Teen swallows
teen swallows
My personal
favorite was something of the reverse; she on her back on the bed, a
pillow under her ass, while I pumped her pussy. Conventional, but
satisfying. I did not get as deep that way, but the look of her in that
position, her tits swaying, her hair splayed out on the bed; well, let’s
just say it was magical in its own way.
Ann, of course, would do whatever I said.
That was the amazing part. We had met nearly every school-day
afternoon at her parent’s garage apartment for the past three weeks,
sucking and fucking for an hour or two, and it seemed that each day she
had become more and more willing. It had come down to the point that
when I arrived she was always there, always naked, and always eager to
get started immediately. On two occasions, on days when I’d been
slightly delayed, I could tell she had masturbated before I had
arrived. She wanted my dick, pure and simple. She’d even named it “Sir
Richard”, which she’d told me once as I was fitting it into her snug
cunt:
“Ohhhhhhhhh, now let’s get Sir Richard all the way in Ann’s little
pussy…”
My eyebrows had arched at that. “Sir Richard?”
“Push, push, mmmmmmmmmmm. Richard, love, as in ‘dick.’ Oh, hurry up,
and slide him alllllllllll the way inside me…”
That had been a week ago, and it seemed to me that she was by this time
as passionately interested in our situation as I was. If not more.