I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know mine

Today I’m meeting a new guy. We only communicated through the website, and I haven’t even seen his face. It was 8 1/4? long (he had a ruler next to it) and it looked thick enough to make my pussy clench just looking at the picture. We’re meeting at a Comfort Inn two exits down the interstate. He’s going to call me on my cellphone and tell me what room number he’s in, and then I am going to meet him. I can’t wait! My pussy is dripping already. More later….

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When I got there, I knocked on the door, and he opened it from behind it, so I couldn’t see him. The room was dark, with the curtains pulled closed, but there was a candle lit on the dresser for just enough light to see what we were doing. He shut the door behind me and then, before I could turn around, he pulled me back against him, and I swear to god, he was nude, and I could feel his hard cock poking me in the back. He pulled my hair to one side and then he licked up my neck to my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. But when he whispered “Are you ready to get fucked? Are you ready to feel my dick in every hole in your body? Is your pussy wet yet?”… well, when he whispered that in my ear, while grinding against me from behind, I swear I had a mini-climax right there on the spot! Diary, we screwed every way I could imagine and then a couple that I couldn’t! He stripped me from behind, and I never saw his face as he pushed me across the room to the bed. “Kneel,” he commanded me as he pushed me on the king-sized bed, and I did. “Spread your legs, little girl,” he told me, and I did. Lees verder →