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I didn't have time to respond before I felt his lips brush across my neck. All the while his hands continued to squeeze and release my shoulders and upper arms.
"Mmmmm, you smell wonderful; like flowers."
He nuzzled behind my ear for a moment. "And fresh fruit," he added. Drunk Hard Fuck "The perfect Florida scent."
That caught my attention. It would take a pretty sophisticated nose to identify the blend of peaches and hyacinth that scented the bath products I used. Now I was intrigued and wanted to know more about this young man. Who was he? What did he do for a living? How old was he anyway that he could put together such a smooth seduction? His actions were totally at odds with his apparent age. Drunk Hard Fuck Once again, I tried to put on the brakes.
"Bryan," I said, leaning forward away from him, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not? We're both consenting adults." He pulled me back to him. "You are over the age of consent aren't you? I'd hate to be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I celebrated that birthday nearly 30 years ago." I hoped my message that I was quite a bit older than he was would sink in and make him reconsider his actions. Drunk Hard Fuck I couldn't say that I wasn't enjoying what he was doing and the thought of a roll in the hay with him was interesting but my mind couldn't get past the age difference. Though he joked about it, I really did feel like I was corrupting a child.
He wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and was quiet for a moment. "Don't get hung up on numbers, Deb."
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