Got to go back to Akron.

Like a dream? A fine blowjob merged seamlessly into her straddling my groin. I may have my hands on her fine ass, but she’s the one doing the work, bounding up and down, keeping a perfect pace and pushing me over the edge. Which is when she leaps like an Olympian, twisting urgently into position and manages to swallow my extended tool before anything can spill. Really? … Really?

My first visit to Ole Glory Daze didn’t start like a dream. An aging, blonde con artist disguised in a hot body had me targeted from the second I opened the door. Following me into the long narrow room, she suggested we find a table when all the eight or so seats at the bar were taken. I wanted a beer (and to assess my options). She didn’t want to wait. Grabbing my rod through my pants was her way of winning the point.

Sixty seconds hadn’t passed since I entered. She’s now working her hand up my shorts and to my dick. We’re not 90 seconds into my maiden Glory Daze visit and she now has exposed my cockhead and a few inches of my shaft. She’s positioned her head and tongue as if she’s about to give me head right there. Not bad, right? Better than the $3 beer!