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Porn Stories First bite

Porn Stories First bite


Porn Stories First bite

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**My First Time with Andleeb**

We’d been dancing around it for months—stealing glances, brushing hands, the way she’d bite her lip when I caught her staring. Andleeb was my best friend’s cousin, and every time she visited, my stomach twisted into knots. She was gorgeous—long black hair, dark eyes that held secrets, and a laugh that made my chest ache.

Tonight was different. We were alone at my place, the dim glow of the TV casting shadows over her face as we sat too close on the couch. The air smelled like her perfume—something sweet and floral, something I’d caught lingering on my clothes after she hugged me before.

“You nervous?” she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah. You?”

She smirked, shifting closer until her knee pressed against mine. “A little.”

Our first kiss was slow, hesitant—just lips brushing together before she deepened it, her tongue sliding against mine. My hands found her waist, pulling her onto my lap, and suddenly she was straddling me, grinding her hips down just enough to make my cock twitch in my jeans.

“Fuck,” I gasped into her mouth.

Andleeb pulled back, her breath ragged. “You ever done this before?”

I shook my head, heat crawling up my neck.

She cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek. “Me neither. Let’s figure it out together.”

Her hands made quick work of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders before tugging her own over her head. Her tits were perfect—full, heavy in my palms, the nipples already hard as I rolled them between my fingers. She moaned, arching into my touch as I leaned down to suck one into my mouth, laving my tongue over the stiff peak until her fingers tangled in my hair.

“God, yes,” she whimpered.

I fumbled with the button of her jeans, yanking them down her hips along with her panties. Her pussy was bare, slick, the folds glistening under the dim light. I dragged a finger through her wetness, groaning at how hot and tight she felt already.

Andleeb’s breath hitched. “Touch me. Please.”

I circled her clit with my thumb, slow at first, then faster as her hips jerked against my hand. She was so responsive—every flick of my fingers made her gasp, her thighs trembling around me.

“I want to taste you,” I muttered, sliding off the couch to kneel between her legs.

Her eyes went wide, but she nodded, spreading herself for me.

I licked a slow stripe up her slit, savoring the tang of her arousal. She tasted incredible, her clit swollen under my tongue as I sucked it gently. Her back arched off the couch, a broken moan tearing from her throat as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—” Her thighs clamped around my head as she came, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

I kissed my way back up her body, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. Andleeb reached between us, popping the button and yanking my jeans down, freeing my dick. Her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly as I groaned.

“You sure?” I panted.

She nodded, guiding me to her entrance. “I want you. All of you.”

I pressed inside her slowly, the heat of her making my head spin. She was so tight, her walls clamping around me as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I choked out, hips stuttering.

Andleeb wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Move. Please.”

I thrust into her, the slick sound of our bodies filling the room. She met me stroke for stroke, her nails digging into my back as I fucked her harder, faster. The couch creaked under us, but neither of us cared—not when she was gasping my name, not when I could feel her clenching around me again.

“I’m close,” I warned, my balls tightening.

She kissed me, messy and desperate. “Come inside me.”

That was all it took. My hips jerked as I came, filling her, her own orgasm crashing over her a second later. Her pussy milked me through it, both of us shaking as we clung to each other.

When I finally pulled out, she curled against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin.

“So,” she murmured, smirking up at me. “Still nervous?”

I laughed, kissing the top of her head. “Nah. Just addicted.”

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