My Very Short Story Attempt (F/M)

She rode him slow. He sat semi reclined, supported by his hands behind him on his bed. She knew he wouldn’t last long and although he was unsure of what was about to happen next, it felt too good to stop her. She leaned back to give him a full view of her breasts. His breathing intensified as he studied her body and then looked back at her with a look of uncertain pleasure on his face.

“What’s…about to…happen??”, he got out between heavy breaths.

She could feel his nervous energy and no one could’ve blamed him. There were so many firsts happening for him.

“Don’t be afraid. You’re about to orgasm, sweetie. It’s completely normal”, she whispered as she continued slowly grinding on his cock. “It feels good now, but your cock is about to feel very intense. White stuff is going to spill out of it and it’s going to fill my vagina. It will last for a few seconds and”. He cut her off.

“Ungh, something’s happening! My wiener…”

She felt warmth inside her as his cock pulsed rapidly. His body lost it’s strength and he collapsed backwards on the bed. She rode him a little faster.

“It’s happening, baby. You’re cumming”, she said congratulatory, “good job.”

She felt his cock slowly relax and dismounted.

“I have to get back downstairs to the party. Your mom will start to wonder where I went.” She got dressed quickly as he ceased to move a muscle except to watch her walk towards the door. She stopped and walked quickly back to him. She kissed him on the cheek and opened his bedroom door.

“Happy late 18th birthday, sweetie.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sqhr59/my_very_short_story_attempt_fm

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