Sweet blonde natural Teen Luciana seduce to Old Young Fuck

The sun beat down relentlessly on the quiet suburban street, its rays glinting off the shiny chrome bumper of the black Cadillac parked along the curb. Inside the darkened sedan, Luciana fidgeted with the hem of her scandalously short denim cutoffs, her fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of her tanned, toned thighs. At just 19, the young blonde bombshell was already well-versed in the art of seduction, honing her skills on teachers, family friends, even a few unsuspecting elderly gentlemen.

Today’s target sat across the street in his tidy little house – Mr. Abernathy, a 68-year-old widower who’d moved in last year. With his silver hair and walrus mustache, he looked like he’d stepped straight out of a cheesy porn film, and Luciana was determined to make his wildest fantasies come true.

She caught a glimpse of him peeking through the lace curtains, and gave a little wave, her pert breasts jiggling enticingly beneath her snug white tank top. Mr. Abernathy quickly ducked out of sight, but Luciana knew she had him hooked. Picking up the phone, she dialed the number on the scrap of paper in her lap – the one she’d lifted from his mailbox last week.

He answered on the first ring, his voicerus husky. “Hello?”

“Mr. Abernathy, this is Luciana. We met a few days ago – when you were doing yard work?” She paused, letting the words sink in. “I was wondering if you could help me again today? With my… car?”

A lengthy pause, then, “Uh, sure thing, sweetie. I’ll be right over.”

Luciana hung up and grinned, her blue bedroom eyes sparkling with mischief. Dropping her phone in her purse, she hopped out of the Cadillac and sauntered across the street, her hips swaying sensually. She heard Mr. Abernathy’s front door open, and turned to face him with a smile.

“Hi there,” she chirped, batting her eyelashes coquettishly. “I can’t get my car started, and I was hoping you could take a look?”

Mr. Abernathy blinked owlishly, taken aback by her sudden appearance on his doorstep. “Oh, uh, yeah, of course. Let me just grab my tools…”

He disappeared inside, and Luciana waited patiently, the sun warming her back. When he emerged a moment later, bag in hand, she slid her arm through his and steered him toward the Cadillac.

“I’ll show you,” she purred, her breath hot against his ear. They reached the car, and she leaned against the fender, crossing her legs so that her shorts rode high on her bronzed thighs. “It’s the engine. I think it might be… overheating.”

Mr. Abernathy set down his bag and opened the hood, peering inside. “Okay, well, let’s take a look…”

Luciana stepped closer, pressing her breasts against his back. “Here, maybe if you bend over a little more…”

He obliged, leaning forward to tinker with something under the hood. Seizing her opportunity, Luciana snaked her arms around his waist from behind, her hands sliding down to the front of his khaki shorts. She rubbed slowly, feeling him stiffen beneath her touch.

“Mmm, is that better?” she murmured, nipping at his earlobe. “I thought so.”

Mr. Abernathy froze, his eyes going wide. “Luciana, what are you doing?” His voice was strangled, his breathing growing ragged.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Mr. Abernathy?” she cooed, continuing her sensual massage. “I think we both know exactly what I’m doing. What I’m offering.”

He shuddered, then suddenly spun around, pinning her against the car with his bulky frame. “You’re just a kid,” he growled, his eyes dark with arousal. “This isn’t right.”

But even as he said it, his hands were roaming her body, groping and squeezing through the thin fabric of her top. Luciana moaned, arching into his touch.

“Then stop,” she challenged breathlessly, her own hands sliding down to unfasten his shorts. “Stop if you don’t want this.”

Her boldness seemed to snap the last thread of his control. With a guttural groan, he yanked her tank top down, exposing her full, perfect breasts. He buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking greedily as Luciana fumbled with his zipper.

She finally got his shorts and briefs down around his knees, freeing his throbbing erection. It pulsed heavily in her hand, and she stroked him slowly, feeling it grow even harder.

“Fuck,” Mr. Abernathy gasped, his hips jerking forward. “Oh God, you’re going to make me come.”

“Not yet, you won’t,” Luciana breathed, sinking to her knees. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head of his cock, her blue eyes gazing up at him coquettishly from beneath long lashes. Then she took him deep into her mouth, sucking hard as she bobbed her head.

Mr. Abernathy tangled his fingers in her silky blonde hair, his body quaking with pleasure. “Oh, Luciana,” he panted, his hips thrusting erratically. “I can’t hold back anymore… I’m going to come…”

With a strangled cry, he exploded in her mouth, his hot seed pumping down her throat. Luciana swallowed greedily, milking every last drop from his pulsing shaft with her lips and tongue. Finally, he slumped against the car, utterly spent.

Luciana stood, licking her lips with satisfaction. “Mmm, I knew you’d taste good,” she purred, suffer-playing innocence. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Mr. Abernathy looked at her, utterly dazed. “You’re a wicked little minx,” he chuckled hoarsely. “What am I going to do with you?”

Luciana smiled, slow and sultry, and dipped her hand into her pocket to palm the rubber she’d stashed there earlier. “I think we both know there are plenty of things you can do with me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. With a seductive wink, she turned and sauntered away, leaving a thoroughly flummoxed Mr. Abernathy slumped against her car.

Her work for the day was done, and Luciana knew that many more hot, sweaty encounters awaited her in the days to come. With a satisfied grin, she climbed into her Cadillac, started the engine, and sped off down the quiet suburban street, undeniable proof of her dubious triumph resting in her hand.