Hot Teenage Girl - 4 Questions You Need To Ask About Free Met Art

It's been a while since I posted, hope I'm not too rusty. I had an awesome night last weekend that I'd repeat in a minute. A guy I had met a few times before through friends, Sam, came by to make the rainy night a lot less boring. I was wearing a baggy, long-sleeved white tshirt from the beach with a pair of leggings when he knocked. My long, blonde hair reached below my chest and I had left it to dry on its own after showering earlier. A touch of mascara was the only make up on my green eyes, a pink cotton bra the only underwear I bothered to wear. He's, honestly, dreamy. And I told him so while he gathered my hair into his fist and pulled me closer to him at the door. He was maybe 5"11, not super cut but lean, and had beautiful blue eyes with dark lashes. Definitely wasn't hard to stare up at him; being only 5 foot 3 gave me a decent view. He was wearing khaki shorts, Sperry's, and a striped shirt. My hair falls past my chest and was plenty for him to hold while he leaned closer and kissed me. He let go and we walked the few steps to the couch to his left, commenting on whatever Netflix was playing at the moment. Small talk was made while I wondered if he realized the door just past the TV led to my bed. It didn't last long. He was to my left, and his right arm was up on the back of the couch. He turned his body toward me and smiled. I melted (those eyes, come on!). We resumed the hair-grabbing making out. His free hand began pushing my shirt up my stomach and running his fingers over my nipples through my bra. Unhooking it, he began rubbing and pinching one at a time, biting my lip and keeping a firm grasp on my hair in case I tried to squirm away. I loved not being able to move; he could tell. When he moved his lips to my cheek and neck, I asked if we should go lay down. Smirking at me, he got up and helped me up as well. Smacking my ass on our way into the bedroom, he told me I was wearing way too much clothing. My room is right off the living room, so we shut the door but had the TV playing in the background. I was crawling onto my bed when I felt another smack, and then a hand grab at my waist. I was pulled back to the edge of the bed and my leggings were pulled down to my knees. Rolling me over, Sam said "Your shirt, please," while getting my legs bare. I sat up to pull off my shirt while he got his pants and boxers off in one motion. His shirt came off as he stood up and I smiled as Sam leaned down toward the bed between my legs. As soon as I relaxed onto my bed I felt his fingers inside me. Slowly at first, he pushed one, then two inside while rubbing my clit. I was already so wet, and his hand felt amazing. He leaned down to use his tongue; when I felt him lick my clit and keep sliding his fingers in and out, I moaned and reached my hands out beside me to grab onto whatever I could. He fingered me faster, using his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit, until I was breathing hard and grabbing his hair. He stopped, all at once, but kept his hand in me. I moaned "noooo," wanting him to keep going. He laughed, and took his fingers out agonizingly slowly, so that I felt every move he made. He told me to roll over, and I gladly complied, hearing him getting a condom from his shorts on the floor. I laid face down on the bed and propped myself up on my elbows, wiggling my ass up in the air for Sam to watch. I felt the bed dip as he climbed on behind me, a hand on my waist while he slowly positioned himself and slid inside me. He was probably 6+ inches and definitely nothing to complain about. His dick felt amazing filling me up after being so turned on from getting fingered. We both moaned as he first sunk in, and I couldn't help but breathe "oh my god" again and again while he pumped into me. I felt his hand pressing down onto my back while he pushed deeper inside me than he had before. I moaned every time his thick cock was completely inside me, feeling myself tense up and an orgasm building. I told him to please keep going, and he grabbed my hair and smacked my ass, asking how I liked it. "Just like that, keep fucking me deep," I told him. He picked up his pace and was fucking me harder and faster than ever. He abruptly stopped; he moved just barely in and out, torturing me. It felt amazing. He did this two more times, fucking me fast and hard so I could hear him slamming into my ass, then coming to an almost complete stop to make sure I felt every inch of his cock inside me. He pulled it all the way out once more and started fucking me steadily and hard. Within a minute, I was clutching the sheets and moaning into my bed as he made me cum around his cock, finally able to release after being teased over and over. I was panting, but wanted to make Sam cum even more after how amazing he made me feel. I rolled onto my back as he laid back onto the bed, slightly out of breath. He smiled at me while he took off the condom. He asked, "Do you swallow?" Instead of answering, I shot him a grin and positioned myself next to him, twisting my hair up for him to grab. Sam moaned as I took his hard cock into my mouth. I slowly found out how deep I could take it into my throat, trying to ignore my gag reflex. Sam lightly pushed my head up and down and I was soon sloppily sucking his dick at the pace he set. He began to push my head down faster and deeper. I gagged on his cock, and he told me he liked hearing me put his dick deep in my throat. I let him fuck my face, sucking and licking his cock, until he moaned that he was going to cum. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat, two, three times. Swallowing and pulling myself up, I laid next to him on the pillows. He was breathing heavy, and smiled when I looked at him. "Wanna go again?" I asked. He laughed, but we did, eventually. Quite a few times, against the couch, kitchen counter, shower-. Some nights are just made for it Heywhatscrackin