"Mind if I show up at seven? My parents want me back by eleven." I called back to say that seven would be fine, and that I'd see her then.She appeared...promptly at seven with a videotape in her hand. "I found something you should like," she announced."Great. You can come help me with the other part of the evening."She followed me into the living room. "Don't tell me, you haven't set the table yet?" Only because I was waiting for your artistic touch." Flattered, I'm sure. Is everything still in. I started wearing vest and boxers in the house. I am an athlete since my school days itself. I also have six pack abs. When she inquired me why I was wearing only vest and boxers,I said that it’s too hot and asked her ain't I stylish? "All actors who have good body like me wear these at homes, in movies" and she laughed. She told me that i am naughty boy. I then slowly started roaming only in my boxers. People say that I am really good looking. So, me being good looking and having good body. Then I felt his cock nudging my arsehole ....''Ready Bitch Boy'' he snarled I wimpered as he lined his cock up with my hole and in one violent shove entered me. He held my hips and thrust back and forth giving me no time to adjust to his girth ''Like it Bitch Boy'' he sneered as he began thrusting harder and plunging deeper into my arsehole. Oh God it felt soooo good ..... I needed a good fucking and Oh boy was Harry going to give me one. He thrust and ground his hips making me wince time and. She paused, aware of him sliding deeper into her body. The ache was still there, but it was muting. The sliding felt good, and she caught her breath, not sure that he could get more into her, amazed that he could, and hoping that he wouldn't stop.Finally he did, though, and she let out a gust of air, surprised that she'd been holding it. Things felt... weird. She couldn't put it to words, and she wasn't sure the words existed. She felt stuffed, and overwhelmed, and turned on, all at the same.