High School Nerd - Midweek

Linda :

It is a lovely day to walk home from high schoolhouse. Normally I catch a ride with Henry M. Robert, my neighbor. But cheer exercise kept me at school late and Robert had already left. He and I had been adumbrate a mates of times, but I needed to hold on him wanting more so I could press out favors from him. Walking home today is not a problem. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and everything is right with the humankind. I need to get in some more cardio, anyway. weaponry swinging at my face, I walk at a spanking gait.

Suddenly, up ahead I spot a lady friend in a cheerleader uniform, just like my own. Who on earth could it be ? The girl is walking beside a grandiloquent fella, with illumine brown fuzz. Already walking at a brisk yard, I pick it up some Thomas More to see who this is. Closing the distance, I ca n't believe my eyes. It is Sandra, laughing and talking with Henry, the uber nerd from school ! Sandra was missing from sunniness pattern today. Putting two and two together, it is not hard to figure out what happened. Sandra played hooky with Henry ! But that 's crazy ! Just Mon she dissed him, listing him as one of the lastly guys that she would require to make out with.

As they walk, Henry pulls something out of his back scoop. It is a easy blue fabric. He opens it up and holds it up, examining it. They are laughing at it, whatever it is. It 's arduous to tell from here, but it kinda looks like a girl 's scanty ? But that ca n't be ! Maybe it 's a hankey ? I wonder ! He shoves it back into his pocket and they continue down the sidewalk.

The way that they are interacting, they seem very companionable, like they have an intimate connector. What could they have been up to this afternoon ? Could they… ? No way ! They could n't deliver been making out, could they ? Not with the way she talked about him. But that would fit with the way they are acting. Now that I have verified who it is that I saw, I drop back and let them get ahead before they see me. You know, Joseph Henry does n't search too bad.

walking slowly the rest of the way family, I think about what it might be like to be with Patrick Henry. He is not as yellowish brown as some of the guy, but he is tall and slender. He normally does n't spill very much, but he sure seemed to be having a well sentence with Sandra. I wonder if I could get him to spread up with me ? He has striking blue eye. That has got to be his best feature. Of course, malarky mentioned that he seems to take in a immense bulge in his pants. Maybe his eyes are his instant secure feature of speech ? Who knows ? I wonder if he knows how to use what he has in his gasp ? The girls say that he does not love how to kiss, but watching him with Sandra, I 'm not so surely that is true. Maybe I should find out for myself ? Maybe it would even be fun to teach him ?

The residue of the good afternoon and eventide, I could not barricade fantasizing about being with Patrick Henry. I must admit that it is becoming an obsession with me. Thinking of him is making me all hot and tingly, and I have got to do something about it. I am already scheming about how I might seduce him tomorrow at school, but I ca n't wait that long for some rest period from the tension that I feel. I turn in for bed ahead of time, securely locking my bedroom door.

crawl into bed, I turn the ignitor down low and give the bottom drawer of my nightstand. Reaching in, I pull out my magic sceptre. No, I 'm not a enchantress. It 's not that variety of sorcerous wand. You girls will know what I 'm talking about. I spent the spear carrier money and got the good, cordless one. It has variable speed and all the setting. Placing the brain of the vibrator against my pubic bone. I have it set to fork out slow, diffused vibes. The low absolute frequency penetrates through my bones and makes my entire pelvic part thrum. I have been building Henry up so much in my mind, that now he just oozes sexuality. I still wonder if it was really panties that he was showing off ? Could it have been Sandra 's ?

I imagine him begging to be with me. I imagine him taking my panties off. In my head, I see William Henry eating me out, splitting my little peach of a pussy with his tongue, lapping up all of my peach juice. Flicking my clit with his tongue.

Now that my locomotive is started, it 's prison term to dislodge up both the amphetamine and chroma of the vibrator, a brace notches. Guiding the Vibrator down lower, I apply force per unit area around my opening. Now I imagine William Henry inserting a finger, no, two digit. He is doing a come hither drift that hits my G-Spot. After a brace second of that it 's clip to turn the pep pill up a couple more notch. I reach back into my bottom nightstand drawer and line up my soft, anatomically even up rubber dildo. Inserting it adds a feeling of fullness. The nous of the vibrator migrates back up, teasing my clitoris, then runs back down, connecting with the dildo. Then back to my clitoris again. The vibrator causes the entire dildo to vibrate, mysterious inside of me. The tingling is felt all the way to my foundation, and it makes my toes draw in. With my impart hired hand, I play with my mamilla, rolling them between thumb and index and tugging on them. The sensation reaches a fever pitch shot and I feel myself fall over the border of the precipice. My soundbox bucks and spasm three meter, involuntarily. Now I ca n't stomach for the vibrator to touch on me, and hit the button to power it down. I imagine French people kissing Henry in post coital blissfulness.

Putting my magic wand back in the drawer, I make a run to the lav. I look in the mirror at my face. I love the way my typeface looks, right after cumming. My face and chest are flushed and engorged. My brim are full and swollen, making them look pouty. Observing myself in the mirror, I purse my lips and imagine kissing Henry with my soft, full brim. Looking down from the mirror, I close my eyes, take a slow deep breath and spatter frigid water on my side. I got to quit this and get some eternal sleep. Cheerleaders need their beauty rest, after all. The cold body of water is bracing and refreshing. I feel impudent and live up to. I clean up and wash my face. Crawling back in bed, I spoon with my imaginary Henry, a wax consistence pillow, and soon fall asleep.

I feel great as I wake up in the sunrise. It is amazing how much a dear orgasm helps a girl to sleep. I am anxious to tackle the job of seducing William Henry ! I wonder if he will be half as good as I have been dreaming of ? It 's unlikely. He is shy and inexperienced. Also, I have to visualize out how to score him. That may not be so easy. Not if Sandra already has her nipper in him.

Thinking about it, I am sure that Henry and Sandra were not aware that I saw them on the way dwelling from school day yesterday. I think I will just keep that lilliputian tidbit to myself. I am almost beside myself with oddity around what all they did. Cheer practice lasted for 45 transactions, so they were probably together for about that long. Where would they suffer gone to be alone at school ? I can not opine of anywhere that would be safe from someone walking in on them. Maybe all they did was go to the library and talk ? Hah ! I do n't believe that ! I 'll have to see if I can get anything out of Sandra.

There she is down the lobby. I hurry to catch up with her. `` Hey, Sandra, '' I say to her. `` Missed you at cheer praxis, yesterday afternoon. ``

'' Oh, yeah. I was n't feeling up to it. '' She said, not making eye middleman with me.

'' Sorry to find out that. '' I say. `` We practiced our tumbles. It was a lot of fun. ``

'' I hated to lack out. '' Sandra remarks. `` Maybe next fourth dimension. ``

Changing the bailiwick, I say, `` By the way, someone said that H stayed late yesterday. I wonder what he was up to ? '' I asked.

Sandra looked up at me, then looked away. `` You know Henry. He was probably studying late. Not indisputable why you think I would cognize where he was ? ``

'' Just thought you might birth seen him, since you were n't at pattern. ``

Sandra did n't declare oneself anything else, but eyed me suspiciously. Now I pretty much know that they were not just talking or studying together, or she would have said so. I am so rummy where they could have gone off to together, and what they did. I have to think of a way to get it out of her.

Keeping an eye on Henry and Sandra throughout the day, I notice that they keep making eye contact and smiling. There is definitely something going on between them. I will need to force out all the stops if my seduction is to be successful.

At lunch I sit with the other miss on the sunniness squad. Jasmine asked Sandra about missing practice yesterday, and Sandra gave her the Saami alibi about not feeling well. We talked about other things and I noticed that Sandra sat where she could keep back an eye on Henry, where he sat eating alone.

At study hall I decide to form my move. I walk over to the tabular array where henry sits alone, put my backpack down and ask to sit with him and study together. He looks at me quizzically, then offers me a seat. When he smiles, he has the cutest dimples. I have never noticed them before. He does not try to act tough or aloof like the poise guys do. He acts self surefooted and real.

'' Let 's see. You are… ''

'' Linda. My name is Linda. You are Henry, right ? '' I say.

'' Guilty as charged. Well, Linda. Is there anything in particular that you need help with ? '' Henry asked.

My intellection went back to the phantasy that I indulged in as I was masterbating finis night. That 's what I really postulate service with, but it might be best not to go there, just yet. `` Well, I am pretty clueless about the American lit grant. That, and I would love to get to have sex you safe. You seem variety of shy. '' At this, Henry blushed and reached for his Lit book.

'' Well, I guess we are supposed to feature read Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Old Dominion State. Have you had a chance to understand it yet ? ``

'' Most of it. But I am not for certain that I understand what the real significance is, '' I say.

'' I think what they are looking for is the places where it alludes to the politics of Old Dominion, as a British territorial dominion. Let 's review the preeminence on that. '' H pulls up something on his sound and reads it to me.

'' I see. That makes sense. Thanks. Now recount me about yourself. Do you have any sideline ? What is your family unit like ? What are you really passionate about, '' I suggest.

'' Wow. Where did this seed from ? '' He asks.

'' I do n't know. You are sort of cute, and I want to get to know you better. Has anyone told you what beautiful optic you have ? ``

'' My mom has mentioned it. But thank you, '' He says

'' I have an melodic theme. Would you walk me home, after schooling ? I think I just live a distich blocks down the route from you. '' I suggest.

'' Sure. I do n't see why not. Yeah. I would eff to walk you home today.

'' Wonderful ! '' I say.

'' Now evidence me about yourself, '' He asks

'' What can I severalize you about me ? ... `` I try to share a few affair about myself.

At the end of schoolhouse, I find Henry at his storage locker, putting away about of his books. Sandra is talking with him, and she is all smiling. They stop talking when they see me approaching.

'' Hey, Linda. You ready to go ? '' Then he turns to Sandra and says, `` Sandra, you know Linda ? I promised to walk her domicile from school this afternoon. ``

Sandra 's cheek falls, `` Oh, '' she says. She pauses and seems to be considering something. `` May I go along ? '' Henry is facing Sandra, so I shake my head vigorously where only Sandra can see. `` Oh, snap. '' She says. `` I need to dismiss by the depot on the way home. Maybe some other time ? ``

'' OK. Sure, some early time. '' He says. He looks really jumble, like he knows that he is missing something.

On the way home, Henry and I talk pleasantly about our families, our dream, our frustrations and design for the future. I do n't tell him this, but my design for the good afternoon is to invite him into my planetary house. I already know that no one will be nursing home. When I get him where I want him, I must wreak to seduce him. I will have to figure out what turns him on. guy wire are not that complicated. They are visual. I have something I want to try. The anticipation is killing me. If I fail, it will intend another date with the magic wand, tonight.

'' Thanks for walking me home, '' I say as we approach my house. Can you hail in for a bit ? '' I ask.

'' Oh, I do n't know. I should probably be getting home. It has been squeamish talking with you, '' he says.

I must n't let him steal away. `` No, please. Ca n't you persist ? You can facilitate me study. No one else is home, and I hate to stay by myself. '' I am pleading, now.

'' wellspring, just for a little while. '' He concedes.

I take him into my house. In the kitchen, we gather some snack and soft beverage. I try to sour close to Henry, squeezing into his personal distance. We talk about our favorite picture, the music that we like, and even about sport. It is surprise how much we have in rough-cut. He helps me stock the snacks and drinking to my bedroom. We sit on the edge of my bed, hip to hip. Turning to look him, I ask, `` Do you birth a girl ? ``

Henry looks taken aback by the question. When he recovers, he answers, `` wellspring, no. I guess not. ``

'' Do you like girls ? '' I ask.

'' fountainhead, yes. I do. '' He stammers, wondering where this is going. He looks uncomfortable, humiliated.

I get up and turn on my Bluetooth talker, and start some music from my phone. The Inner Light are not on in my bedroom, but golden afternoon light flow in through the windows. `` What kind of girls do you like ? '' I ask. Removing my hair tie, I shake out my ponytail. H watches me with interest. He seems to be relaxing with a little More length between us.

He thinks about the inquiry for a mo before answering. Then he says, `` I like girls who are kind and interest in other people. Girls who are smarting and are trying to get somewhere in life. ``

Since starting the music, I have not sit back down. Instead, I slowly move about the room. I move left to rectify, closer then further away. I try to move in time with the medicine, not quite dancing. The goal is to get Henry to follow me with his optic. To really expect at me. I continue, `` Do you like pretty girls ? girlfriend that are sexy ? ``

This question makes Henry blush a fiddling, and he looks away for a here and now. Then he looks back at me and says `` Sure. That 's always skillful. '' He grins as he says this and his dimples appear, making him adorable.

'' Please be honest with me, '' I say. `` Do you think that I am pretty ? '' I pause in my movement, and discover a demure pose.

'' Yes. You are stunning ! '' He says without hesitation.

I continue my movement across the room, coming closer then further away. `` Do you call up that I am sexy ? '' I press on.

'' Absolutely. Who can resist your charms, '' He adds.

I continued to move about the way in time with the euphony, but now I start to slowly unfasten buttons on the battlefront of my pink cotton blouse. `` Tell me what you like best about me ? '' I continue with my questioning.

Henry has noticed that I am opening release, and he is getting distracted and takes foresightful to respond to my interrogation. `` well, I like the way you move. You are so sylphlike and elegant. I also like your grin, and the way that you laugh. And of course I love your strong-arm feature of speech. ``

'' My forcible feature film, huh ? '' I reply. `` Specifically what physical features are you thinking about rightfulness now ? Do n't be shy. '' I now have all the buttons open. I hold my blouse open, exposing my boobs in a pinkish lace bra. I catch a coup d'oeil in the mirror on my bureau behind where Henry is sitting. My upright nipples and areola are visible through the sheer lace. Henry is looking at me like a very thirsty man. I hold my blouse open and give him a probability to value what he sees. Is he undressing me with his centre, I wonder ? I pirouette in a double spin, losing the aloofness between us.

Pausing my movement right close in front of him, my blouse is wide open. `` OK, if we are freely speaking our mind. I love your bosom, '' he confesses, looking at them near his eye level. `` I would love to be able to touch them, '' he says eagerly. His bridge player rises toward me.

'' All in safe time, '' I explain to him, and move away from him again. I want to step up the storey of his stimulation some more. Continuing with my Informal dance routine, we exchange doubt and answers in an attempt to learn more about each other. `` Did you know that a man is not really fill out without a woman ? '' I ask.

'' Uh, how so ? '' He asks. I continue to go about the elbow room, finally flinging my blouse off and away from me. Now I am dressed in my bra, a short circuit red skirt showing plenty of leg, and scanty.

'' noblewoman are the yin to a man 's yang. Men are unyielding and forward, noblewoman are aristocratic and reserved. Men have hard, warm soundbox and gentlewoman are soft and supple. Men are cold and logical and ladies are affectionate and worked up. '' I say. `` Together we are balanced and complete. '' Now I have moved away to the quoin of my room and stop, facing away from henry. With my wooden leg apart I bend at the waist, running both my hands together down one leg. Moving slowly, sensuously I stretch all the way with my fingers reaching beyond my toes. This should do my pink panties to peek out from under my short skirt in the rear. Hopefully he can see my fuddled rear end. I hold this position for a moment before slowly straightening and continue to move about the room.

Joseph Henry reply, `` I can see that. '' His spokesperson sounds more aloof, like he is not concentrating as much on what he is saying.

'' And not only that, but men and woman are made to throw each former pleasure. Did you know that, Henry ? '' Now I am standing near him again, and I stretch and reach with my deal together, up towards the ceiling, then stoop backward. My hope is that this military position gives him a peek at the front end of my pink panties, under my skirt. Of trend it also gives him a birds eye opinion of my 2-dimensional belly, my narrow waistline and my tits in my lace bra. I wonder which one holds the most fascination for him ? I hold the position for a meter, then move on, making him want more.

'' Do n't people just focus on what they can get out of a relationship ? It seems to me that multitude are selfish and self-serving in human relationship like that, '' He says.

Moving slowly away, I say, `` Please take your shirt off for me, Joseph Henry. Too many human relationship are selfish and self-serving, that is true. But for us to receive a strong, fulfilling relationship, I should try to institute you pleasance, and you, in turn, try to fulfill my motive. We should not focus on our own fulfillment, but that of our partner. ``

H looks thoughtful at what I have said. I am afraid that he has forgotten about my asking to take his shirt off. Either that or this might be where my seduction breaks down if he refuses to take clothing off. Then he seems to commend, and pulls his T-shirt over his head. As he does so, I unfasten my bra, while he is distracted.

After he has his shirt off, he says, `` That 's an matter to point of aspect. It seems like it should bring. '' Then he notices that I have removed my bra. He is shocked and slack jawed. I twirl my bra around on a digit, dramatically, before flinging it to a recess near where my blouse has landed.

Now as I dance around the way with my bosom free, they jiggle and sway with my bowel movement. I notice William Henry 's chest and arm muscles. He is pretty well put together. I can also see that Patrick Henry 's pant are getting tighter in the crotch. I say, `` When a man and a woman are focused on meeting the need of their married person, it creates perfective tense fulfillment. We can never satisfy ourselves as well as our cooperator can satisfy us. But mass are naturally selfish and move towards thinking only of themselves. That is why a expert relationship takes study. ``

Henry is definitely fascinated with my breasts and is watching intently. I 'm not sure now if he is even thinking about what we are talking about. He is totally distracted by my boobs. It 's a wonder he can think at all, with all the blood his soundbox is sending into his cock.

Moving again to the far side of the room, I do a slow spin and am able to unfasten my skirt. It pools on the floor at my feet. Lifting it with a toe, I fling it to the short galvanic pile where the remainder of my clothes have landed. Now I am in only my pink scanty. I fear that the little padded area in the crotch is dark with my wetness. With my branch at a wide stance, I hike my panties up as high as I can, pulling at the waistband in the presence. I tilt my hips back, forming a overnice camel toe. The narrow strip of cloth is not enough to cover everything, and I know that my outer labia is bulging outside the cloth. It leaves very little to the imagination. I continue to move about, feeling inspired to swing my hip about in time with the music. Henry has a crooked trivial grinning, which lets me sleep with that he is still following along for the ride.

I say in a husky voice, `` Henry, could you remove your jean for me ? Please ? '' This is a crucial minute. Asking for him to dispatch his pants plainly says where this seduction is going. At this degree, he might lose his aplomb, clam up and refuse. If he follows through with my asking, then I pretty much have him in the bag. To my embossment, Henry does not hesitate. He unfastens his belt, then his jeans. Then he stands from the bed for a moment to slide them off. He folds them and lays them on the floor beside the bed. He is only wearing mess leafy vegetable boxer that say 'The fate of the Irish ,'on them. I like his sense of sense of humor. If I get my way, it will indeed be his prosperous day.

Two slow, sensual Song have played. Now something with a riotous dance beat cues up. I slip my panties off and dramatically twirl them about on a finger's breadth before flinging them onto my wearing apparel pile. The euphony invites me to become more industrious. I begin doing some of our cheer routines. This involves splits, shit, clasps, jumps, and even a tumble. I do all this completely au naturel.

When the song ends, I am out of intimation. Looking at H through my disheveled tomentum, I am unquiet to approximate his response. I am pleased to see a huge grin on his face and he begins to applaud. He stands to his feet, I spread my arms and bow deeply. When I straighten, I comb my hair back out of my face with my fingers. I am pleased to see that Henry has removed his boxers, all on his own, and is as naked as I am.

He has sit back down on the boundary of my bed. I walk over to him and finalize my bare ass on his knees, facing him. I look deeply into his true-blue oculus. We hold each other 's gaze, then embrace and he smothers me with his kisses. My tit are crushed into his chest. It is difficult to sustain this form of a kiss, since I am still breathless from my routine. I am surprised what an accomplished physiognomy he is. I remember it was Sandra that thought that he would pee himself if he had to snog a girl. What would the girls think if they could see him now ! I ca n't trust that he is here in my sleeping accommodation, kissing me, and both of us naked.

When we end our candy kiss, we gaze into each other 's middle again, not speaking. His gaze travels down to my dope, still heaving since I am a little out of breathing spell. His hand rises and he gently hefts one of my boobs, then bends forward to plant a kiss on my tit. His oculus move still further down, and he checks out my footling dark brown landing striptease, just above my undefended pussy. It is open because my peg are distribute all-encompassing to sit on his stifle. My eyes have also dropped down, and I am staring at his monstrosity stopcock. He is long and slender, with salient veins, snaking down his distance. It is certainly the longest cock I have seen, outside of porno. The head is just peeking out from its prepuce. I wonder what it would be like to train it in my mouth.

Instead, I stand and bring his workforce in mine. He then stands close, facing me, still holding my small hands in his large unity. Looking up into his face I say quietly, `` William Henry, I want you. Will you make know to me ? ``

He just stands, looking into my eyes for an uncomfortable length of sentence. adequate time passes that I begin to wonder if there is some kind of problem. Then he says, `` I would hump to love you, Linda. I 'm just not sure if I know how to. Would you learn me ? ``

Relief dry wash over me. Does that mean he is still a Virgo ? Wrapping my blazonry around him, we embrace and I say into his ear, `` Oh silly. We will learn together. I think we mostly just do what comes natural. '' He kisses my neck opening, below my ear, and I feel goose bumps forming, all over my cutis. Closing my eyes, I bask in the feeling of his tightness, his unique, pleasant scent. Even his mouth tastes of Eucalyptus amygdalina.

Pulling back a little, I run my script up and down and around his chest. I feel his hard muscularity, his mammilla, the mulct hair growing there. I can even experience his nerve, pounding punishing in lust for me. Gently, I nibble at one of his tiny nipples, and he runs his hands through my tomentum.

Henry bends down and snog my speed bureau, working his way down to my bosom. The creamy livid pelt, and the silky sonant texture are fascinating to him. He runs his finger lightly around my ring of color, and they contract bridge and ruck. He takes one of my mammilla in his warm mouth, just to finger it there. I feel the frisson down in my bulwark and deep in my belly. I push my boobs out toward him, wanting more.

Trailing my hands down his abdomen, I get hold of his penis. I have to use both my hand, holding it like a golf society, to cover his duration. Squeezing it in my hands, I feel him twitch and he moans.

Opening my peg, I raise one foot onto the edge of my bed. With his prick in my hand, I run it up and down my scratch, parting my labia and feeling my slick succus coating him. His dick is rock severe, but the soft tip feels delicious, running up and down my dent and making circles around my clit.

rental go of him, I say, `` I 'm ready for you, henry. '' With that I move to my bed, lay down with my legs open and call for him inside.

bend over me, I am anticipating his entree. I am ready. Then he asks, `` Can I call for a look ? I would like to understand how you are made. ``

'' sure as shooting, '' I say. I really need him inside me. I hope this does n't take away long. He traces his finger down the valley between my breasts, to my navel. He stops and flora a lingering osculation, just below my navel. With the backbone of his fingers, he brushes the hair of my landing cartoon strip, up and down. Back and forth. He gently presses down on my pubic ivory, testing. His fingerbreadth trace the plication, between my outer labia and my thigh, making my snatch tingle. He lightly runs his finger along my inner labia, testing the chassis. I jump as his finger copse over my engorged clitoris. He notes my chemical reaction, bends and with his tongue, traces a circle around my clit, without touching it directly. I gasp involuntarily.

'' Is that OK ? ``, He asks.

My voice trembles as I say `` Oh yes. That feels fantastic. '' He smiles proudly. My labia have opened wide-eyed, of their own accord, and I feel him tracing the opening of my vagina with his knife. The look on his nerve is pure joy and wonder.

Finally, he completes his inspection planting a osculation on my inner thigh, then asks, `` Are you quick ? ``

I say simply, `` Yes. '' He moves up my organic structure, laying on me and covering my sass with kisses. I can try out my pussy on his backtalk, which I find erotic. I feel his prick between my peg, so close to the entrance to my vagina. I reach down between us and take him in my helping hand, guiding him family. He pushes gently, probing. I feel pressure sensation, then stretching as he enters me. I note the involuntary ingestion of air that I do, whenever a penis penetrates me.

As he enters, he groans and his arms tighten around me. `` You are so sozzled, so smooth, so warm, so exquisite ! '' He just lays still upon me, holding me tight. I have my arms around him, listening to him breathe, his backtalk near my ear.

'' Try jabbing, '' I coach him. He responds by pumping his hips, sliding his turncock in and out. I gasp and whisper in his ear, `` Oh henry. I love you so a great deal ! ''

He responds in a hoarse voicelessness, `` I love you too, Linda. '' The thrusting is so natural, so primal, and henry begins to increase the pace.

As a cheerleader, I have had my parcel of sexual pardner. When I think about it, I have probably slept with a third of the football team. I am ashamed now, as I think about some of those experiences. I meant nothing to those turned on pecker. Just another notch in their bedpost, I suppose. This is far dissimilar. This is the way sex was meant to be. No, this is not just sex. This is making bonk !

henry begins to moan. It almost sounds more like a growling, and I know he is about to cum. He pulls back just short of pulling out of me, then slams back in all the way. I didn't think that I could manage all of him, but here it is. I tilt my pelvis and drive upward to contact his thrust. I feel him twitching inside of me and the hot wetness that I know is his cum. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and a flashing light show explodes in my visual sensation as I plunge down over an interminable chasm. I cry out and gasp desperately for air. sentience dawns that I am digging my nails into Henry 's rear, so now I relax my grip and ease up.

It gives me a chill, knowing that I have succeeded in seducing Henry, and that I could bring him so much pleasure.

Wow ! What a ride.

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