Hey. This is the story of one night with my hot summer fling when he gave me *exactly* what I was looking for. For context, we met on a dating app and had just started hooking up. I was nineteen at the time, with long blonde hair and a nice, curvy ass. He was twenty-two with the slim, muscular build of a rock climber. He had blonde hair, sexy abs, and light blue eyes that made me melt looking into them. And time and time again, he fucked me like I had never been fucked before.
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Earlier in the night we’d had passionate, sweaty, hair-pulling, neck-gripping sex. Afterwards, in the heat of each other’s bodies, we lay and talked. He traced shapes around my chest while I let my long nails lazily graze his abs and run up and down his sides. We shared music we knew we’d both like and talked and laughed about nothing in particular. Bare the whole time. After a while our lips found each other again. He held my face with one hand and pulled me closer with the other.
“Lay on your stomach, I want to give you a massage.”