"I'm so glad we're friends," she said.
I could never tell how sincere she was. She almost sounded sarcastic when she said it. There was a smile on her face but it always looked mischievous. Maybe I was biased since I had seen so much of her naughty side.
"Me too," I said, and squeezed her bony hip. She bit her lip and looked up at me. I gazed down at her and her girlish spaghetti straps resting on her pale shoulders. They didn't hide much; her petite body did have curves but they were very gradual and not pronounced. It was like a very flat rock you find at the beach, chiseled at points but mostly smooth. And she was small girl, the ballerina type, could probably fit comfortably in a suitcase. I looked into her face as I pinched her hip. Her demonic green eyes were always trying to tell me something, always trying to peek around the hallway corner of my thoughts.
"I like it when you touch me like that," she breathed.
"Yeah?"
"Yeahhh," she moaned a bit. She came up closer and put her hand and head on my chest. My hand slid down and cupped her tiny but visible butt and she cooed.
"You're mean," she pouted.
"Mean??"
"You're mean. You're getting me all wet and I just put on new panties!" she whined, hitting my chest incredibly softly.
We slid into our usual routine. She took off her saggy jeans and thong panties but kept her top on. She felt like she had too flat of a chest and didn't love displaying her breasts. That was fine with me, the sight of her tiny nipples erect through the fabric and her minuscule cleavage made her seem fragile. She got on her knees and started asking me questions while running her hands up my now throbbing bone, occasionally licking it with drooling tongue to make it wet.
"Do you like that?"
"Why do you like such a nasty little white girl playing with your dick, huh?"
"I like your big brown dick, _______."
"It smells so good, I can't wait to eat your cum."
"Are you gonna come on my face?"
"Do you like when I'm a naughty girl for you?"
"Do you like it when I'm a kyke whore for you, _____?"
"I'm a little slut, _____. Stroking your cock is making me gush…"
Eventually I unloaded all over her hot eager face. She had golden brown hair a big nose and a small red mouth and she looked beautiful, stupefied green eyes with my cum dripping down her. She took her fingers out of her pussy and I could see the drool-like slime trail leading to her nails. "Let me taste it, sweetie," I said. She giggled; she loved it when I called her sweetie. And she was marvelous at pretending to be nervous. She happily lent me her hand and I crouched down, my cock deflating a bit but still swinging and dripping. I smelled her fingers first. I could barely detect an aroma. I put them in my mouth and it tasted like salad dressing nectar. A foam fizzled in my brainpan and swept up my body. Before I knew it she was lying on the bed, legs spread as far as they could go, and my chin buried in her surprisingly pronounced pink labia, clicking my tongue with her fleshy button for what seemed like at least twenty minutes.
She grabbed my face and pulled me up from her lovely mess. "Put it in me," she whimpered over-dramatically. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth pouty but there was a laugh in her eyes. She knew guys liked it when she played the impatient little girl. I ripped open a condom and put it on my horizontal mass. She laid down obediently and lifted her legs back, held them by her underknees so she could be folded up compactly. I held her ankles, they were smaller than my wrists, and watched my dark cock plunge into her pale wet skin pool. Her lovely flapping pussy lips made sucking sounds as I began to pound her. Her face scrunched up and she looked angry and frustrated but moaned in a much higher pitch than she usually spoke and made noises like a yelping dog. "Stay still," she whimpered after a few minutes, and I did. She took over, and bounced all 95 pounds of herself into my cock, still folded up, squirming and cooing. "You nasty slut," I growled. "Yeah!!" she whimpered, and stopped and shuddered as an orgasm took her. It tightened her canal so much that I came as well, quivering and shouting as my brain activity dimmed and physical exhaustion clouded
I threw the condom out and lay next to her. She was still breathing heavily. I laid my head on her tiny collarbone and she put a lazy arm around me.
"Mm.._____, I'm so glad we're friends," she sighed after catching her breath. I didn't say anything. But I knew that I was lucky to have such a lovely ballerina willing to perform for me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1nwaj3/college_ballerina
awesome :)