Where it happened: His house.
Langauge: English.
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
i was going to sleep over again. we started making out, touching eachother, grinding through clothes. it was turning me on and i was getting really wet. he whimpers and pleads while we’re fooling around. “you’re so wet. and tight. oh please let me in.” and his begging like that was just amazing. he’d slide himself along my vagina, pushing slightly but not at all because i wouldn’t let him. oh how i loved his weight pressing down on me. the feeling of his dick pressing against me anywhere he could. how he’d pull up my shirt and wrap his lips around my breasts and adore them.
his breathing was heated and filled with whispers of wanton sounds. his body was covered in sweat and he smelled like the primal act we were having.
i gave in to him.
he slowly worked himself into me, that massive thing filling me, my legs wrapped around his back. it took so long for him to finally hilt himself. he didn’t want to hurt me. he was so gentle. the feel of his sweat soaked face pressing against mine, the strength in his perfect body as he thrust into me.
god.
he sat back and i slipped my feet onto his shoulders, pulling him down to me, and when the crooks of my knees were at his shoulders, his face inches from mine, “i’m flexible.” “that is so fucking hot.” and he just shuddered and started fucking me harder and the kiss was so intense.
i got off at least three times.
he didn’t even once. because we had no condom.
“stop or get a condom.”
i’m not an idiot. sort of.
the most divine sight i have ever seen:
as he sat back on his knees, with his ass to his calves, my legs around his waist, those huge hands gripping my thighs as he thrust into me again and again. the calm concentration on his face, the sweat dripping everywhere, how fucking sexy and delicious his body was in that light as he took my virginity. i felt secure and desirable, inexperienced but oh so horny and eager to learn.
amazing. just amazing.
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