We visit an abandoned carnival, a candy stand in a vacant lot. You’re driving a red convertible, wearing a suit. Tight in all the right places, shirt exposing the hair on your chest. Ray ban sunglasses. Wind flowing through your hair. I’m wearing a cropped top and a skirt, nothing underneath. Perfume a young girl would wear. Gloss on my lips, shining, aching for your touch.
We stop at a gas station, I buy a bottle of cherry liquor and take a drink, my lip gloss staining the bottle, giving it to you. Reluctantly you drink as well. We go back to the abandoned fair. You buy me a stuffed bear and cotton candy. Alone again, sharing it, our lips meet, I climb into your lap, so close I can feel you harden against me. I kiss you deeply, then lower as I take you in my mouth. You finish quickly.
You take my face in your hands. My lip gloss all over my face, all over yourself. You run your hands through my hair and tell me what a sweet girl I am. Then guide me back onto your lap, lifting my skirt up. Aligning yourself against my virgin hole, hair lightly covering it. Entering me. Enjoying your every movement, exploring my body.
I cling closely to you, trying to silence my orgasm. You tell me what a bad little girl I am. Your movement becomes quicker, more urgent. You fill me with cum. I clean your cock, I try to put myself back together. Our needs sated.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/otntrg/a_night_at_the_fair