She pulled down my pants and started slowly, running her tongue from my balls to me shaft, nibbling at the tip, occasionally giving it a teasing suck... But soon, it appeared that she was very hungry. And that she enjoyed her meal, if not very tidily. It became wet, messy and sloppy. She took my entire dick in her mouth, choking herself on it, drenching it in saliva, pausing every so often to look up at me while stroking it... And at all times my hands were tangled in her messy short hair, enjoying the firm grasp on her cute face. I would happily drenched her with my cum right there and then. But I wouldn't have been satisfied. I wanted to fuck her, now.
I pulled her up, kissed her deeply, and flipped her over, running my tongue on her neck, my hands on her tits, hips, legs... Everywhere. She was still fully clothed, and I still had not touched her pussy... I love to discover sopping wet panties. And I wasn't disappointed this time, as my hand slid between her legs... She shuddered violently as my fingers found her burning, soaking slit, letting out a low moan... The fingers of my right hand played with her already swollen clit, my hard cock grinded on her ass, and I grabbed her tit... But her tanktop and bra were quite annoying. In fact, our whole bunch of clothes were annoying. There was some sort of telepathic understanding, and we paused to get rid of them, and dropped on the sofa together.
The stripping had somewhat cooled us down, but within 10 second, she was on top of me, riding me with her slow, grinding moves of the hips I already knew and loved... She gasped and moan, while I laid back, my hands keeping a firm grip on her ass... I drank in her frown of ecstasy, her panting mouth, her perky tits... And slowly, ever so slowly, the rhythm started to build up, while she lifted her ass higher and higher to impale herself on my rock hard dick. I started to pump harder with my hips, thrusting deep when she came down on me. And almost instinctively, my left hand went to her throat, her delicate, thin, delicious throat, and I started to gently choke her.
I had never done this with her before, and even if I knew she liked it rough, I didn't know if she liked it that rough. But any doubt in my mind was assuaged when I found out she actually pushed herself on my hand. She choked herself on my hand, riding me deeply... I was fascinated by that adorable girl that was gasping for air while I fucked her. I don't know how long we kept it up...We fell in a cycle, with rising intensity while she choked herself, until her pussy clenched on my dick and she tensed completely... and returning to slow grinding as I let her breathe... It felt like hours. I remember putting a finger in her eager mouth at one point, only to find it completely dry. I don't know how many time she came, but I remember distinctly how she whispered "I can't take any more..." I didn't come in her, but I was never more pleased to finish myself. It didn't even matter any more : my pleasure had been complete in seeing that cute little button impaled on my dick, gasping for air, sweating and moaning, her eyes wild and her mouth dry...When we had recovered, I told her about how surprised I was that she had liked that kind of play. She told me, with a little smile "I told you not to judge me by my cover". And indeed she had. Never forgot it.
