Sex with my admirer

This morning, I woke up to my computer straining... I have a new email. Hmm... I don't recognize the sender. What could it be? Opening the email, I realized my efforts from the previous day weren't in vain. It was the first admirer of my erotic talent. He wrote that he really liked my story. And he suggested we meet.

I've never been afraid of adventures and gladly agreed to the proposal. Arriving at the designated place, I saw a young man. He seemed very handsome to me. Tall, dark hair. Mmm... I especially liked the sparkle in his eyes. I often had sexual fantasies about sex

with a guy from Azerbaijan; it seemed to me that those people are very passionate, and their men are dominant and proud. We didn't walk in the park for long. And suddenly, this complete stranger pressed me against a tree and kissed me passionately. "I want you to write a story about us...".

Something tingled inside me, and my pussy filled with juices. I looked him straight in the eyes, took his hand, and guided it under my skirt. He understood everything. He kissed me again, this time with a sense of possession, and suggested we go to my place.

I barely managed to open the apartment door before a fire of passion ignited within me; I really wanted to give myself to him. And he, so handsome, so hot... Gently, I ran my hand over his pants. Feeling that he was already ready to take me, I knelt down before him. With my teeth, I opened his fly. And took out his cock. Oh! How big and beautiful it is. At that moment, it seemed to me that the shaft was even more beautiful than its owner. I began to softly, carefully caress it, running my tongue from the base to the head. He tensed up, turned red. Mmm... I took it entirely into my mouth and began strong, fast movements. I really liked him. Maksud (that was his name) grabbed my hair and, no longer in control from ecstasy, began to relentlessly fuck my mouth. He impaled me onto his tool forcefully and impulsively; I could barely catch my breath.

My breast escaped from my blouse—I don't wear a bra. It bounced in rhythm with his movements. I diligently licked my admirer's cock, sucked on the head. And then a blessed stream hit my throat. Mmm... The slightly salty cum flowed into my mouth; there was a lot of it, and I couldn't swallow fast enough. A thin trickle ran down my chest, over my nipple.

He lifted me from my knees and began undressing me. I was left in just my little white lace panties. I took his hand, and we went to the bathroom. There, my panties flew to the floor too. Standing under the warm shower, we started kissing; my nipples rubbed against his body. I felt good. He stroked my tender ass. Squeezed it forcefully. Mmm... Ah... From the excitement, I stopped feeling reality.

My hair got wet, my body became damp. And his cock was already ready to fuck me again. He turned me with my back to him and began moving his tool inside my still-tight pussy. I felt his hands on my chest. He toyed with my aroused nipples. And I enjoyed his thrusts inside me. He increased the pace. I screamed with pleasure. I had never felt so good with anyone before.

And then a wave of the strongest orgasm washed over me! "AAAAAAAAAA... MMMmmmm..."... I was swept away. My body began to shudder. Cum flowed down my legs along with the streams of water.

Now I'm sitting and writing a story about this exciting incident...

Thank you for that meeting, Maksud...

Author's e-mail: klubni4nаyа_lilu@mаil.ru