My age doesn’t bother you? You’re thirty-four, not eighty. Stop trying to make it a problem. I’m not sure I’m ready for a real date. I’m not talking about a date. I’m talking about fucking. Just a hookup. You’ll be in control. You can tell me to do whatever you want. Use me. You want me to lick your pussy for two hours straight, I will. You want to strap me to your bed and ride my dick like a bicycle, you can. Okay, stop. Why? Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? A little.
