"Sure. Sounds great. I'll meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes." Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the back of the resturant. Small talk ensues. "You said you knew why I took your class," I said, by way of transition to the real reason we were here, "What did you mean by that?"
"You're trying to prove something to yourself. Recover your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that."
"I've lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?" "I know who you are. My sister took a college course from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to you, though you couldn't place me. I know a little bit about what's been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance."

Young couple Sophia and Derrick Pierce are just married and are full of lust for each other.


In this movie set they screw, he fucks her every hole and then cums in her mouth for her to drink the cum to the last drop

It was three o’clock in the afternoon and it had started to rain. Wet
leaves stuck to the glossy red trunk of the Jaguar, beaded with droplets,
and a hazy sun caught the rear window. Bobby opened the door and sat
down heavily, breathing in the leather. So that was it. The end of Arla. He
looked across the passenger seat to the lawn through the streaked window,
the lawn that led up to the house. The canopied street curved away before
him, its houses and hedges and willows and mimosa trees dripping and
green. He looked down. Suddenly he felt her legs around his head again
and his face pressed so deep into her pussy that it was stopped by her
pubic bone. Her fragrance was overwhelming, so close, so closeI

———————

Arla was sitting beside him as they raced along the 101. The ocean to
their right appeared and disappeared through the hills. The wind swirled
into the Jag. He shifted gears. She seemed pleased with how he did that.
They drove up through the hills and it got cooler. It started to rain, or was
it mist?
“Hey, we’re driving through a cloud” he said.
The car felt snug and strong, and he looked over and what he saw,
what he saw, was Arla slipped down below window level with her skirt
hoisted up and her legs wide open and her panties pulled to the side…
Smiling like the sun and moon, she seemed to fill all the space in the cabin.
But Bobby was cool. He kept driving, as the wind tore at her skirt
in the corner of his eye.

Another time he had overstayed his welcome–probably–on her sofa.
He knew how to do that, and he knew what Arla would do about it.
“Bobby,” she would say, “aren’t you tired yet?” There was a lamp to
either side of the sofa, making the light in the room ever so soft and the
quietness of the house ever so loud.
“Oh, I dunno,” said Bobby, “I feel kinda tense, you know.”
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