it on
with one hand like a pro before taking his cock and, at last, guiding it into
my pussy.
We both let out a gasp; fireworks were exploding
inside my head. I heard him groan as I began moving my hips up and down and
then around in a circular motion. I loved the way he filled me up, the way it
felt to move sideways, and to feel him move with me. I leaned back and put my
hands on his muscular thighs. As I gently rode his cock, his hands roamed my
body. He was a master at this, and if he’d wanted to, he could have become a
professional gigolo. My mind once again began to wander towards how one gets so
good at something, but then he groped my breasts again, and my mind was blank
once more. He pinched my nipples hard, then ran his hand down between my legs,
and nearly drove me crazy playing with my clit as his cock moved in and out of
me.
Tristan suddenly stopped and said, “Stand up.” I
didn’t want to. I didn’t want to take his cock out of me. I twisted my face
into a pout and he whispered, “I want you in the bed,” when he saw the look of
reluctance there.
Against my will, I moved gently off him, watching
his dick fall out of me as I struggled to my feet. My knees were weak and my
thighs were quivering. I wasn’t sure if I could even walk. Tristan put his arms
around me from behind and nudged me into the bedroom. He used his arm to sweep
a pile of laundry off the bed and then he laid me back on it. It smelled even
more like weed in there, and I’d probably be high just from inhaling the fumes.
At that moment, I didn’t care. Taking my ankles in his hands and placing one on
each of his shoulders he let his cock plunge inside of me, driving it into my
depths.
I let out a little cry of shock and then I moaned
loudly as he took control. His face looked intense as he pushed and pulled
himself in and out of my sopping, wet pussy. It was almost as erotic watching
him as it was feeling him…almost.
“Rub your clit,” he grunted out as our hips ground
against each other. I didn’t argue. I had no desire to refuse anything he
suggested. I slid my hand down between us and put my fingers on my swollen
nub. He slid his arm underneath me to
hold my hips up further off the bed as he fucked me and I rubbed my most
sensitive area.
Suddenly, he pulled out and my eyes flew open to
search his face for an answer. He grinned and said, “We’re not even halfway
there babe.” It was the name of a song on one of his albums, and for some silly
reason, it caused me to become even more excited. It reminded me that I was
fucking Tristan Rogers from the Uptown Boyz . I felt fifteen again.
He pulled my legs over to the side and then flipped
me over on my stomach. I felt him run his hands across my ass, grabbing my
cheeks and squeezing tightly. His cock was brushing against me and I tried to
wiggle my hips and catch it. I wanted it back inside of me.
He lifted my hips off the bed. Then he pressed his
cock against the lips of my pussy and sunk his cock back deep inside of me,
hitting bottom as he began to fuck me slowly. He reached around and began
manipulating my clit as he did. I think that was what was so amazing about sex
with Tristan. It was like he knew how amazing it felt when he touched me there.
I began to groan and as the sounds I was making increased
in volume, Tristan began to pump harder and faster. I was just about to cum
when he pulled out again. I cried out in frustration and, when I realized what
he was doing, I almost cried out for another reason altogether.
He pushed his cock, slick and hot with my juices,
into my anal opening. He went slow, taking his time as he again played with my
clit. Once he got going, it was a cross between a slight bit of pain and
excruciating pleasure. I had to bite down on the pillow in front of me to keep
from screaming.
I had never felt anything like it and all I could
think was that I wanted more.
He continued to move slowly, allowing me to become
accustomed to the
with one hand like a pro before taking his cock and, at last, guiding it into
my pussy.
We both let out a gasp; fireworks were exploding
inside my head. I heard him groan as I began moving my hips up and down and
then around in a circular motion. I loved the way he filled me up, the way it
felt to move sideways, and to feel him move with me. I leaned back and put my
hands on his muscular thighs. As I gently rode his cock, his hands roamed my
body. He was a master at this, and if he’d wanted to, he could have become a
professional gigolo. My mind once again began to wander towards how one gets so
good at something, but then he groped my breasts again, and my mind was blank
once more. He pinched my nipples hard, then ran his hand down between my legs,
and nearly drove me crazy playing with my clit as his cock moved in and out of
me.
Tristan suddenly stopped and said, “Stand up.” I
didn’t want to. I didn’t want to take his cock out of me. I twisted my face
into a pout and he whispered, “I want you in the bed,” when he saw the look of
reluctance there.
Against my will, I moved gently off him, watching
his dick fall out of me as I struggled to my feet. My knees were weak and my
thighs were quivering. I wasn’t sure if I could even walk. Tristan put his arms
around me from behind and nudged me into the bedroom. He used his arm to sweep
a pile of laundry off the bed and then he laid me back on it. It smelled even
more like weed in there, and I’d probably be high just from inhaling the fumes.
At that moment, I didn’t care. Taking my ankles in his hands and placing one on
each of his shoulders he let his cock plunge inside of me, driving it into my
depths.
I let out a little cry of shock and then I moaned
loudly as he took control. His face looked intense as he pushed and pulled
himself in and out of my sopping, wet pussy. It was almost as erotic watching
him as it was feeling him…almost.
“Rub your clit,” he grunted out as our hips ground
against each other. I didn’t argue. I had no desire to refuse anything he
suggested. I slid my hand down between us and put my fingers on my swollen
nub. He slid his arm underneath me to
hold my hips up further off the bed as he fucked me and I rubbed my most
sensitive area.
Suddenly, he pulled out and my eyes flew open to
search his face for an answer. He grinned and said, “We’re not even halfway
there babe.” It was the name of a song on one of his albums, and for some silly
reason, it caused me to become even more excited. It reminded me that I was
fucking Tristan Rogers from the Uptown Boyz . I felt fifteen again.
He pulled my legs over to the side and then flipped
me over on my stomach. I felt him run his hands across my ass, grabbing my
cheeks and squeezing tightly. His cock was brushing against me and I tried to
wiggle my hips and catch it. I wanted it back inside of me.
He lifted my hips off the bed. Then he pressed his
cock against the lips of my pussy and sunk his cock back deep inside of me,
hitting bottom as he began to fuck me slowly. He reached around and began
manipulating my clit as he did. I think that was what was so amazing about sex
with Tristan. It was like he knew how amazing it felt when he touched me there.
I began to groan and as the sounds I was making increased
in volume, Tristan began to pump harder and faster. I was just about to cum
when he pulled out again. I cried out in frustration and, when I realized what
he was doing, I almost cried out for another reason altogether.
He pushed his cock, slick and hot with my juices,
into my anal opening. He went slow, taking his time as he again played with my
clit. Once he got going, it was a cross between a slight bit of pain and
excruciating pleasure. I had to bite down on the pillow in front of me to keep
from screaming.
I had never felt anything like it and all I could
think was that I wanted more.
He continued to move slowly, allowing me to become
accustomed to the
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