The Rugby Boy

You are strong and stocky, you make me feel delicate. Maybe some days I am?

Flirtation is budding quietly. I study your face, trying to make a call if I find you attractive. Trying to work out if I want to fuck you.

You pull me in for a kiss, not bad, not great, I run my hand up your thigh, your cock feels thick and hard, much better.

I tell you to take off your shorts, you're stroking my breasts through my tank top. I tell you I'm going to get on my knees and suck your cock. You're not going to stop me.

I take you in my mouth, thick, hard, fat, flesh, full of blood, full of come, mine right now, mine all mine. Im putting on a show, I can tell it feels good. I know what I'm doing here. I take off my top, I give you some eyes, I trail hot, wet spit all over you and gag as I pull you into my throat.

I like sucking cock, you're a good specimen. Im getting wet. I ask if you'll take me to bed and fuck me, you oblige. I pull down my jeans. You lay me down and get between my legs and give me some exquisite pleasure. Lips, tongue, fingers, pulling, plucking, thrusting, tasting.

"You've got such a wet pussy"

No shit sherlock, tell me something I don't know. I mean...Thats not what I said obviously.

I purr at him and tell him to fuck me, I tell him how hot and tight its going to feel, I tell him I want him to make me come.

The fuck, the weight of his body, he pushes down on my spine. My back curls. I feel like he could snap my bones, but that thought wouldn't cross his mind. His moving quickly, pushing deeply, the thrusts are heavy and painful and what I want and need and then I come, and he comes and its hot and all sort of over now.

He goes to clean up and I lie on the bed, draped over the covers, pink flushed skin, soaking hole, my heart beats hard, my breaths are even. He comes back into the room and grins at me. He tells me I look satisfied. Maybe I am? I doubt it.