Rm 530
You're cuter in person. I give you a hug hello, and oh my god do you smell good. Your voice...a deep baritone, instant weak knees. That's an oddity of meeting online, you don't always hear the voice until you meet. Life is weird.
I kick off my sandals and plop on the bed, cross-legged. We chat... you're smart, really smart, calm-natured, kind. I really want to touch you...do I make the first move? Do you? Are you no longer interested now that I'm here? I make you laugh, you make me laugh. I touch your arm, your leg...you don't recoil.
I think you're still up for it...what the hell...you're not a virgin...just do it.
I shift my posture, sitting on my heels. Facing you, "you have me here, what are you going to do with me?" You smile and chuckle, "yeah I clocked the shift in posture. Alright, we talked ground rules and limits, welcome to my playground." I pull out my toys, and condoms, and vegan lube ...don't knock it, it's fucking awesome.
"Oh yeah, those aren't going to fit." You pull out your cock rings and condoms and ...oh, yep, you're right mine won't work. Damn.
Inventory complete, we strip - seeing each other fully. Both smiling, that's good...and did I mention...damn that is a thick, fucking cock. And it's not even hard.
We touch and kiss, your skin is soft, your body firm. You feel so good. You hands in my hair, my neck, down my body, you roll me on my back. Your hands between my legs. You shift your body, we could 69, but your attention on my pussy is too distracting. Fuck...am I gonna cum, already. Damn, that was fast.
Oh...we're still doing me. Hell yeah.
You hit my g-spot and don't let up. I'm grabbing your leg, my head turns and screaming with pleasure into the pillow. "Cum again, yeah - cum for me." I'm close, wet, gushing wet, you cover my mound with your mouth, sucking my clit, fingers fucking me - your other hand around my throat - yessss. My body wracks with pleasure, my vaginal muscles clamping around your fingers. "Fuck."
We shift, you lying on your back, me on you - kissing you, touching you. My tits dragging down your body. I arrive. I'm a little intimidated...thick, soooo thick. My mouth stretches as wide as it can...I wish it could open a little more. My lips and tongue sliding up and down your shaft, my fingers playing with your balls and ass hole. This isn't cutting it...vegan lube to the rescue. You mention you've never used lube with a hand job...you appreciate the efforts. "Ohhhh yeah, that feels good." I continue my attention on your cock, rubbing, sucking, tittie-fucking. Back in my mouth, quietly I hear "deeper, deeper" ....baby, I am choking on this can of a cock, my throat as relaxed as I can get it. My type-A, overachiever personality takes over. I look up. "I'm trying, I swear."
You smile at me, a devilish smile. The cock rings and magnum condom now in place you invite me up on you. You fill me, of course you do - I may have given birth but you still fill me. You guide and encourage my hips to grind and explore you inside me. I find my rhythm, arching my back, settling into full camel pose, you between my legs, your cock deep in my pussy, I cum. I start to move, and you stop me grabbing my hands, encouraging me to use your hands as anchor points. "Do it again, ride my cock and cum again." Yes, sir. I cum, again. Collapsing on you.
You sweetly ask, "missionary or doggie?"
"Doggie please."
I am flipped over my ass in the air...modified child's pose. You you are deep, your balls slapping my clit as you thrust into me. "Fuuuuuuck," my hands dig into the sheets and I push back onto you.
