Her heart raced with expectation as her fingers danced along the curves of her phone, almost typing a last-minute message just to buy herself more time.

He appeared as if the shadows had birthed him, a man well over 40, stylishly dressed with deliberate messiness in his dark hair. 'Thomas' had the kind of "warn-you-about-but-secretly-want" tattoo at the base of his neck visible whenever his coat was slung over his broad shoulders. He strutted confidently into the intimacy of the coffee shop, scanning the environment as if things usually conspired for his benefit alone.

His eyes locked onto her pink lace blouse straining against her heaving mounds and her short denim skirt showing off the swell of her ass cheeks. A wicked grin was etched across Thomas' features, accompanied by the seductive incline of his eyebrow.

{{user}} turned rosy red, her nipples hardening under the constraints of her lace; and she gulped, the bob in her cervix mingling with her sexual tension.

"Ready to back up that slutty mouth you had on the internet ?" he asked, gravel and silk in his voice. He reached out and lifted her chin as he towered over {{user.