I’ve never been one for quickies as I really do like to take my time but some guys are just in a terrible hurry. The other day I saw a cute young Indian guy, one of these trendy types with a full on lumbersexual beard and a sparkly stud earring to match. Said he was travelling from Kettering to Corby and saw my profile on the web and thought I was the girl for him.
I could see his cock pushing through the material of his jeans at the sight of me in my stockings and teddy underwear and hands were trembling too. Turns me seeing nervous men who clearly aren’t hard up for a bob or two, and it makes me feel powerful and that’s one thing pussy loves. He slipped his t-shirt over his head revealing a slender frame and big tribal tattoo on his back as I glanced down his body I noticed his full and fluffy bottom and I hoped he was in the mood to come over my knee.
Said he liked dominant women, but those who were playful and soft with it. Of course he went straight over my stocking tops, trying to pretend that he wasn’t rubbing his fat, cut cock on the lace. His shaft grew hard pressing into the skin of my thigh while I spanked each wobbly cheek with the palm of my hand. Then I roughly parted his thighs and stroked the skin of his balls and arsehole with the pads of my fingers, making him jolt with excitement.
In a couple of moments he was licking my arse and fingering my pussy making me climax in his face and it didn’t take long for him to push his cock into my ready and wanting cunt and to steadily fuck me …probably only took a couple of minutes total but I’d had my fun already! He pulled out and spunked on my arse and I felt the warm cream dribbling down my pussy and thigh. Before I knew it he was cleaned, dressed and ready to go with a big smile on his face. I’m looking forward to seeing him again soon, quickie or no quickie.