“I am having so much fun. But I think you know that.”
“I know you’re a dirty little slut who loves showing other guys your pussy.”
I screwed up my face at him because how was I supposed to respond to that?
“Okay, I’ll stop calling you a slut,” he said. “I was just trying things out. We’ll find our niche. Stay there and take that dress off, for god’s sake.”
“We’re gonna find our niche?,” I asked as I unzipped my dress and pulled it down to my feet.
“That depends on how long it takes you to get that tight little cunt of yours over here and onto my cock.”
“Oh! Right away, sir.”
I walked over to him and found that his cock was standing at attention outside of his pants. The pictures must have been to his liking, which gave me another surge of pride as I straddled his legs and finally lowered myself onto his hard cock. I shuddered as he entered me. Then I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms and legs around him as we bounced together. I’d been waiting for this moment for years. No dick ever felt so good. He nuzzled my chest and sucked each of my nipples. Ripples of pleasure were shooting through me.
“Take this bra off so I can get at all of your titties.”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
I threw my bra on the floor, and he lifted me up and carried me over to the bed.
“Fuck me hard,” I pleaded.
“Tell me you’re my little slut.”
“I’m your little slut. Fuck me hard, please, baby, like you do a little slut.”
And he fucked me like his little slut through the night.