Just look at the damage he has done.**What do you mean?**I was always confused why you never had a boyfriend. Always thought guys were after you. Seen...plenty of them flirt and you flirt back. So why not?**I’ve been too scared.*My first time was a horror, and everything that happened was confusing. I mean pregnant at that age, I was lost and scared.**I’m sorry it happened to you. So that’s why you text so much?**Yeah, I’m actually really shy.*I was fidgeting on my bed concerned about opening up. We look around briefly, and then settle on a rock about waist high. My first thought was to enter you from the front, with you sitting on top of the rock, but it was just too high for that, and I admit I’m not exceptionally tall. Noting the look of disappointment (I know you adore that position and frontal entry), you hop down off the rock, bend over it, and wiggle your bottom at me. Now grinning, I can’t refuse such an invitation. Your pussy is hot and drenched and incredibly inviting as I. Dark jeans and a button down shirt, a coat and decent shoes. Then I called a cab and went off to a local bar/club to see what it was like. The club was pretty nice, Fridays they had random DJs and a pretty active dance floor. I'm not great on the dance floor. I take up a lot of room, and I don't know if anyone who could take me stepping on their feet. So I stayed near the bar, and watched. I couldn't help but hear David Attenborough narrating the action before me. "Here is a typical urban male.. By this point he was at full boiling point and slid himself under her."Fuck me like a good slut," he said, kissing her deep. Heather raised her body up and slid down on his unprotected dick, bottoming out and grinding her hips against his pelvis, forcing herself down. If there was any hesitation in her eyes, it was gone. She was all about pleasing him now. I could see his purple balls being slapped against the bed as she bounced up and down. The black handle of her butt plug didn't so much.