The only way to scratch my itch is to go deep, deep into my pussy with a large toy. My pretty panties must come off so that I douche and warm up for a...similar sized dong to my future lover’s huge cock. I used to be a size freak but realised that completely destroying my boi pussy would leave my man unsatisfied. He wants to feel tightness just like I want to feel stretched. Stretched is how I feel for probably sometime either side of an hour. Sometimes I smash my pussy as hard and fast as I can,. It was still morning. It was slow as usual, maybe because my town is a town that can be described as small and there are not so many guys around me. There were a few guys that started to chat with me. I can't remember now what we talked about, but either we had different interests or there was no place to meet. And then a guy sent me a message. I have talked with him a while back, but did not remember exactly what about. So we talked a bit and I refreshed my memory. He asked me if I want to. The man I followed asked me if I would like to do that and I nodded yes. He came over to me and told me to pull my shorts down and to get on all fours on the ground. I did as told and even though I was nervous and felt filthy, I did it and waited to see what it would feel like! He pulled his pants down and I felt his cock head press against my tiny virgin hole. He pushed it inside and I jumped a little and it hurt some but still felt good. He pumped me like a dog fucking and I felt nasty and. Gazing around the room through her haze and she is on a very large bed, in a maroon shaded room with soft lights, plush carpeting and walls covered in velvet. Stepping off the bed she’s a little shaken but she finds the bathroom. Washing her face, her brown hair is a mess, as she’s started by the reflection of the redhead in the mirror. She speaks softly “Oh good, you’re awake now. I wasn’t sure if this dose you got was too much. My name is Christy” Marissa replied “where am I?” Christy spoke.