I love having a guy put his hand up my skirt to see how far I will go. Love seeing the expression on his face, when he discovers, I'm not wearing pant...es and have a shaved pussy. Short skirt, no panties. Sit down and spread my legs open to let a man peek at my pussy. Or pull up my skirt and flash my naked pussy. He asked me how much for a fuck? I laughed and said, FREE cause I'm cheating on my BF as pay back. I asked Do you live here. He said yes, but he had a male room-mate. I said more the. It’s a picture of me, on his tablet, with his lovely penis on top, dripping with cum... It still makes me excited to know that those pictures made him cum. Now here's the big reveal because this was just the beginning of my existence, but the moment I truly started to exist, truly started to live. Was the first time I had sex... Yes, when all this started me and my other half, we were still virgins... At 22 I had never touched a cock, never seen it in real life, nor shared my body with anybody,. That led us to having k**s. While our carefree k**less friends were going out of town, taking in shows, traveling to exotic place that you see in magazines, we were stuck home, while our friends dressed fancy, we dressed in mostly sweats. k**s are the greatest disaster, they are like an atomic bomb going off and the fallout is for the rest of your life. The only difference is that there are some good times sandwiched between long nights with little to no sleep. Honestly, I was miserable. On. I fucked her with wild abandon, all thoughts of virginity lost. Her hips met mine with every full hard thrust. With all control gone, my orgasm was on me before I was anywhere near ready for it. Luckily, Lacey’s was there as well and perfectly on time. She gave out with a loud yell a second after I gave a loud moaning groan and planted myself as deep as I would go. Our hips still rocked in perfect synchronization. As our hips slowed and finally stopped moving, I opened my eyes to look at.