The First

My Story Time:

Okay bet, so my long-distance bae finally flew in, and we're parked up during this insane rainstorm, windows totally fogged. He's this 6'4" sporty king, all muscles and trying to play it cool, but I'm 5'7" of curves in these glasses and I'm feeling my main character energy. The vibe was so tense, I was like, "You've been ghosting my texts but you can't stop looking at my tits, can you?" He got all flustered and was like, "Stop it," but his dick was already hard against his jeans. No cap, I leaned over and just started kissing him, and he totally melted. He picked me up and put me on his lap and I could feel every inch of him through our clothes. I started grinding on his cock, and feeling him get even harder made me so wet. We were kissing so aggressively, gasping for air, and when he pulled back to touch my lip, I high-key saw my chance. I grabbed his wrists, pulled the seatbelt across them and buckled him in. He was literally trapped. I kept grinding, and he was begging, "Please, stop, I'm gonna cum," and I just laughed, like, the brattiest laugh ever. We ran to his room, music low, mood lighting popping. I pushed him onto the bed and slowly took off my clothes, throwing each piece at his face. Then I crawled over him, undid his black shirt button by button, and finally went down, unzipping his pants with my teeth. I rode him in missionary so deep, his hands all over my waist, my thighs, my back, worshipping every part of me. I came so hard seeing his face, and right as he finished, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I own you now." Period.