[FF] She continues to use and fuck me. But this time I fuck her ;)

We have continued to see each other on a fairly routine basis. As luck would have it, I was traveling to her city for school and would need to stay for a few nights. I was able to have 3 nights with this woman. Even though we have been having sex for almost two months now I am still shocked how most of the escapades end up being blurry. How can I remember acutely what happened but the when of the situation gets fuzzy?

So, let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

First a little about us. She is wee. Like five foot wee. And small. Brown hair that will go crazy in rain and humidity and brown eyes that are lovely. Somehow even with her being wee and a woman she exudes big dick energy lol. No clue how. She is demanding and kind but looks at you like you are a meal. Her last meal. That she needs to devour slowly and completely. Something this small should not be able to throw me around like she does but shit. Her tits are the most perky damn things I have ever seen, and her body is so tiny but so fucking right. I am 5’4” and not wee. I’m not huge by any means, more curvy in a size 10 type of way. My ass is rather nice, and she says my boobs are by far her favorite: I just think that is because she is trying to get in my pants……continuously

[FF] First time I let a girl fuck me leads to intense orgasms and squirting

I knocked on the door to the room. My hands, holding bags of snacks, were not the most steady. We had been talking for weeks and had just had lunch. The lunch, in question, had went fantastic. I arrived slightly before her which was actually fabulous for my nerves. When she arrived I was first shocked by how tiny she was. I, of course knew what she looked like. I had snooped this women’s Facebook… her posts… her pictures….you name it to try and get a feel of who and what I was getting myself into. But here she was. So petite and cute and oh so nervous. I was wearing a dress that she had picked out for me. A short light blue cleavage baring number. Her nervousness made me actually feel slightly more confident. At least I wasn’t in this alone and from our previous conversations I knew that she had the upper hand as far as experience and knowledge went. She also seemed to have the upper hand with confidence…that is until she was in front of me and I realized she was as nervous as I was. Several times throughout the meal she couldn’t really look at me and attempted to pay attention to whatever sport was playing on the T.V in the corner. But also there was several times that I caught her staring at my chest, which in turn made me blush. We finished our meal and she headed to check us in at the hotel. I headed for snacks and now we arrive at the hotel room door.