It was 6.25pm and the light was just beginning to fade as I pulled my car into the McDonalds car park. I found a space as far away from the restaurant as I could, parked, and switched off the engine. I was five minutes early, and even though I wasn’t sure if she would show up, I was nervous, my heart beating fast and hard enough that I was aware of it. I took my hands off the steering wheel and wiped them on my trousers in an attempt to dry the sweatiness from my palms.
Nothing I was doing was illegal, but that didn’t change the fact that I knew it was wrong. There I was, a man in his mid-forties, sitting waiting on a girl who had only recently turned eighteen. Nothing that would get me in trouble with the law, but definitely something that would be shocking to anyone who knew me. It’s why I had been happy to leave the house three hours earlier and drive so far. I didn’t know anyone in this town, but still, you bump into people you know unexpectedly in all sorts of random places. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and said a silent prayer that this wouldn’t be one of those days.
The digital clock on the dashboard showed 6.28pm – just two minutes to go until our arranged meeting time. My whole body began to tremble and shiver even though I had the heating in the car turned up high. I tensed my muscles in an effort to control it, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Yeah, it was nerves, but it was also adrenaline and excitement. I had waited so long, been down so many dead ends, spent so much wasted time online in conversations that ultimately led nowhere. Truthfully, I was still fully expecting her not to show. I had already decided I would wait until 7pm, and if there was no sign of her then I would start my three hour drive home.
I had found Alison in an online forum about Daddies and Littles. It wasn’t a kink I was particularly interested in, but it did seem to be one that gave me the best chance of meeting a much younger girl, so I sent messages and tried to engage with every girl who was there. I know that sounds desperate and probably creepy as fuck, but what can I tell you – I wanted to feel a young, teen pussy again just once in my life. I wanted to remember those times when I was a teenager myself, making out in the back of a car, my hand in the panties of a girl the same age as me. I didn’t realise at the time just how precious those encounters were. I don’t think anyone does, do they? When you’re a teenage boy pretty much all the pussy you experience is teenage pussy. It’s just what pussy is. You don’t know that for the rest of your life the chances of getting to touch, taste and fuck something so tight and sweet are going to fade away until eventually they’re just a memory you masturbate to.
I wanted – just once more in my life – to experience that again.
Fucking women my own age was fine, but it wasn’t the same. My wife was a good fuck, always willing to try new things, and from talking to my friends I knew we had one of the better sex lives in our social group. Maybe that should have been enough, but it wasn’t. I wanted to be with someone who hadn’t done it often enough that the nervous excitement had gone. Ideally I wanted to be the first one to touch her sexually, to hear her breathing become almost frantic, to listen to her gasp the first time my fingers slipped into her panties and slid between tight little pussy lips. I wanted to relive all those times from my youth, but this time with the knowledge of how rare and special it was as I was doing it.
Do I sound like a creepy older guy trying to justify what he was doing? Maybe I am, but I don’t care. Being with a teenage girl had turned into an obsession, and I was going to try my hardest to make it happen.
The internet is what made it possible. Without that I am certain I would have stayed as just another guy, sneakily eyeing up any teen girls who came into my orbit. I pitied the men who had gone before me who didn’t have access to such a fucking incredible resource. Where else can a middle-aged man make contact with literally hundreds of girls without risking the people in his life ever finding out?
Like I said though, it had taken effort, and there had been lots of disappointments. Most of the girls never even replied to my first message. Of those that did, the majority of the conversations didn’t lead anywhere, despite my best efforts. Some were too shy, some were just there to tease, and some just plain weren’t interested. But I knew it was a numbers game. Keep sending those messages, and eventually I’d find what I was hungry for.
It turned out her name was Alison, she was eighteen, and she lived a three hour drive away.
She was shy, which I liked, but also keen enough that I could talk my way around her seeming reluctance. When I turned the conversation sexual she didn’t stop contact. I asked her the questions, and she gave me the answers. I knew she was a virgin, that she considered herself a bit of an outcast, and that she had a kink for older men. I’m not a particularly handsome man. My hair is greying at the edges, my stomach has a definite roundness, and what looks I did have in my youth have faded as I got older. But when I sent her my photo she said that I was ‘cute’. When she in turn sent me a photo of her (it took a lot of gentle but persistent convincing on my part) I was delighted by what I saw.
It was a picture taken standing in front of a full length mirror in her room. You could tell from the photo that she was nervous taking it, one hand by her side clenched into a fist, her posture rigid, like she was standing as straight as she could, trying to present herself in the best way possible. She was holding her phone in such a way that her face was covered, but let’s be honest – her face was the last thing I was interested in. In the image she was wearing tight black yoga pants that looked painted onto her slightly chubby legs. Her hips were soft and perfectly round, she had a little bit of a tummy, and the white t-shirt she wore showed me that her tits were medium sized. Brown curly hair fell to just below her shoulders, and I could just about make out that she was wearing glasses. But her hair, her glasses, her face, were all just extra details. The only thing that mattered to me was that wrapped up nice and snug in those yoga pants was a teenage pussy that had never been touched by anyone but her. If I zoomed the photo in and squinted I could convince myself that I could make out the bulge of it between her legs.
We spoke for a couple of weeks before arranging to meet, and in those two weeks whenever I fucked my wife it was Alison I was thinking about. When I emptied my balls inside her I was thinking about how it would feel to be filling a pussy so tight that it felt like it was sucking on my cock.
I glanced at the clock and saw it was 6.38pm. She was late, and I was starting to think it was going to be a let down. She had told me several times that she wasn’t sure she would definitely come, and each time I had played the part of the gentle, caring guy who told her that if she didn’t feel comfortable then it was absolutely fine. Don’t worry about it. I wont be angry. I want you to feel safe and relaxed, and if you have any doubts then that’s fine. But… we both know how much we want this, and it would be a pity if you didn’t turn up and then regretted it…
Coaxing her into agreeing to meet me had been an incredibly powerful sexual experience in itself. Choosing the right words, keeping up a tempo that was insistent without being too pressured, watching for the warning signs that she was having doubts and switching tactics accordingly; it was a game that made me hard. I had managed to get her to send me a photo of her in just her panties, but she had outright refused to show me her pussy, or even just her tits. Part of me was angry that she refused, but if she did show up to the meeting then I figured seeing her little hole for the first time in the flesh would make it worth the wait.
6.45pm. It was beginning to feel like a certainty that she had stood me up, and I was already starting to make my peace with it. And then there, standing outside the restaurant doors and looking like a frightened rabbit, was Alison.
My cock instantly began to thicken and harden.
She looked like she might turn and leave at any second, so before she got the chance I opened the door and walked towards her. She saw me coming and her eyes widened. She looked quickly around, like she was trying to find an escape route, but I kept closing the distance. For my own part, any concerns of being spotted by someone I knew had completely disappeared. I was being led almost completely by my cock, and the sexual urges that drove me.
“Hi,” I said as I reached her, trying to keep the animalistic excitement I was feeling from my voice. “Wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”
She looked around again and I took the opportunity to glance quickly over her young body. Just as I’d asked, she was wearing the same yoga pants, the lycra material clinging tightly to every curve of her legs. Her top half has covered by a grey hoodie that disguised most of her shape, but still revealed the twin bumps of her tits. I resisted the urge to smell the air and try to get a hint of the scent of her pussy. If she had followed all of my instructions, I knew that under those pants she would be wearing simple white cotton panties, her pussy wrapped in the soft material.
“Hey,” she said, clearly nervous. “Hi. You alright?”
“I’m better now,” I said, and smiled at her as gently as I could. I knew this was a key moment, and I had to relax her as much as possible. No pushing; just calmness and an easy-going demeanour. “You look nervous, Alison.” I laughed. “Honestly, like I said, I’m not a pervert. Just a normal average guy. But if you’re having second thoughts then you know it’s absolutely fine if you want to go. I’ll just head back to my car, you go your way, and that’ll be that. No bad feelings from me, I swear.”
I watched her face (too much make-up on in an attempt to hide a few acne scars, but still very girly and cute as fuck) as she weighed up her options. She continued to glance around and over my shoulder. Maybe it was her who was nervous of meeting someone she knew?
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. I did warn you I’d be nervous though!”
It was true – she had. It was something that turned me on a lot.
“I know you did, and like I said, it’s okay. Expected, really. But there’s really no need to be. We can say hello then goodbye right here, or we can go inside and eat and chat, or, if you want, we can go and sit in my car. Whatever you feel more comfortable with.”
“Can we sit in your car?” she asked, and I fought the urge to fist pump.
“Only if you’re sure you’re okay with that.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I think I’d rather that. I keep thinking I’m going to see someone from school. But, we’ll just sit in your car, right? Like, stay here? I don’t want to drive anywhere. Is that okay?”
“Alison, whatever you want is okay. And I know I don’t need to say this, but the doors will stay unlocked, and if at any time you want to get out you just pull the handle and leave. Okay?”
She nodded and bit her lip. Fuck, how I wanted to see her do that while I was buried in her hole right up to my balls.
“Mine is the silver BMW,” I said, pointing it out to her. I hoped that she didn’t notice that I had parked in the furthest away corner of the car park with the front and side of the car tight against a thick hedge.
We started walking, neither of us talking. I slowed down and let her get a few steps in front of me, looking at her perfectly chubby little ass, delighted to see the outline of her panties beneath the material. One side of them was higher up than the other, presumably because the material was tucked slightly into her ass cheeks on one side. That made me think about her puckered little asshole, hidden beneath, just waiting to be licked and fingered and stretched and fucked.
I squeezed my cock, got control of myself, and sped up until we were walking side by side.
“I don’t have long,” she said. “Is that okay? I told my parents I’d be back by eight.”
“Of course it’s okay. We’ll just sit and chat for a few minutes and then you’ll go when you need to go. Last thing I want is you getting in trouble.”
“Yeah,” she said, giving me a sideways glance. “I know you prefer me to be a good girl…”
It was the first hint of anything sexual from her and it came as a surprise. Maybe she wasn’t going to be quite as reluctant to go further than I’d thought. Today was never meant to be me fucking her. It was supposed to be an ice-breaker more than anything. We’d meet in a public place, chat for a few minutes, she’d see I wasn’t going to kidnap her or anything like that, then if we both got on we’d arrange to meet again at a later date. That was the plan. Obviously I was hoping for more, but I wasn’t going to risk not fucking that little pussy in the future by coming on too strong the first time we met. I needed to be patient if I was going to get what I wanted.
“I know that you are a good girl,” I said, playfully bumping my shoulder against hers.
She giggled, colour blossoming on her cheeks and neck. I wanted to bite her and listen to her squeal in pleasure in pain. The battle to restrain myself was getting more and more intense.
We reached the car and I opened the passenger side door. This time, as she squeezed past me and into the seat, I did take a deep inhale of breath. She smelled of cheap perfume, washing detergent, shampoo and maybe (although it might have just been my imagination) underneath it all the slightest hint of the tang of her pussy. I closed the door behind her and practically jogged round to the other side and jumped in.
Inside the car was like another world. There we were cut off from the background noise and hubbub of families and couples going in and out of the restaurant. It was like being enclosed in our own little private booth, despite the windows all around. I took the car key and placed it on the dashboard in front of her.
“There. No chance of me starting the car and stealing you.”
She giggled again, the flesh of her thighs jiggling slightly as she did. From my viewpoint I could follow the shape of her thighs right up until they disappeared beneath the few inches of her hoodie that lay frustratingly over her pussy. I wanted to lift it up so that I could see the soft, ripe bulge of her, but I knew I needed to be more patient than that.
“I know you’re not really going to kidnap me or anything,” she said. “But, you have to see how I need to be careful, right? You read about girls being taken all the time. I know you’re not like that, but even so.”
“No,” I said, agreeing with her. “You’re right. I know I’m not a danger to you, but you didn’t really know that until you met me. I know I keep saying it, but genuinely, I do understand why you would be nervous.”
“Thank you. And if it means anything, I’m less nervous now than I was when we met. Honestly, I was just about to leave when you walked over. Almost never ever left the house actually.”
“Well I’m glad you’re a bit more relaxed, and I’m even more glad you did leave the house. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you all week.”
“Me too.”
“So when do you need to go?” I asked, keen to know how long I had so that I knew how hard to push her.
“I can stay for twenty minutes. I wish it was longer, but next time will be better.”
The clock in the car said it was 6.50pm. Twenty minutes was much less than I was hoping for, but I didn’t let the disappointment show too much on my face. Instead, I turned around in the seat so that I was facing her, at the same time surreptitiously pulling my top up a little so that the shape of my dick, hard in my trousers, was obvious. She stayed exactly as she was, sitting facing forwards and looking out through the windscreen.
“Do you remember what we spoke about?” I asked her, my voice soft and smooth despite the growing excitement. “What you said you would wear for me?”
Her head dipped a little and she nodded.
“Did you… did you wear them?”
I watched her chest rise and fall quicker, thinking about how those tight teen tits would feel, about how amazing it would be to pull them out and suck on her pink little nipples right there and then.
She nodded again, rubbed her hands down the side of her thighs.
“You’re so sexy, Alison. Do you know that?”
“I’m really not,” she said.
“Seriously?! How can you say that? I bet you’ve got boys chasing after you constantly.”
“Nope,” she said flatly. “Nothing like it.”
“Then they’re idiots,” I said. “Blind idiots in fact.”
That got a tiny smile.
“Nah, not really. There’s just lots of girls my age who are much prettier.”
“Alison,” I said. “Look at me.”
She kept staring straight ahead, so I repeated what I said and slowly she turned to look at me. I could hear how heavily she was breathing, could almost feel the heat of her breath on my face.
6.53pm
“Look at my lap,” I said when she was fully facing me. “Don’t be shy. Just look.”
She glanced down and I watched her eyes widen a little. I reached down and pressed the material of my trousers tight against the shaft of my cock, making the shape and size of it as obvious as I could without pulling it out, which I thought might have been a step too far.
“This is because of you,” I said simply. “Ever since I saw you, I’ve been hard. You can see it with your own eyes. And if you weren’t sexy, then why would I be hard?”
“I don’t know,” she said, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear the words. She kept staring though. Kept staring at my cock with that wide-eyed look on her cute little face. She seemed entranced by it.
A car pulled into the space beside us, breaking the spell, Alison looking away. We sat in silence as a fat couple dragged themselves out of their vehicle, took too long getting jackets from their backseat, then eventually waddled away towards the restaurant.
6.56pm
“Do you want to see it properly,” I asked as soon as they were gone.
Alison didn’t answer, just kept looking straight ahead.
“Alison?”
“I don’t know. Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know. I do but I don’t, if that makes sense?”
The couple arriving had spooked her. I needed to work to get her head back where I wanted it.
“You mean you do, but you’re scared anyone else sees me showing you it? Is that it?”
She nodded quickly, still refusing to look in my direction. She was bumping her knees together softly, and I guessed it was some sort of coping mechanism she did whenever she got really nervous or scared. All I could think about was seeing those innocent little white panties she was wearing. I wanted to know if they were getting wetter as we spoke. Mostly, I wanted to slide my hand into them, push a finger into her hole, then suck her juices off of it. I bet she tasted sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted in my life.
“Okay, then how about Daddy takes his thing out but hides it with his jacket then lets you see it when we’re sure no one else is looking?”
I chose the words very carefully. We’d had a few mild cyber sex conversations where she revealed to me that calling a man ‘Daddy’ was a huge turn on for her. I’d been waiting for the right time to slip it into the conversation.
“If you want… Daddy,” she said in a voice that sounded almost childish.
Before she could change her mind, I reached into the backseat, grabbed the jacket that was lying there and placed it on my lap. Then, quickly, I unbuckled my trousers and pulled my cock out. The tip of it was wet, and the cooler air in the car felt nice on it. I looked around, making it obvious I was doing so, wanting her to see me do it. When I was certain no one was coming or looking I spoke to her again.
7.00pm
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She turned her slowly until she was back staring at my crotch and then she nodded.
As soon as she did I lifted the jacket away and revealed my cock to her. Ideally I would have let her look at it for as long as she wanted before taking things further, but that clock was ticking down to the moment when she would have to leave, and short of actually kidnapping her there was no way I could stop that. I could, however, get as much as possible in the remaining ten minutes. Just a taste. If I got that today then I would be happy enough.
I reached out and took hold of her wrist. She flinched when I touched her, and resisted me pulling her hand towards my dick for a second or two, but eventually she let me guide her onto my straining cock. I wrapped her hand around my shaft, mine over the top of hers, and then began to slowly slide her up and down my length. Her skin felt hot and soft and incredible. For the first few strokes I had to keep a good grip of her, but after that I let go and she kept rubbing me on her own. It’s embarrassing, but I had to fight the urge to cum right there and then. She was so innocent, so cute, so fucking sexy that I could have emptied my load after just those few strokes.
“Do you like how it feels?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Is this the first time you’ve jerked a guy?”
She nodded, kept working me. I’ve had much better handjobs before from women who were skilled and practiced, but something about how clumsy and awkward her movements were just seemed to add to the whole experience.
“You’re doing really well,” I said encouragingly. “Such a good girl.”
She gasped a little as I said the words and involuntarily pressed her thighs hard together. Being called a ‘good girl’ was another one of her turn ons, and I knew that even if she hadn’t been wet before she definitely would be now. Well, I didn’t exactly know, but I definitely suspected, and I was determined to confirm that suspicion.
“Squeeze it a little bit harder if you can.”
She did.
“Move your hand from the top right down to the bottom with each stroke.”
She did.
“Good girl.”
Another little gasp, another clenching of her thighs.
7.05pm
She glanced at the clock and I saw her frown a little. Five minutes to go. Time to try for everything I could get. I was too horny by that stage to hold back.
“Do you want to taste Daddy’s dick?” I asked.
She hesitated.
I reached over, gripped the back of her head and pulled her down.
But this time she fought it harder, her whole body going rigid. She kept her hand on my cock but stopped jerking it.
“Can we not?” she asked. “I mean, is that okay? If we don’t this time but I promise I will next time?”
I had two options, but really I had no options. I could keep forcing her head down, ram my cock into her mouth whether she wanted it or not, feel that warm, wet teenage mouth wrap around me for a few seconds before she broke free and ran screaming from the car. In the few seconds before she did I might even have been able to cum, to shoot my load right down her throat, but… we were still in that fucking public car park with people moving back and forth and cars passing us regularly. The last thing I needed was the police arresting me for assault. No, the only choice I had was to pretend to the little cock tease that it was okay if she didn’t want to.
“Of course it’s okay baby,” I lied. “Like I said, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”
I released my grip on her head. There would hopefully be a future time when I would hold her in place on my cock with both hands and empty my balls into her until her stomach was bulging. But that wasn’t going to be today.
“Thank you,” she said. “I could tell from the start that you would a good guy. I just knew it.”
“Sure,” I said. “But, I have driven a really long way to see you, Alison. I mean, I was happy to do that, but it was three hours in the car just to get here, and it’s going to be another three hours to get back home.”
“You’re angry with me,” she said, her eyes welling with tears. “You are, aren’t you?”
I stroked the side of her face, gently, like soothing a frightened animal.
“Not angry in the slightest, promise. But… well, I guess it would be nice if you could do something for me? Only if you wanted to of course.”
“I don’t want to suck it here. It’s too public. Someone will see.”
“No, no, not that. I know why you don’t want to and it’s okay, but I was hoping you would do something else for me?”
“What?” she asked, tilting her head to the side like a dumb puppy.
7.07pm
“Will you show Daddy that you really were a good girl and wore the panties he asked you to wear?”
“I did,” she said. “I promise.”
“Well, okay, but how do I know for sure unless I get to see for myself?”
She thought about it for a few seconds.
“I’m not taking my trousers off,” she said.
“You don’t have to. Just pull the front of them out a little bit so I can see your panties. Quick, before anyone comes. There’s no one around just now.”
She looked around quickly, confirming what I said, and then, with no more arguing, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and pulling them forward, revealing a little slice of heaven.
Alison had indeed wore white cotton panties just as I’d asked. I could see her two thighs squashed together round the shape of her pussy, her skin pale and perfectly smooth. Her panties were plain, with no pattern, and that sweet little mound was obvious in them. I could even make out the groove of her slit, a line where the material of her panties had tucked in between her pussy lips.
It was too much to resist.
She was still looking around to make sure no one was coming, so didn’t have the chance to stop me as I reached over and pushed my hand inside them in one quick move, pressing my fingers against her belly, under the waistband, feeling the softest, fuzziest pubes and then pushing hard so that my middle finger forced its way between her lips.
She was soaking wet.
She tried to clamp her knees together but it was too late – I was between her pussy lips and searching for that little teen hole with my finger.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Daddy just wants to feel how wet you are.”
“No! Someone will see. Please!”
My fingertip slid round under her and there it was – that tight little virgin hole. I rubbed circles around her entrance and felt her resistance begin to fade, her breathing get faster and harder.
“Tell me to stop one more time and I will,” I said, looking her right in the eye as I smeared her silky, sticky juices into and over her pussy lips, not yet fingering her cunt, but oh so very close to doing it. “Quick, Alison. Say it now. Say stop and I will.”
She stopped fighting me and opened her legs a little.
The was my cue.
I pushed my middle finger right into the knuckle. She had the tightest hole I’ve ever felt. Or maybe all the teenage girls I’d been with in my youth had been just as tight, but at the time I hadn’t noticed it. When I fingered my wife it felt like there was space between the sides of her pussy and my fingers, even though I knew there wasn’t really. But with Alison, it felt like there was room for nothing more than a single digit. It was a snug, tight, perfect little fuck hole, and I worked my finger in and out of it, aware of the smell of her filling the car.
“Fuck,” she panted. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Tell me it feels nice,” I said.
“So nice,” she murmured, her hips now working back and forward in perfect rhythm with my hand. I pulled out and slipped my finger up to her clit, enjoying hearing her gasp as I did it. I started to flick that hidden little button with the very tip of my finger, as fast as I could, and Alison panted harder and deeper. I kissed her hard, my tongue pushing in to her mouth, her own slipping into mine.
“I want you to cum,” I said, pulling my mouth away from hers. “I want you to be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”
“I’m going to,” she said. “I can’t help it. I can’t stop myself.”
Her breathing got even faster and shallower, her hands clenched tightly into fists, she lifted one leg and put her foot on the dashboard of the car, put her hand over mine and pressed me harder against her clit. I looked down where my hand disappeared inside her little teenage panties and tried to take mental images, tried to remember every detail of how it looked, pushed outwards with my wrist to reveal as much of her cunt as possible, watching my own finger rubbing her clit tucked away inside closed up little pussy lips.
With my free hand I grabbed hers and put it over my cock, which she happily grabbed and started jerking me up and down, fast. I was going to last ten seconds if I was lucky. It was the smell of her hole that was having the most powerful effect on me; so strong and musky and sweet.
Alison came hard against my hand, her entire body shuddering and shivering, and as she came I did too, emptying my balls all over her hand in thick, sticky thread of semen that seemed to spurt out over and over again, releasing much more than I ever did with my wife. I watched as a thick strand of it flew out of me and landed on the thigh of her trousers.
As she came her concentration broke and she tried to let go of my dick, but I held her hand firmly in place, milking my cock until the very last drop had been squeezed out of me.
7.15pm
“Oh fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”
I kissed her on the forehead.
“Did you enjoy that?”
She opened her eyes and nodded, then looked at the clock.
“Oh fuck! I need to go. I’m so sorry but I need to go right now.”
I reluctantly pulled my hand out of her panties, the elastic snapping them shut as I did. Her own hand still had threads of my cum plastered over it, but she seemed to be in too much of a rush to notice.
“Really?” I asked. “Right now? You can’t wait a few more minutes?”
“Honestly I can’t. I so fucking want to, but I can’t. You’ve got no idea how strict my dad is. I can’t be late. I’m so sorry. Next week though? Can we meet and do it again? Maybe go somewhere quieter?”
“Of course we can, but-”
And then she was gone, opening the door of my car and slipping out and away. It was a much more sudden ending than I had been expecting. For a few minutes after she had left I just sat there, still buzzing about the whole experience. I lifted my hand to my nose and smelled her, already annoyed with myself for not dipping each of my fingers inside her pussy so that there would be more to smell. I wanted to lick her juices up, but at the same time I had a three hour journey home and I knew it wouldn’t feel quite as long if I had that finger to smell the entire way. Suck it clean just now and that would be the end of the experience. I wasn’t ready for that yet.
Eventually I tucked my wet cock away, started the car, pulled out of the car park and started driving. I wanted to get home so that I could go on messenger and speak to her, so that I could start arranging next week’s meeting.
She wanted to be fucked, I was sure of that now, and next week I was going to be the first one ever to split that pussy wide open and fill it with cum.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
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