Max might be a lot older than Elizabeth, but this just makes her fantasise about him all the more. When he invites her to see his collection of birds of prey, the thrilling display of a falcon’s flight isn’t all he has in store for her. Elizabeth is about to live out her fantasies...
She didn’t need to be told twice. She sank to her knees, her hands sliding down his chest to stop at the zipper of his jeans, now at her eye level. She undid the button quickly and pulled his zip down. His white boxers were bulging out, as if something inside was desperate to escape. She pulled the front down to release his thick cock. It wasn’t the longest she'd ever seen, but it was certainly the thickest. It was already well on the way to being fully erect. She wrapped her manicured fingers tight around it, feeling blood rushing into it under her touch.
‘Kiss it,’ Max murmured, not a request, a command.
A bead of pre-come glistened on his opening. Her tongue flicked out to collect it. She purred at the sweet taste. She licked all over his soft helmet, teasing the hole to offer up more. He wrapped his fingers through her blonde hair, holding her head close to him, making it impossible for her to move away. Not that she was going anywhere. She moved her grip slowly up and down his shaft, gently sliding the foreskin over his bell-end then back again while her tongue lapped up his leaking sticky juices. His cock stiffened immediately.