I saw this guy on Tinder, his profile just said “Lion, 24” and there was a photo of him in dark shades sitting on the bow of a boat sailing pristine seas. I swiped right and we instantly matched. “Hey!”, Lion quickly said and the rest is a blur. We moved to Viber and planned to meet up that night at my place. I met him in the parking lot at almost midnight, hopped into his car and he asked: “Aren’t you afraid I’m a killer?” “No” I answered. He kissed me deeply and passionately as if we had known each other for a long time. He grabbed my breasts as I felt out his rock hard cock beneath his sweatpants. It was dark but we looked each other in the eyes and smirked. “Let’s go up”, I coaxed and he obliged.
We ran up to my room. Our eyes were glued to each other as the elevator climbed the floors in what felt like an eternity then we rushed down the hall and I fumbled with my keys. We tumbled into my room and just as the door closed behind him, he pinned me up against the door and began kissing me wildly, biting and gasping between kisses. He was rough, raw, wild, untamed. He spun me around and started grinding he hard cock against my ass while he reached his hand into my pants to check how wet I was—soaking wet.