It was hard to believe but at the same time it wasn't. Here in this seedy motel room I was balls deep in a woman I had never met before. The condom was full, and she looked up at me, "are you okay"?
"Fine, just fine," Nothing can prepare you for it. Not sex with the wife, or the sex with the ex-girlfriends, somehow someway in this strange woman's body I found the emotional release I had been craving for such a long time.
I pulled out and took the condom off. She watched as I threw it in the trash. My dick was raw, I didn't lube the inside before I strapped in. It was an amazing fuck, I could not have cooked up a better scenario.
Chat on an app, connect with her, set the date, paid for the room, and she shows up ready to fuck. I mean really ready to fuck. Pussy nice and trim, smelled clean, this ain't the snatch old hubby got last night or last week. A lacy bra and panties, easy to remove but hard to want to remove them, make out for almost an hour before I started fingering her, one finger first, then the second. Let the moans tell you where to go. Loud moans means better, keep at it until she slides south and pulls "what's his face" out of my boxers. Licks him kindly, and proceeds to suck on the helmet, just the helmet for several minutes.
If you remember a scene from movies where the characters did drugs and time slows down? Well time slows when a blow job is done right. Slow and steady wins the race. Quality over quantity. She's running her lips, no dragging them over the head and somehow licking it at the same time. Don't know what she's doing but I ain't gonna stop her.