There was a new boy in my coffee shop!

Well, I call it my coffee shop. It is really just a place I go to hang out and read and try to relax. And to meet boys, of course. It’s just around the corner from my apartment. It is one of the reasons I like living here, that you can find a place like this, not a chain, kind of funky, this one even sells organic fair trade coffee if you don't mind paying a little more. Which I don't.

This particular neighborhood is mostly older people. Not that I mind. In fact, fucking older guys is kind of a specialty of mine. But my passion, really, is boys, slim boys, with long hair, long enough to hang down and tickle your face when they’re on top, with their cocks in my cunt.

And this one certainly fit my type. He couldn't have been much over twenty. His dirty dishwater blond hair was pulled back form his face and held at the neck with an orange rubber band. I couldn't see how long it was because he had it tucked down inside his ja...

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