I chatted up a few guys but was too scared to meet anyone in person. I mean, what kind of girl meets a guy just to fuck him? Well apparently, I do!I s...arted chatting with Jay, he seemed nice enough. He wanted to meet me on a Saturday at a local tourist trap. I agreed but seriously doubted that I would go. When that Saturday came around Jay called me about an hour before we were supposed to meet and got me VERY horny. He started telling me about all the nights he had masturbated to my pictures. It gave me a sweet pain.Nishant:- I wanted to kiss and bite your deep navel when I saw you in the crop top in the coffee shop. I loved it, and I wanted to suck it then and there. Better late than never.Saying so, he started sucking on my navel. He used his tongue on my clean and deep navel, making me moan in pleasure and pain. His hands were working on my melons nonstop.He licked and kissed and even bit the area around the navel, making it red. I rested my hands on the sofa edge near my head to. It is being stoked in and out of your pussy with ferocity, a hunger, a driven force! There are hands all over your body, mouths on your nipples and neck, cum all over you, a rock hard cock fucking your pussy and 2 dozen eyes watching you be treated like the whore you are. By now you know by its feel, it is my cock inside of you, pummeling your hot wet pussy. You hear me say, "You are MY wet slut, MY sexy girl, CUM for Daddy, you little whore". You hear our guests start to softly chant, "Fuck. You laugh at me and suggest I first swallow the overdue pills and clear my throat with the salty broth.While I do so you start asking the unpleasant questions right away, rubbing salt into the wound and savoring every moment of it: “The face you made staggering here looked like the expression of true regret. Was that your little walk of shame? It better be, if what you boasted about last night is true.”Your words hurt both my strained ears and my feelings. 'Why, oh why, do you have to rub in.