I became back from school for winter break when I met my mom's new boyfriend for the earliest time. My parents divorced when I'm five, therefore it wasn't enjoy it was traumatic or anything to satisfy the guy. I didnt expect him to be so damn hot, though. He's a fitness expert, and fit as hell—six-pack-abs-and-ripped-arms fit, like you observe in advertisements for losing weight fast supplements and gym memberships. When he rang the doorbell one evening around 6pm looking for my mother, who was simply out back then, I decided to play hostess within my comfy but clingy sweats. I invited him inside and poured us each a glass of wine.
A couple of hours later, we were two bottles deep and neither of us had heard from my mother. I made the very first move, touching his knee and sliding my hand up his inner thigh. When I bought to his crotch, he leaned back and said, ‘Fuck it!' The real key stood up. I stood up too, about the seat of the couch. Then I jumped into his arms, legs wrapped tightly round his waist and impressively firm ass. His dick felt flexible poking through his pants, rubbing up against my vagina, I knew I could orgasm from dry humping him exactly like that. But I wanted him inside me, so I reached down and grabbed it. We fucked—fast—while in the laundry room, where there was a view of the driveway just in case my mom came back. Most of our clothes continued to be on, and we powered inside the washer thus it would vibrate beneath me because he pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper. It had been the dirtiest thing I've ever done, and I'd do it again.”