"I'll sleep on here tonight, Cheyanne." I told her, indicating the lounge."No Brian, you can sleep with me, so long as you behave yourself." She giggl...d.That shocked me; I wasn't expecting Cheyanne to offer her bed to me. As Cheyanne used the toilet to freshen herself up a bit, I stripped off and got into her bed. Cheyanne walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a nightie. She slipped into bed and gave me a kiss on the cheek."Good night, Brian." she said turning away from me."Night. I rose up over her moving my manhood close to her womanhood. She rose up to meet me and she was open ready for me. I went inside her. She was very tight and wet. She was moaning like she was hurt. I stopped. She said “keep going it feels good.” As I was moving inside I felt resistance. It was her hymen. I pushed through and she cried out. I stopped again. After a couple of minutes she said “don’t stop I want it all.” Her head was rolling side to side. He hips were thrusting up to force me. This signal of her arousal does not go un-noticed. He sees hey breasts hanging softly against her chest, slightly parting with their weight. He nipples becoming ridged. He aches to touch them, but knows that the moment he touches her, the moment is lost. He stands there admiring her soft breasts, the skin tight, nipples now fully erect. He imagines himself licking them gently, his saliva glistening of her quivering nipples. Imagines biting them, the soft sensation of his teeth rolling over. Her hands found their way to his stomach somehow and even as she pushed away from him, she noted how much she liked the feel of his skin beneath her palm. He was solid and warm, with a faint trail of blondish hair running from his navel down into his pants. Suddenly her mind flashed with what his cock might look like with that golden hair surrounding it. Her green eyes went wide at the direction of her thoughts. He was smiling at her, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and something else..