Mistress of the Harcore Fuck

It was a dark and stormy night. Calvin just got back from running 3 miles. He was so exhausted that he felt like he could just faint on the floor. After running in the house from his car, he hung up his soggy jacket and hat. Next, he took off his boots and pants. He was bare naked in his own house, which he lived alone in and he threw all of his wet clothes in the washing machine.
Walking around buck naked in his own central heated home felt like the most comfortable thing in the world to Calvin. His penis was hanging so it wasn’t limp and it wasn’t hard. He felt free as a bird.
Suddenly, Calvin remembered the woman he saw running in the park he was running in she was fine looking and she was a milf. He got an erection a little and his penis muscles flinched. Up and down his penis went and he watched it in amazement. Calvin then sat down on his comfortable brown Louie Vetan sofa and turned on the playboy channel. The scene was of two guys on one girl so he changed it to mtv. The Britney Spears video, toxic, was on and his dick bobbed up and down again until it became hard.
Just as his penis was stone hard, he heard his front door open and close. Calvin got so scared because he was the only one who lived in his house.