His rhythm was slow and gentle and then he worked up to a speed of a steam engine in full power mode. He rode me so fast, furious, and hard that with ...ach stroke he massaged my prostrate and I shot my load.We have met several times; he moves around a lot and each house I am invited to come and baptise his bedroom with my presence. The routine is always the same, I come in, get undressed lie on his bed, he fucks about with his phone and monitor in search for porn and then we settle down to. ”“Smartass. Who are you thinking about? You don’t have a girlfriend.”“You’re underestimating my power of imagination and do you seriously think I don’t know any girls?”“Who’s in your mind at the moment?” She asked.“IDK. Maybe a classmate or a teacher.” I wasn’t sure that I should say her name. “And why are you so curious? Huh?”“Just asking.”I could smell her. The gap between us was hardly three inches. My dick was in an upward position where my waistband effectively grasped the tip, thus. He twisted his body, but couldn’t move to see her while she was beneath his abdomen. “Just getting warmed up.” She replied, sounding more confident than she felt. She had flings in the past, but she wasn’t sure how similar they could be. Eira resumed stroking him, her hand becoming slick with the fluid that seeped from the shaft. She was growing wet herself, rubbing her clit with her other hand. The heat and arousal spreading through her body drove off the chill and any lingering nervous. Then there's the shapeliness of your calves and thighs that not onlygave me a lot of pleasure in person, but have given me hours of delightas I recall massaging your legs. I remember slowly working my handstoward your ever so enticing ass as I massaged your legs, but when Icrawled on top of you for the first time and moved the focus of mymassage toward your ass, with my balls pressing firmly against the backof your smooth and slippery legs, my resistance to place my hard cockinto the oiled.