’ ‘So far,’ she said, playing along, giving him a look that conveyed sarcasm at best, contempt at worst for the whole meet market thing. ‘Now ...ell me you detest these things as much as me. At least we’ll have that in common.’ ‘Detest is a strong word. I will say it’s not my scene either, to quote you. I’m here to keep Toby company is all.’ Catching her look of skepticism, he added, ‘No, really.’ ‘Like me, along for the ride, huh?’ ‘Yes, but I can’t say I’d mind meeting someone special to. I readily accepted her request and we started chatting. Our chats went on and on. We used to chat almost daily. This happened for almost 10 days. In this process, I easily made out that she was not happy. She always used to change the topic when I asked her saying I am too young to understand. But then I used to console her for what is happening and would cheer up saying everything would be sorted out. Then the chat started getting interesting day by day. Eventually, it went to her asking about. I looked forward to fucking this face, to riding it with my eager vagina. I wanted us to both be fully stimulate and filled this morning. My next reach was for the lubricant that would allow the toys I had laid out to easily be inserted. Squirting a liberally amount onto my fingers, I reached down under his throbbing cock and massaged the lubricant into his open asshole. As I did he slightly raised his hips, allowing even easier access for my fingers as I rubbed lubricant into him. With a. It makes me feel like a slut. I want to make you cum but I’m also doing it for me”. “I want you to be a slut for me,” I told her. “Like this?” She asked, lifting her ass off me until the lips of her pussy were around the tip of my cock before sliding back down over and over. “Is that slutty enough for you? Feeling my pussy ride your cock? The groan that came from my lips gave her the answer. “Fuck me, Stacy. Fuck me harder,” I said, pushing my hips up on her down stroke. She started moving.