My body convulsed beneath him and my pussy gulped at his cock trying to suck it inside and keep it there forever. Henry was 19 and Emma was 18. Anal sex Just one time?” I pleaded. It was kinda messy but that was the last thing on my mind right now. He wasn’t even cute! “I don’t really know what to do so you’ll have to show me.”
“Later, right now I have to have some of this,” he said, still stroking my pussy with his fingers. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. His hair was dripping wet and little droplets of water were running down his chest. I dreamt that instead of Emma’s room, Henry came into mine one night. Our bellies rubbed together and his pelvis pressed against my clit as I thrust in tandem with him. I poked my head in to see…no one. If I could catch him, maybe I could somehow convince him to spend tonight with me instead?
