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Hayden gasped into my mouth as he thrust slowly. I was clinging to his neck, devouring his mouth hungrily. We had done it many times in different places in my apartment. Hayden pulled out of me and turned me over. I lifted my rear a bit to give him better access to my intimacy. He grabbed my hips and thrust aggressively. The grunts and gasps coming from his mouth delighted me. I had been with many men, but I had never heard them gasp like him; it was so delicious to know he enjoyed being with me.

"Do you like it?" he asked me, his voice breathless.

I looked over my shoulder; his pale skin was flushed, tiny droplets of sweat adorned his skin, and his blue eyes, now black, seemed possessed. He was the definition of sexuality.

"I love it," I replied.

Hayden smiled and fluttered his long blonde eyelashes. I buried my face in the sheets, although I was doing this with him, my mind was still swirling with thoughts about his age.

"You're so perfect, Kat. I've never met anyone like you,"