I was being drilled by a much older man's stunningly large cock at the culmination of an amazing day. My name is Makkaila and this is how I became an ...dult.It was late July and I had just graduated high school a few weeks prior. I was the class Valedictorian, captain of the golf team and yearbook editor. My perky 34 C boobs and tight, fit little bum were always covered with clothes from the Banana Republic. I never had a blonde hair out of place and my nails and makeup were always impeccably. We tumbled over the front seats into the luxurious, broad leather back seat. He held my face and kissed me, and stroked my hair. His hands moved down around my body and he stroked my breasts under my shirt. We rolled about, kissing, fondling, and undressing. I can’t remember if I took my skirt off, or if he did, but I found him slowly caressing my inner thigh with his tongue. He fondled my pussy through my panties and I knew they were dripping wet. Then he pulled the panties to one side and. I went to the kitchen and poured him a glass and walked towards the hall to serve him. As I walked the slits of my petticoat separated revealing my shapely legs till just below my pussy and my huge breasts bounced up and down.I had to bend forward to serve him water and while I did that he got a fantastic view of my almost naked breasts except my nipples. He was now staring openly at my breasts even though he knew that I was seeing him and on purpose he took a while to pick up his glass. After. I consoled her by wiping her tears and said, “kuch nahi hoga bharosa rakhiye mujh pe. Aap jis jis khusiyan ki hakdar hai main sab aapko dunga. Aapko pura satisfy karunga. Jaise bhi jab bhi bologi main aapke pass hi rahunga.” With this, she started getting comfortable and said with a smile, “Baht badmas ban gaya hai tu. Pichle kuch mahino se tere harkato se pata chal rha tha par kuch bol nahi pa rhi thi.”. Me: Tabhi to mami aap pe itna line mar rha than a. Aapne itna der laga di samajhne.